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  • vendikarr_dewuff
    Chicago, June 1921. Hugo Danner looked out over the city of Chicago. While only nine stories up, he loved the feeling of the winds whipping around him, and
    Message 1 of 5 , Feb 3, 2013
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      Chicago, June 1921.

      Hugo Danner looked out over the city of Chicago. While only nine stories up, he loved the feeling of the winds whipping around him, and looking down on the people below. It brought him back to his childhood, and his time spent in the mountains of Colorado.

      "Hugo," called out Danner's partner, Alfie Woodside. Alfie was strong for a normal man, but not as sure-footed as he should be to be working in the girders. But he held the rivets straight, which was something many couldn't manage.

      Hugo had been working construction in the city for the past couple of weeks, having found his specialty in driving rivets into the steel girders. He had been partnered with Alfie, a man ten years his senior, who had been in the construction trade his entire life.

      Alfie was holding huge forceps, in which was a heated rivet. Danner's job was to drive the rivet into the girders, so as to hold the girder in place. The project was behind schedule until Danner joined it. He had single handedly brought them closer to their deadlines, because it took him fewer turns with the hammer to drive in a rivet.

      Danner hoisted the hammer upon his shoulder, and slammed the rivet forcefully. Clank... Clank... Clank...

      "That do it Alfie," asked Danner, while exploring is work.

      "That did it," replied Alphie.

      Danner swung over to another girder, hammer in hand, to prepare to anchor the other side. Alphie move a bit slower, forceps and bucket in hand, and joined his partner.

      "You have to go a bit slower Hugo," said the man, "we're giving the other teams a bad name."

      "I can't help that Alfie," Danner replied. "I just want to get this girder finished before the lunch whistle."

      Danner looked over the structure while Alphie readied the next rivet. Men crawling all over the girders reminded Danner of ants moving through an anthill. People could seem so insignificant sometimes he thought.

      "All set," said Alfie, as he once again held a rivet in place. Danner took his swings, and once again drove the rivet into place. Before Alfie could set up another rivet, a sharp whistle blew from the ground below.

      "One more?" asked Danner.

      "Nope, we only get 30 minutes and you know I like to eat on the ground. Join me?" asked the older man.

      Danner put his hammer down and responded, "No thanks. I love the view from up here. I can't get enough."

      Alfie shrugged his shoulders and put the forceps down, and turned to head for the elevator. However he brushed his foot against the barrel and tipped it over. He screamed a warning below as rivets and hot coals rained down. While inconvenient, it happened from time to time and men knew to get out of the way.

      However Alfie lost his balance and fell off the girder. Danner, seeing this, dropped to lay flat against the girder and grabbed the back of Alfie's cover-alls. He managed to hold on to his friend, but his drop on to the girder was off center, and he had to hold on to the girder with his other hand.

      Had no one been watching, given his strength, he could have pulled Alfie up and make up some story to cover. But Alfie's warning had all eyes in their direction, and others began moving their way. Danner was stuck.

      ********

      Architect Atherton Domville was entertaining his boss, Jacob Ravensdale and his daughters Evelyn and Lillian at the site when they heard the warning call. Their eyes looked up into the girders, when Evelyn called out "Someone's falling."

      Domville pulled out a spyglass he kept in a pocket in his suit for checking the work in progress.

      "One of the men has a hold of the other. It's a gallant effort, but he'll just be pulled off with the other," said Domville.

      "Is there no way to save them?" asked Lillian.

      "Oh yes, there has to be a way," Interjected Evelyn.

      "I'm sorry girls, but I've been in construction for 20 years, and there's no way for the one bloke to save the other. He'll have to let go, or go over himself," said Ravensdale. "We should go girls, I don't want you seeing what happens next."

      At that moment Domville had an idea. He grabbed a coil of rope, and headed for the elevator, hoping he wasn't too late.

      ********

      Danner hung onto the girder, trying to keep his friend alive.

      "Stay still Alfie," said Danner.

      "I'm scared Hugo," replied the dangling man.

      "You'll be dead if my grip slips," replied Danner. Not that his grip would slip soon, but the fabric of the cover-alls tearing was a real concern. Besides, a normal man would have been concerned about his arm strength at this point.

      "Drop him Danner," shouted one of the approaching workers.

      "He'll pull off with him Danner, give him up," said another.

      "If he goes, I go with him," Danner replied. Then a thought occurred to him. "Get some rope, maybe we can lasso him and get him down."

      The approaching men looked around for a coil of rope. Girders were normally hoisted up by pulleys, and rope was also used to guide the girder into place once it reached the proper height. However at this point, none could be found.

      A call for rope was relayed to the ground by the men, and reply was sent back that it was already on the way.
      Danner felt time was running out. He could feel the material in his hand giving out. He would not let Alfie die, even if it meant revealing himself again.

      Domville arrived and had already fashioned a lasso on one end of the rope. He threw it and it missed its mark. He through it again and it caught on Alfie's foot. The man tried raising his foot so he could grab the rope, but it slipped off.

      Domville sighed, and prepared to throw the rope again. "Catch it," he screamed and threw the rope again.

      Alfie caught it in his hands, and grabbed it tight.

      "Over your head and under your arms," called Domville, then he watched the man follow his instructions. Once the rope was around, Alfie pulled the knot tight, and then Domville called to the men around him, "Get on the rope, and pull."

