Edward Stratemeyer

A Young Inventor's Pluck Edward Stratemeyer

Publisher Marketing: "Oh Jack! how blue you look!" "I feel blue, Deb," answered Jack Willington, as he entered the door of his modest home and gave his sister the brotherly kiss he knew she was expecting. "Is there something the matter up at the tool works, Jack?" "Yes, Deb. The works are going to shut down." "To shut down?" repeated the girl, her eyes wide open in affright, for she knew only too well what such a calamity meant. "When will they close?" "To-morrow. In fact we have quit on the regular work already." "And how long will the shut-down last?" "Nobody knows. I asked Mr. Johnson--he's the foreman, you know--and he said he thought a month or six weeks, but he wasn't sure." "A month! Oh, Jack, it's an awfully long time!" And Deb Willington's face grew very grave. "I know it is--longer than I care to remain idle, even if I could afford to, which I can't. But that's not the worst of it." "No?" "No; they didn't pay us for the last two weeks' work." "Why not?" "Johnson said that they wanted to pay off every man in full, and that the figuring would take several days." "And you won't get any money till then?" "Not a cent. My private opinion is that the company is in some sort of a financial difficulty, and only want to gain time. Mont didn't have a word to say about it when I asked him, and, I imagine he knows a good deal about his uncle's affairs." Deb cast down her eyes in a meditative way.