"I was wondering why you
hadn't thought of finding something around your works for him. They
say he's an all-fired worker and he certainly does seem to have hid
some decent stuff in him under all his damfoolishness. And you used
to be such a tremendous friend of the family--I thought perhaps you--
of course I know he's a queer lot--I know--"
"Yes, I think he is," said Eugene. "No. I haven't anything to offer
him."
"I suppose not," Kinney returned thoughtfully, as he went out. "I
don't know that I would myself. Well, we'll probably see his name in
the papers some day if he stays with that job!"
However, the nitroglycerin expert of whom they spoke did not get into
the papers as a consequence of being blown up, although his daily life
was certainly a continuous exposure to that risk. Destiny has a
constant passion for the incongruous, and it was George's lot to
manipulate wholesale quantities of terrific and volatile explosives in
safety, and to be laid low by an accident so commonplace and
inconsequent that it was a comedy.
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