      The men, balanced on the girder, began pulling the rope in unison. Danner felt the tension in his arm lessen, and he released his friend. Alfie swing a few feet, and then found himself back up on the girder.

      The poor shaken man was hurried to the elevator and to the ground, while men cheered, and then moved to Danner to help him to his feet. Danner feigned an ache in his arm, knowing a normal man would feel that, at the very least. Domville moved toward Danner, as he moved towards the elevator.

      "You're a hero man," said Domville.

      "I just did what anyone would have done," said Danner, rubbing his shoulder.

      "Nonsense. Most would have let the poor fool fall, and those who grabbed him would have let him go long before now," said Domville. "Good job man, good job. Now, let's get that arm looked at."

      Danner smiled weakly, and moved to the elevator, supporting his left arm in his right. Men continued to cheer as he and Domville rode to the ground in silence.

      ********

      Instead of letting her father steer her away, Evelyn Ravensdale continued to peer though the spyglass left by Domville. Instead of focusing on the drama, she found herself looking at the young man who was the hero of the drama. He looked strong and powerful, and from what she could see, very well toned. Her mind began to drift, but was brought back to earth by her sister's insistence on knowing what was happening.

      Evelyn began to detail what was happening for her sister and father, describing the heroism of Danner and the resourcefulness of Domville.

      "They're coming down," said Evelyn as she collapsed the spyglass and placed it on Domville's worktable.

      The elevator reached the ground, and the two men moved towards the table after being signaled by Ravensdale. He then extended his hand to Danner, saying "Good work young man. Your quick thinking saved me from having to pay a death benefit today."

      Evelyn slapped her father gently. "Oh Father, this isn't the time to think of money. He saved that poor man's life."

      "Of course, of course, forgive an old man," said Ravensdale. "That was amazing young man, simply amazing. And Atherton, that was some quick thinking on your part. Yes, very quick thinking. I think we should celebrate."

      "Oh yes Father. Can we go to DeWulf House?" I hear it's quite the place," said Lillian.

      "It would be fun. And could Mr. Mr?" said Evelyn, "I'm sorry, we haven't been introduced."

      "Forgive my manners," Said Domville. "This is Mr. Hugo Danner. The man responsible for getting us back on schedule."

      "Then we have two reasons to celebrate. Mr. Danner, please do us the honor of joining us for dinner this evening?"

      "Thank you," said Danner, "but I have nothing to wear to a place such as the DeWulf House."

      "Nonsense. Atherton, give this man the day off, and take him to get a suit of clothes. And Atherton," he whispers to the architect. "I'll foot the bill on this."

      "Yes sir," said Domville.

      Ravensdale then herds his daughers away, Lillian loudly calling good bye to Danner, while Evelyn smiles slightly and bows her head politely. They enter their waiting car, and drive off.

      Domville looks at the young man, smiles, and says "Let's be off them. I just have one stop first."
    • Frank Murdock
      Nice start. I also like your writing style. :) ... -- sincerely, Frank G. Murdock
      Message 2 of 5 , Feb 3, 2013
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        Nice start. I also like your writing style. :)

