Copyright, 1902, by
McCLURE, PHILLIPS & CO
Published, September, 1902, R
To
Wayne, Andy, George & Lew
THE RAGGED EDGE
Chapter I
“Arrah, me jewel, sure, Larry’s the boy!”
Old Song.
WEARY horses dragged ponderous trucks homeward; the drivers drooped upon their high seats and thought of cans of beer; a red sun threw shafts of light along the cross-town streets and between the rows of black warehouses.
The porters had all gone for the night from Mason & Sons, and young Mason stood upon the office step, about to lock the door, when Kerrigan jumped from a passing car and hailed him.
“I just happened to notice you as I was going by,” Kerrigan said; “and that reminded me that I wanted to speak to you.”
“Come in and sit down,” said Mason, leading the way into the office.