“And where old Henry Lockman lived!”
“What about it?” asked the other.
“Nothing,” said Samuel, “only my father invested all his money in Lockman's company, and lost it.”
“Gee!” said the bartender.
“Maybe if I told them,” said the boy, “they'd give me some work here.”
“Maybe,” said the other—“only the works is shut down.”
“Shut down!” cried Samuel; and then added, “On account of his death?”
“No—they always close in summer. But this year they closed in March. Times is bad.”
“Oh,” said Samuel.
“So there's plenty of men looking for jobs in Lockmanville,”. the other continued, “an' some of the other factories is closed, too—the cotton mill is only runnin' half time.”