        On 2/3/13, vendikarr_dewuff <no_reply@yahoogroups.com> wrote:
        > Chicago, June 1921.
        >
        > Hugo Danner looked out over the city of Chicago. While only nine stories up,
        > he loved the feeling of the winds whipping around him, and looking down on
        > the people below. It brought him back to his childhood, and his time spent
        > in the mountains of Colorado.
        >
        > "Hugo," called out Danner's partner, Alfie Woodside. Alfie was strong for a
        > normal man, but not as sure-footed as he should be to be working in the
        > girders. But he held the rivets straight, which was something many couldn't
        > manage.
        >
        > Hugo had been working construction in the city for the past couple of weeks,
        > having found his specialty in driving rivets into the steel girders. He had
        > been partnered with Alfie, a man ten years his senior, who had been in the
        > construction trade his entire life.
        >
        > Alfie was holding huge forceps, in which was a heated rivet. Danner's job
        > was to drive the rivet into the girders, so as to hold the girder in place.
        > The project was behind schedule until Danner joined it. He had single
        > handedly brought them closer to their deadlines, because it took him fewer
        > turns with the hammer to drive in a rivet.
        >
        > Danner hoisted the hammer upon his shoulder, and slammed the rivet
        > forcefully. Clank... Clank... Clank...
        >
        > "That do it Alfie," asked Danner, while exploring is work.
        >
        > "That did it," replied Alphie.
        >
        > Danner swung over to another girder, hammer in hand, to prepare to anchor
        > the other side. Alphie move a bit slower, forceps and bucket in hand, and
        > joined his partner.
        >
        > "You have to go a bit slower Hugo," said the man, "we're giving the other
        > teams a bad name."
        >
        > "I can't help that Alfie," Danner replied. "I just want to get this girder
        > finished before the lunch whistle."
        >
        > Danner looked over the structure while Alphie readied the next rivet. Men
        > crawling all over the girders reminded Danner of ants moving through an
        > anthill. People could seem so insignificant sometimes he thought.
        >
        > "All set," said Alfie, as he once again held a rivet in place. Danner took
        > his swings, and once again drove the rivet into place. Before Alfie could
        > set up another rivet, a sharp whistle blew from the ground below.
        >
        > "One more?" asked Danner.
        >
        > "Nope, we only get 30 minutes and you know I like to eat on the ground. Join
        > me?" asked the older man.
        >
        > Danner put his hammer down and responded, "No thanks. I love the view from
        > up here. I can't get enough."
        >
        > Alfie shrugged his shoulders and put the forceps down, and turned to head
        > for the elevator. However he brushed his foot against the barrel and tipped
        > it over. He screamed a warning below as rivets and hot coals rained down.
        > While inconvenient, it happened from time to time and men knew to get out of
        > the way.
        >
        > However Alfie lost his balance and fell off the girder. Danner, seeing this,
        > dropped to lay flat against the girder and grabbed the back of Alfie's
        > cover-alls. He managed to hold on to his friend, but his drop on to the
        > girder was off center, and he had to hold on to the girder with his other
        > hand.
        >
        > Had no one been watching, given his strength, he could have pulled Alfie up
        > and make up some story to cover. But Alfie's warning had all eyes in their
        > direction, and others began moving their way. Danner was stuck.
        >
        > ********
        >
        > Architect Atherton Domville was entertaining his boss, Jacob Ravensdale and
        > his daughters Evelyn and Lillian at the site when they heard the warning
        > call. Their eyes looked up into the girders, when Evelyn called out
        > "Someone's falling."
        >
        > Domville pulled out a spyglass he kept in a pocket in his suit for checking
        > the work in progress.
        >
        > "One of the men has a hold of the other. It's a gallant effort, but he'll
        > just be pulled off with the other," said Domville.
        >
        > "Is there no way to save them?" asked Lillian.
        >
        > "Oh yes, there has to be a way," Interjected Evelyn.
        >
        > "I'm sorry girls, but I've been in construction for 20 years, and there's no
        > way for the one bloke to save the other. He'll have to let go, or go over
        > himself," said Ravensdale. "We should go girls, I don't want you seeing what
        > happens next."
        >
        > At that moment Domville had an idea. He grabbed a coil of rope, and headed
        > for the elevator, hoping he wasn't too late.
        >
        > ********
        >
        > Danner hung onto the girder, trying to keep his friend alive.
        >
        > "Stay still Alfie," said Danner.
        >
        > "I'm scared Hugo," replied the dangling man.
        >
        > "You'll be dead if my grip slips," replied Danner. Not that his grip would
        > slip soon, but the fabric of the cover-alls tearing was a real concern.
        > Besides, a normal man would have been concerned about his arm strength at
        > this point.
        >
