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Thomas A. Scott and J. Edgar Thompson, men associated chiefly with the creation of the Pennsylvania Railroad, also made their contributions. But three or four men towered so preeminently above their associates that today when we think of the human agencies that constructed this mighty edifice, the names that insistently come to mind are those of Carnegie, Phipps, Frick, and Schwab.
Frick wriggled in his chair; he wanted his puzzles dreadfully, and he couldn't see, since he had proposed them first, why he shouldn't carry the day, but every boy was looking at him sharply, so he mumbled, "Yes." It was Jack who settled it happily after all. "Let's have one of his" bobbing his head at Frick "and a conundrum," and he looked over and smiled at Curtis, "then one of mine after that.
"Oh, yes, you can find him," said Frick, sniffling dreadfully, and beginning to wheedle and beg. "Do, Polly." He seized her gown. "The boys can't do anything without Joel, and they've sent me for him." "And I'm sure I can't do anything" Polly shook her gown free "so there's no use in asking me to stand here and talk about it, Frick Mason. And just look at that clock two minutes of nine."
Frick was cold and masterful, as hard, unyielding, and effective as the steel that formed the staple of his existence. Schwab was enthusiastic, warm-hearted, and happy-go-lucky; a man who ruled his employees and obtained his results by appealing to their sympathies. The men of the steel yards feared Frick as much as they loved "Charlie" Schwab.
Having delivered it, Frick got up to his feet in a hurry, confident that the door would be flung wide, to let Joel come hopping out in delight, and not choosing to be run over in the process. "Can't go," said Joel, in muffled accents, on the other side of the door. "What?" roared Frick, not believing his ears. "Can't go," repeated Joel. "Go right away from this door." "What did you say?"
Solomon was overseer of the roads at that time, and on his slow-paced cob often took his rounds by Frick to look at the workmen getting the stones there, pausing with a mysterious deliberation, which might have misled you into supposing that he had some other reason for staying than the mere want of impulse to move.
Grandpapa waved him off sociably, and Frick, not exactly understanding how, or why, found himself on the other side of the big front door, in the midst of the waiting company from which he had been picked out as messenger. "I wouldn't make such a promise again, if I were you, Joel," observed old Mr.
What reputation he had was confined to Pittsburg and a selected few of the steel millionaires in Wall Street, but among the selected few were names to be conjured with, such as Andrew Carnegie and Henry C. Frick. Whether President McKinley's interest in Knox was spontaneous or prompted by Mr. Frick I do not know. Mr. Knox likes to believe that Mr. Frick did not enter into the equation. Mr.
Joel advanced to the writing-table and put out a hand for the pencil, which the old gentleman laid within it, but not before he had taken a good look at the chubby face above it. "So Frick and the boys wanted you, eh?" asked Grandpapa carelessly. "Going somewhere, maybe?" "Yes," said Joel, not looking up, "they are going to the pond." "Oh, really?" said old Mr. King. "And you said no, eh, Joel?"
"And Doctor Fisher won't be there," screamed Frick, on just as high a key. "Why not?" It was impossible to stop the dreadful news of Larry's accident from coming now. And in a minute Frick had it all out in a burst, quite unconscious of Jasper's efforts, and well pleased at having something important to say. "Larry's been run over by Mr. MacIlvaine's tallyho, and 'most smashed to death."
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