In writing his new novel of railroad life, Mr. Cy Warman has pictured the intimate and usually unknown phases of a great railroad strike. As a man who has worked upon railroads, and has known railroad officers and employees in their daily life, Mr. Warman has already demonstrated the knowledge and broad sympathies which have aided him to become the foremost American writer of railroad stories.
The general manager in his private office pored over the morning papers, puffing vigorously now and then as he perused a paragraph that praised the strikers, but, when the literature was to his liking, smoked slowly and contentedly, like a man without a care.
Such were the scenes and conditions in and about the general offices of the Chicago Burlington & Quincy Railroad Company when a light foot-step was heard in the hall and a gentle voice came singing:
"Always together in sunshine and rain. Facing the weather--"
"Good morning, Patsy," said the chief clerk, looking up as Patsy paused at the gate, removed his hat and bowed two or three short quick bows with his head without bowing his body.
"I beg your pardon," said Patsy, "I thought you were alone."
"Well, I am alone."
"No you're not--I'm here. Always together--"
"Come! Come! Patsy don't get funny this morning."
"Get funny! how can I get funny when I'm already funny? I was bor