        > "Drop him Danner," shouted one of the approaching workers.
        >
        > "He'll pull off with him Danner, give him up," said another.
        >
        > "If he goes, I go with him," Danner replied. Then a thought occurred to him.
        > "Get some rope, maybe we can lasso him and get him down."
        >
        > The approaching men looked around for a coil of rope. Girders were normally
        > hoisted up by pulleys, and rope was also used to guide the girder into place
        > once it reached the proper height. However at this point, none could be
        > found.
        >
        > A call for rope was relayed to the ground by the men, and reply was sent
        > back that it was already on the way.
        > Danner felt time was running out. He could feel the material in his hand
        > giving out. He would not let Alfie die, even if it meant revealing himself
        > again.
        >
        > Domville arrived and had already fashioned a lasso on one end of the rope.
        > He threw it and it missed its mark. He through it again and it caught on
        > Alfie's foot. The man tried raising his foot so he could grab the rope, but
        > it slipped off.
        >
        > Domville sighed, and prepared to throw the rope again. "Catch it," he
        > screamed and threw the rope again.
        >
        > Alfie caught it in his hands, and grabbed it tight.
        >
        > "Over your head and under your arms," called Domville, then he watched the
        > man follow his instructions. Once the rope was around, Alfie pulled the knot
        > tight, and then Domville called to the men around him, "Get on the rope, and
        > pull."
        >
        > The men, balanced on the girder, began pulling the rope in unison. Danner
        > felt the tension in his arm lessen, and he released his friend. Alfie swing
        > a few feet, and then found himself back up on the girder.
        >
        > The poor shaken man was hurried to the elevator and to the ground, while men
        > cheered, and then moved to Danner to help him to his feet. Danner feigned an
        > ache in his arm, knowing a normal man would feel that, at the very least.
        > Domville moved toward Danner, as he moved towards the elevator.
        >
        > "You're a hero man," said Domville.
        >
        > "I just did what anyone would have done," said Danner, rubbing his shoulder.
        >
        >
        > "Nonsense. Most would have let the poor fool fall, and those who grabbed him
        > would have let him go long before now," said Domville. "Good job man, good
        > job. Now, let's get that arm looked at."
        >
        > Danner smiled weakly, and moved to the elevator, supporting his left arm in
        > his right. Men continued to cheer as he and Domville rode to the ground in
        > silence.
        >
        > ********
        >
        > Instead of letting her father steer her away, Evelyn Ravensdale continued to
        > peer though the spyglass left by Domville. Instead of focusing on the drama,
        > she found herself looking at the young man who was the hero of the drama. He
        > looked strong and powerful, and from what she could see, very well toned.
        > Her mind began to drift, but was brought back to earth by her sister's
        > insistence on knowing what was happening.
        >
        > Evelyn began to detail what was happening for her sister and father,
        > describing the heroism of Danner and the resourcefulness of Domville.
        >
        > "They're coming down," said Evelyn as she collapsed the spyglass and placed
        > it on Domville's worktable.
        >
        > The elevator reached the ground, and the two men moved towards the table
        > after being signaled by Ravensdale. He then extended his hand to Danner,
        > saying "Good work young man. Your quick thinking saved me from having to pay
        > a death benefit today."
        >
        > Evelyn slapped her father gently. "Oh Father, this isn't the time to think
        > of money. He saved that poor man's life."
        >
        > "Of course, of course, forgive an old man," said Ravensdale. "That was
        > amazing young man, simply amazing. And Atherton, that was some quick
        > thinking on your part. Yes, very quick thinking. I think we should
        > celebrate."
        >
        > "Oh yes Father. Can we go to DeWulf House?" I hear it's quite the place,"
        > said Lillian.
        >
        > "It would be fun. And could Mr. Mr?" said Evelyn, "I'm sorry, we haven't
        > been introduced."
        >
        > "Forgive my manners," Said Domville. "This is Mr. Hugo Danner. The man
        > responsible for getting us back on schedule."
        >
        > "Then we have two reasons to celebrate. Mr. Danner, please do us the honor
        > of joining us for dinner this evening?"
        >
        > "Thank you," said Danner, "but I have nothing to wear to a place such as the
        > DeWulf House."
        >
        > "Nonsense. Atherton, give this man the day off, and take him to get a suit
        > of clothes. And Atherton," he whispers to the architect. "I'll foot the bill
        > on this."
        >
        > "Yes sir," said Domville.
        >
        > Ravensdale then herds his daughers away, Lillian loudly calling good bye to
        > Danner, while Evelyn smiles slightly and bows her head politely. They enter
        > their waiting car, and drive off.
        >
        > Domville looks at the young man, smiles, and says "Let's be off them. I just
        > have one stop first."
        >
        >
        >


