All-Wool Morrison

All-Wool Morrison, by Holman
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ALL-WOOL MORRISON
Time: Today Place: The United States
Period of Action: Twenty-four Hours
by HOLMAN DAY
Author of "The Rider of King Log" "The Red Lane" "King Spruce"
"Where Your Treasure Is"

To
PERCIVAL P. BAXTER
A Consistent and Courageous Champion in the Protection of "The
People's White Coal." With the Author's Sincere Friendship and High
Regard.
CONTENTS

I. HOW "THE MORRISON" BROKE ST. RONAN'S RULE II. THE
THREAT OF WHAT THE NIGHT MAY BRING III. THE
MORRISON ASSUMES SOME CONTRACTS IV. ANSWERING
THE FIRST ALARM V. THE MEN WHO WERE WAITING TO BE
SHOWN VI. THE MAN'S WORD OF THE MAYOR OF MARION
VII. THE THIN CRUST OVER BOILING LAVA VIII. A ROD IN
PICKLE IX. MAKING IT A SQUARE BREAK X. A SENATOR
SIZES UP A FOE XI. FLAREBACKS IN THE CASE OF LOVE AND
A MOB XII. RIFLES RULE IN THE PEOPLE'S HOUSE XIII. THE
LINE-UP FORMS IN THE PEOPLE'S HOUSE XIV. THE
IMPENDING SHAME OF A STATE XV. THE BOSS OF THE JOB
XVI. THE CITY OF MARION SEEKS ITS MAYOR XVII. THE
CAPITOL IN SHADOW XVIII. THE CAPITOL ALIGHT XIX.
LANA CORSON HAS HER DOUBTS XX. IN THE COLD AND
CANDID DAYLIGHT XXI. A WOMAN CHOOSES HER MATE

All-Wool Morrison

I
HOW "THE MORRISON" BROKE ST. RONAN'S RULE
On this crowded twenty-four-hour cross-section of contemporary
American life the curtain goes up at nine-thirty o'clock of a January
forenoon.
Locality, the city of Marion--the capital of a state.
Time, that politically throbbing, project-crowded, anxious, and
expectant season of plot and counterplot--the birth of a legislative
session.
Disclosed, the office of St. Ronan's Mill of the city of Marion.
From the days of old Angus, who came over from Scotland and

established a woolen mill and handed it down to David, who placed it
confidently in the possession of his son Stewart, the unalterable rule
was that "The Morrison" entered the factory at seven o'clock in the
morning and could not be called from the mill to the office on any
pretext whatsoever till he came of his own accord at ten o'clock in the
forenoon.
In the reign of David the old John Robinson wagon circus paraded the
streets of Marion early on a forenoon and the elephant made a break in
a panic and ran into the mill office of the Morrisons through the big
door, and Paymaster Andrew Mac Tavish rapped the elephant on the
trunk with a penstock and, only partially awakened from abstraction in
figures, stated that "Master Morrison willna see callers till he cooms
frae the mill at ten."
To go into details about the Morrison manners and methods and
doggedness in attending to the matter in hand, whatever it might be,
would not limn Stewart Morrison in any clearer light than to state that
old Andrew, at seventy-two, was obeying Stewart's orders as to the
ten-o'clock rule and was just as consistently a Cerberus as he had been
in the case of Angus and David. He was a bit more set in his
impassivity--at least to all appearances--because chronic arthritis had
made his neck permanently stiff.
It may be added that Stewart Morrison was thirty-odd, a bachelor,
dwelt with his widowed mother in the Morrison mansion, was mayor of
the city of Marion, though he did not want to be mayor, and was
chairman of the State Water Storage Commission because he
particularly wanted to be