"Yes, but that's something I'll never get again." "What, never again? Why, surely you're getting along to have them bring you out here?" "No, my boy. I've a broken hip, and a broken thigh. Crushed in an elevator accident, back in the factory, and I'm too old a dog to learn to do such tricks as flying. I'll have to content myself with one of these chairs for the rest of my worthless old years." The old man sighed, and such a sigh! Bobbie's heart went out to him, and he tried to cheer him up. "Well, sir, there could be worse things in life--you are not blind, nor deaf--you have your hands and they look like hands that can do a lot." His neighbor looked down at his nervous, delicate hands and smiled, for his was a valiant spirit. "Yes, they've done a lot. They'll do a lot more, for I've been lying on my back with nothing to do for a month but think up things for them to do. I'm a mechanic, you know, and fortunately I have my hands and my memory, and years of training. I've been superintendent of a factory; electrical work, phonographs, and all kinds of instruments like that were my specialty. But, they don't want an old man back there, now. Too many young bloods with college training and book knowledge. I couldn't superintend much work now--this wheel chair of mine is built for comfort rather than exceeding the speed limit." Burke drew him out, and learned another pitiful side of life. Burke's new acquaintance was an artisan of the old school, albeit with the skill and modernity of a man who keeps himself constantly in the forefront by youthful thinking and scientific work. He had devoted the best years of his life to the interests of his employer. When a splendid factory had been completed, largely through the results of his executive as well as his technical skill, and an enormous fortune accumulated from the growing business of the famous plant, the president of the company had died. His son, fresh from college, assumed the management of the organization, and the services of old Barton were little appreciated by the younger man or his board of directors. It was a familiar story of modern business life.