        --
        sincerely,

        Frank G. Murdock
      • The Time Trust
        I m enjoying this a lot. Most of our stories tend to be about superheroes in tights, but it s nice to see something that isn t so defined by that genre. The
        Message 3 of 5 , Feb 5, 2013
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          I'm enjoying this a lot. Most of our stories tend to be about superheroes in tights, but it's nice to see something that isn't so defined by that genre. The historical backdrop is believable, and I like that Hugo is careful about letting his abilities be discovered by anyone else.

          This story kind of makes me think of something F. Scott Fitzgerald might have written, if he were writing for the pulps.

          Immensely looking forward to more!
           
          --
          Cheers,
          Doc Quantum of The Time Trust


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          > From: vendikarr_dewuff <no_reply@yahoogroups.com>
          >To: theJSAallstarstorysite@yahoogroups.com
          >Sent: Sunday, February 3, 2013 10:20:57 AM
          >Subject: [The JSA All-Star Story Site] Chicago Story: Beginnings Part 1
          >
          >

          >Chicago, June 1921.
          >
          >Hugo Danner looked out over the city of Chicago. While only nine stories up, he loved the feeling of the winds whipping around him, and looking down on the people below. It brought him back to his childhood, and his time spent in the mountains of Colorado.
          >
          >"Hugo," called out Danner's partner, Alfie Woodside. Alfie was strong for a normal man, but not as sure-footed as he should be to be working in the girders. But he held the rivets straight, which was something many couldn't manage.
          >
          >Hugo had been working construction in the city for the past couple of weeks, having found his specialty in driving rivets into the steel girders. He had been partnered with Alfie, a man ten years his senior, who had been in the construction trade his entire life.
          >
          >Alfie was holding huge forceps, in which was a heated rivet. Danner's job was to drive the rivet into the girders, so as to hold the girder in place. The project was behind schedule until Danner joined it. He had single handedly brought them closer to their deadlines, because it took him fewer turns with the hammer to drive in a rivet.
          >
          >Danner hoisted the hammer upon his shoulder, and slammed the rivet forcefully. Clank... Clank... Clank...
          >
          >"That do it Alfie," asked Danner, while exploring is work.
          >
          >"That did it," replied Alphie.
          >
          >Danner swung over to another girder, hammer in hand, to prepare to anchor the other side. Alphie move a bit slower, forceps and bucket in hand, and joined his partner.
          >
          >"You have to go a bit slower Hugo," said the man, "we're giving the other teams a bad name."
          >
          >"I can't help that Alfie," Danner replied. "I just want to get this girder finished before the lunch whistle."
          >
          >Danner looked over the structure while Alphie readied the next rivet. Men crawling all over the girders reminded Danner of ants moving through an anthill. People could seem so insignificant sometimes he thought.
          >
          >"All set," said Alfie, as he once again held a rivet in place. Danner took his swings, and once again drove the rivet into place. Before Alfie could set up another rivet, a sharp whistle blew from the ground below.
          >
          >"One more?" asked Danner.
          >
          >"Nope, we only get 30 minutes and you know I like to eat on the ground. Join me?" asked the older man.
          >
          >Danner put his hammer down and responded, "No thanks. I love the view from up here. I can't get enough."
          >
          >Alfie shrugged his shoulders and put the forceps down, and turned to head for the elevator. However he brushed his foot against the barrel and tipped it over. He screamed a warning below as rivets and hot coals rained down. While inconvenient, it happened from time to time and men knew to get out of the way.
          >
          >However Alfie lost his balance and fell off the girder. Danner, seeing this, dropped to lay flat against the girder and grabbed the back of Alfie's cover-alls. He managed to hold on to his friend, but his drop on to the girder was off center, and he had to hold on to the girder with his other hand.
          >
          >Had no one been watching, given his strength, he could have pulled Alfie up and make up some story to cover. But Alfie's warning had all eyes in their direction, and others began moving their way. Danner was stuck.
          >
          >********
          >
          >Architect Atherton Domville was entertaining his boss, Jacob Ravensdale and his daughters Evelyn and Lillian at the site when they heard the warning call. Their eyes looked up into the girders, when Evelyn called out "Someone's falling."
          >
          >Domville pulled out a spyglass he kept in a pocket in his suit for checking the work in progress.
          >
          >"One of the men has a hold of the other. It's a gallant effort, but he'll just be pulled off with the other," said Domville.
          >
          >"Is there no way to save them?" asked Lillian.
          >
          >"Oh yes, there has to be a way," Interjected Evelyn.
          >
          >"I'm sorry girls, but I've been in construction for 20 years, and there's no way for the one bloke to save the other. He'll have to let go, or go over himself," said Ravensdale. "We should go girls, I don't want you seeing what happens next."
          >
          >At that moment Domville had an idea. He grabbed a coil of rope, and headed for the elevator, hoping he wasn't too late.
          >
          >********
          >
          >Danner hung onto the girder, trying to keep his friend alive.
          >
          >"Stay still Alfie," said Danner.
          >
          >"I'm scared Hugo," replied the dangling man.
          >
          >"You'll be dead if my grip slips," replied Danner. Not that his grip would slip soon, but the fabric of the cover-alls tearing was a real concern. Besides, a normal man would have been concerned about his arm strength at this point.
          >
          >"Drop him Danner," shouted one of the approaching workers.
          >
          >"He'll pull off with him Danner, give him up," said another.
          >
          >"If he goes, I go with him," Danner replied. Then a thought occurred to him. "Get some rope, maybe we can lasso him and get him down."
          >
          >The approaching men looked around for a coil of rope. Girders were normally hoisted up by pulleys, and rope was also used to guide the girder into place once it reached the proper height. However at this point, none could be found.
          >
          >A call for rope was relayed to the ground by the men, and reply was sent back that it was already on the way.
          >Danner felt time was running out. He could feel the material in his hand giving out. He would not let Alfie die, even if it meant revealing himself again.
          >
          >Domville arrived and had already fashioned a lasso on one end of the rope. He threw it and it missed its mark. He through it again and it caught on Alfie's foot. The man tried raising his foot so he could grab the rope, but it slipped off.
          >
          >Domville sighed, and prepared to throw the rope again. "Catch it," he screamed and threw the rope again.
          >
          >Alfie caught it in his hands, and grabbed it tight.
          >
          >"Over your head and under your arms," called Domville, then he watched the man follow his instructions. Once the rope was around, Alfie pulled the knot tight, and then Domville called to the men around him, "Get on the rope, and pull."
          >
          >The men, balanced on the girder, began pulling the rope in unison. Danner felt the tension in his arm lessen, and he released his friend. Alfie swing a few feet, and then found himself back up on the girder.
          >
          >The poor shaken man was hurried to the elevator and to the ground, while men cheered, and then moved to Danner to help him to his feet. Danner feigned an ache in his arm, knowing a normal man would feel that, at the very least. Domville moved toward Danner, as he moved towards the elevator.
          >
          >"You're a hero man," said Domville.
          >
          >"I just did what anyone would have done," said Danner, rubbing his shoulder.
          >
          >"Nonsense. Most would have let the poor fool fall, and those who grabbed him would have let him go long before now," said Domville. "Good job man, good job. Now, let's get that arm looked at."
          >
          >Danner smiled weakly, and moved to the elevator, supporting his left arm in his right. Men continued to cheer as he and Domville rode to the ground in silence.
          >
          >********
          >
          >Instead of letting her father steer her away, Evelyn Ravensdale continued to peer though the spyglass left by Domville. Instead of focusing on the drama, she found herself looking at the young man who was the hero of the drama. He looked strong and powerful, and from what she could see, very well toned. Her mind began to drift, but was brought back to earth by her sister's insistence on knowing what was happening.
          >
          >Evelyn began to detail what was happening for her sister and father, describing the heroism of Danner and the resourcefulness of Domville.
          >
          >"They're coming down," said Evelyn as she collapsed the spyglass and placed it on Domville's worktable.
          >
          >The elevator reached the ground, and the two men moved towards the table after being signaled by Ravensdale. He then extended his hand to Danner, saying "Good work young man. Your quick thinking saved me from having to pay a death benefit today."
          >
          >Evelyn slapped her father gently. "Oh Father, this isn't the time to think of money. He saved that poor man's life."
          >
          >"Of course, of course, forgive an old man," said Ravensdale. "That was amazing young man, simply amazing. And Atherton, that was some quick thinking on your part. Yes, very quick thinking. I think we should celebrate."
          >
          >"Oh yes Father. Can we go to DeWulf House?" I hear it's quite the place," said Lillian.
          >
          >"It would be fun. And could Mr. Mr?" said Evelyn, "I'm sorry, we haven't been introduced."
          >
          >"Forgive my manners," Said Domville. "This is Mr. Hugo Danner. The man responsible for getting us back on schedule."
          >
          >"Then we have two reasons to celebrate. Mr. Danner, please do us the honor of joining us for dinner this evening?"
          >
          >"Thank you," said Danner, "but I have nothing to wear to a place such as the DeWulf House."
          >
          >"Nonsense. Atherton, give this man the day off, and take him to get a suit of clothes. And Atherton," he whispers to the architect. "I'll foot the bill on this."
          >
          >"Yes sir," said Domville.
          >
          >Ravensdale then herds his daughers away, Lillian loudly calling good bye to Danner, while Evelyn smiles slightly and bows her head politely. They enter their waiting car, and drive off.
          >
          >Domville looks at the young man, smiles, and says "Let's be off them. I just have one stop first."
          >
          >
          >
          >
          >

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        • ddswanson
          Fun start, I look forward to more. Just one thing - this quote: He ll pull off with him Danner, give him up, said another. I think the first word should by
          Message 4 of 5 , Feb 6, 2013
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            Fun start, I look forward to more.

            Just one thing - this quote:

            "He'll pull off with him Danner, give him up," said another.

            I think the first word should by You'll?

            Dan

            --- In theJSAallstarstorysite@yahoogroups.com, vendikarr_dewuff wrote:
            >
            > Chicago, June 1921.
            >
            > Hugo Danner looked out over the city of Chicago. While only nine stories up, he loved the feeling of the winds whipping around him, and looking down on the people below. It brought him back to his childhood, and his time spent in the mountains of Colorado.
            >
            > "Hugo," called out Danner's partner, Alfie Woodside. Alfie was strong for a normal man, but not as sure-footed as he should be to be working in the girders. But he held the rivets straight, which was something many couldn't manage.
            >
            > Hugo had been working construction in the city for the past couple of weeks, having found his specialty in driving rivets into the steel girders. He had been partnered with Alfie, a man ten years his senior, who had been in the construction trade his entire life.
            >
            > Alfie was holding huge forceps, in which was a heated rivet. Danner's job was to drive the rivet into the girders, so as to hold the girder in place. The project was behind schedule until Danner joined it. He had single handedly brought them closer to their deadlines, because it took him fewer turns with the hammer to drive in a rivet.
            >
            > Danner hoisted the hammer upon his shoulder, and slammed the rivet forcefully. Clank... Clank... Clank...
            >
            > "That do it Alfie," asked Danner, while exploring is work.
            >
            > "That did it," replied Alphie.
            >
            > Danner swung over to another girder, hammer in hand, to prepare to anchor the other side. Alphie move a bit slower, forceps and bucket in hand, and joined his partner.
            >
            > "You have to go a bit slower Hugo," said the man, "we're giving the other teams a bad name."
            >
            > "I can't help that Alfie," Danner replied. "I just want to get this girder finished before the lunch whistle."
            >
            > Danner looked over the structure while Alphie readied the next rivet. Men crawling all over the girders reminded Danner of ants moving through an anthill. People could seem so insignificant sometimes he thought.
            >
            > "All set," said Alfie, as he once again held a rivet in place. Danner took his swings, and once again drove the rivet into place. Before Alfie could set up another rivet, a sharp whistle blew from the ground below.
            >
            > "One more?" asked Danner.
            >
            > "Nope, we only get 30 minutes and you know I like to eat on the ground. Join me?" asked the older man.
            >
            > Danner put his hammer down and responded, "No thanks. I love the view from up here. I can't get enough."
            >
            > Alfie shrugged his shoulders and put the forceps down, and turned to head for the elevator. However he brushed his foot against the barrel and tipped it over. He screamed a warning below as rivets and hot coals rained down. While inconvenient, it happened from time to time and men knew to get out of the way.
            >
            > However Alfie lost his balance and fell off the girder. Danner, seeing this, dropped to lay flat against the girder and grabbed the back of Alfie's cover-alls. He managed to hold on to his friend, but his drop on to the girder was off center, and he had to hold on to the girder with his other hand.
            >
            > Had no one been watching, given his strength, he could have pulled Alfie up and make up some story to cover. But Alfie's warning had all eyes in their direction, and others began moving their way. Danner was stuck.
            >
            > ********
            >
            > Architect Atherton Domville was entertaining his boss, Jacob Ravensdale and his daughters Evelyn and Lillian at the site when they heard the warning call. Their eyes looked up into the girders, when Evelyn called out "Someone's falling."
            >
            > Domville pulled out a spyglass he kept in a pocket in his suit for checking the work in progress.
            >
            > "One of the men has a hold of the other. It's a gallant effort, but he'll just be pulled off with the other," said Domville.
            >
            > "Is there no way to save them?" asked Lillian.
            >
            > "Oh yes, there has to be a way," Interjected Evelyn.
            >
            > "I'm sorry girls, but I've been in construction for 20 years, and there's no way for the one bloke to save the other. He'll have to let go, or go over himself," said Ravensdale. "We should go girls, I don't want you seeing what happens next."
            >
            > At that moment Domville had an idea. He grabbed a coil of rope, and headed for the elevator, hoping he wasn't too late.
            >
            > ********
            >
            > Danner hung onto the girder, trying to keep his friend alive.
            >
            > "Stay still Alfie," said Danner.
            >
            > "I'm scared Hugo," replied the dangling man.
            >
            > "You'll be dead if my grip slips," replied Danner. Not that his grip would slip soon, but the fabric of the cover-alls tearing was a real concern. Besides, a normal man would have been concerned about his arm strength at this point.
            >
            > "Drop him Danner," shouted one of the approaching workers.
            >
            > "He'll pull off with him Danner, give him up," said another.
            >
            > "If he goes, I go with him," Danner replied. Then a thought occurred to him. "Get some rope, maybe we can lasso him and get him down."
            >
            > The approaching men looked around for a coil of rope. Girders were normally hoisted up by pulleys, and rope was also used to guide the girder into place once it reached the proper height. However at this point, none could be found.
            >
            > A call for rope was relayed to the ground by the men, and reply was sent back that it was already on the way.
            > Danner felt time was running out. He could feel the material in his hand giving out. He would not let Alfie die, even if it meant revealing himself again.
            >
            > Domville arrived and had already fashioned a lasso on one end of the rope. He threw it and it missed its mark. He through it again and it caught on Alfie's foot. The man tried raising his foot so he could grab the rope, but it slipped off.
            >
            > Domville sighed, and prepared to throw the rope again. "Catch it," he screamed and threw the rope again.
            >
            > Alfie caught it in his hands, and grabbed it tight.
            >
            > "Over your head and under your arms," called Domville, then he watched the man follow his instructions. Once the rope was around, Alfie pulled the knot tight, and then Domville called to the men around him, "Get on the rope, and pull."
            >
            > The men, balanced on the girder, began pulling the rope in unison. Danner felt the tension in his arm lessen, and he released his friend. Alfie swing a few feet, and then found himself back up on the girder.
            >
            > The poor shaken man was hurried to the elevator and to the ground, while men cheered, and then moved to Danner to help him to his feet. Danner feigned an ache in his arm, knowing a normal man would feel that, at the very least. Domville moved toward Danner, as he moved towards the elevator.
            >
            > "You're a hero man," said Domville.
            >
            > "I just did what anyone would have done," said Danner, rubbing his shoulder.
            >
            > "Nonsense. Most would have let the poor fool fall, and those who grabbed him would have let him go long before now," said Domville. "Good job man, good job. Now, let's get that arm looked at."
            >
            > Danner smiled weakly, and moved to the elevator, supporting his left arm in his right. Men continued to cheer as he and Domville rode to the ground in silence.
            >
            > ********
            >
            > Instead of letting her father steer her away, Evelyn Ravensdale continued to peer though the spyglass left by Domville. Instead of focusing on the drama, she found herself looking at the young man who was the hero of the drama. He looked strong and powerful, and from what she could see, very well toned. Her mind began to drift, but was brought back to earth by her sister's insistence on knowing what was happening.
            >
            > Evelyn began to detail what was happening for her sister and father, describing the heroism of Danner and the resourcefulness of Domville.
            >
            > "They're coming down," said Evelyn as she collapsed the spyglass and placed it on Domville's worktable.
            >
            > The elevator reached the ground, and the two men moved towards the table after being signaled by Ravensdale. He then extended his hand to Danner, saying "Good work young man. Your quick thinking saved me from having to pay a death benefit today."
            >
            > Evelyn slapped her father gently. "Oh Father, this isn't the time to think of money. He saved that poor man's life."
            >
            > "Of course, of course, forgive an old man," said Ravensdale. "That was amazing young man, simply amazing. And Atherton, that was some quick thinking on your part. Yes, very quick thinking. I think we should celebrate."
            >
            > "Oh yes Father. Can we go to DeWulf House?" I hear it's quite the place," said Lillian.
            >
            > "It would be fun. And could Mr. Mr?" said Evelyn, "I'm sorry, we haven't been introduced."
            >
            > "Forgive my manners," Said Domville. "This is Mr. Hugo Danner. The man responsible for getting us back on schedule."
            >
            > "Then we have two reasons to celebrate. Mr. Danner, please do us the honor of joining us for dinner this evening?"
            >
            > "Thank you," said Danner, "but I have nothing to wear to a place such as the DeWulf House."
            >
            > "Nonsense. Atherton, give this man the day off, and take him to get a suit of clothes. And Atherton," he whispers to the architect. "I'll foot the bill on this."
            >
            > "Yes sir," said Domville.
            >
            > Ravensdale then herds his daughers away, Lillian loudly calling good bye to Danner, while Evelyn smiles slightly and bows her head politely. They enter their waiting car, and drive off.
            >
            > Domville looks at the young man, smiles, and says "Let's be off them. I just have one stop first."
            >
          • vendikarr_dewuff
            Thanks. It s He ll pull you off with him Danner, give him up . I fixed it in my text file.
            Message 5 of 5 , Feb 6, 2013
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              Thanks. It's "He'll pull you off with him Danner, give him up".

              I fixed it in my text file.

              --- In theJSAallstarstorysite@yahoogroups.com, "ddswanson" wrote:
              >
              > Fun start, I look forward to more.
              >
              > Just one thing - this quote:
              >
              > "He'll pull off with him Danner, give him up," said another.
              >
              > I think the first word should by You'll?
              >
              > Dan
              >
              > --- In theJSAallstarstorysite@yahoogroups.com, vendikarr_dewuff wrote:
              > >
              > > Chicago, June 1921.
              > >
              > > Hugo Danner looked out over the city of Chicago. While only nine stories up, he loved the feeling of the winds whipping around him, and looking down on the people below. It brought him back to his childhood, and his time spent in the mountains of Colorado.
              > >
              > > "Hugo," called out Danner's partner, Alfie Woodside. Alfie was strong for a normal man, but not as sure-footed as he should be to be working in the girders. But he held the rivets straight, which was something many couldn't manage.
              > >
              > > Hugo had been working construction in the city for the past couple of weeks, having found his specialty in driving rivets into the steel girders. He had been partnered with Alfie, a man ten years his senior, who had been in the construction trade his entire life.
              > >
              > > Alfie was holding huge forceps, in which was a heated rivet. Danner's job was to drive the rivet into the girders, so as to hold the girder in place. The project was behind schedule until Danner joined it. He had single handedly brought them closer to their deadlines, because it took him fewer turns with the hammer to drive in a rivet.
              > >
              > > Danner hoisted the hammer upon his shoulder, and slammed the rivet forcefully. Clank... Clank... Clank...
              > >
              > > "That do it Alfie," asked Danner, while exploring is work.
              > >
              > > "That did it," replied Alphie.
              > >
              > > Danner swung over to another girder, hammer in hand, to prepare to anchor the other side. Alphie move a bit slower, forceps and bucket in hand, and joined his partner.
              > >
              > > "You have to go a bit slower Hugo," said the man, "we're giving the other teams a bad name."
              > >
              > > "I can't help that Alfie," Danner replied. "I just want to get this girder finished before the lunch whistle."
              > >
              > > Danner looked over the structure while Alphie readied the next rivet. Men crawling all over the girders reminded Danner of ants moving through an anthill. People could seem so insignificant sometimes he thought.
              > >
              > > "All set," said Alfie, as he once again held a rivet in place. Danner took his swings, and once again drove the rivet into place. Before Alfie could set up another rivet, a sharp whistle blew from the ground below.
              > >
              > > "One more?" asked Danner.
              > >
              > > "Nope, we only get 30 minutes and you know I like to eat on the ground. Join me?" asked the older man.
              > >
              > > Danner put his hammer down and responded, "No thanks. I love the view from up here. I can't get enough."
              > >
              > > Alfie shrugged his shoulders and put the forceps down, and turned to head for the elevator. However he brushed his foot against the barrel and tipped it over. He screamed a warning below as rivets and hot coals rained down. While inconvenient, it happened from time to time and men knew to get out of the way.
              > >
              > > However Alfie lost his balance and fell off the girder. Danner, seeing this, dropped to lay flat against the girder and grabbed the back of Alfie's cover-alls. He managed to hold on to his friend, but his drop on to the girder was off center, and he had to hold on to the girder with his other hand.
              > >
              > > Had no one been watching, given his strength, he could have pulled Alfie up and make up some story to cover. But Alfie's warning had all eyes in their direction, and others began moving their way. Danner was stuck.
              > >
              > > ********
              > >
              > > Architect Atherton Domville was entertaining his boss, Jacob Ravensdale and his daughters Evelyn and Lillian at the site when they heard the warning call. Their eyes looked up into the girders, when Evelyn called out "Someone's falling."
              > >
              > > Domville pulled out a spyglass he kept in a pocket in his suit for checking the work in progress.
              > >
              > > "One of the men has a hold of the other. It's a gallant effort, but he'll just be pulled off with the other," said Domville.
              > >
              > > "Is there no way to save them?" asked Lillian.
              > >
              > > "Oh yes, there has to be a way," Interjected Evelyn.
              > >
              > > "I'm sorry girls, but I've been in construction for 20 years, and there's no way for the one bloke to save the other. He'll have to let go, or go over himself," said Ravensdale. "We should go girls, I don't want you seeing what happens next."
              > >
              > > At that moment Domville had an idea. He grabbed a coil of rope, and headed for the elevator, hoping he wasn't too late.
              > >
              > > ********
              > >
              > > Danner hung onto the girder, trying to keep his friend alive.
              > >
              > > "Stay still Alfie," said Danner.
              > >
              > > "I'm scared Hugo," replied the dangling man.
              > >
              > > "You'll be dead if my grip slips," replied Danner. Not that his grip would slip soon, but the fabric of the cover-alls tearing was a real concern. Besides, a normal man would have been concerned about his arm strength at this point.
              > >
              > > "Drop him Danner," shouted one of the approaching workers.
              > >
              > > "He'll pull off with him Danner, give him up," said another.
              > >
              > > "If he goes, I go with him," Danner replied. Then a thought occurred to him. "Get some rope, maybe we can lasso him and get him down."
              > >
              > > The approaching men looked around for a coil of rope. Girders were normally hoisted up by pulleys, and rope was also used to guide the girder into place once it reached the proper height. However at this point, none could be found.
              > >
              > > A call for rope was relayed to the ground by the men, and reply was sent back that it was already on the way.
              > > Danner felt time was running out. He could feel the material in his hand giving out. He would not let Alfie die, even if it meant revealing himself again.
              > >
              > > Domville arrived and had already fashioned a lasso on one end of the rope. He threw it and it missed its mark. He through it again and it caught on Alfie's foot. The man tried raising his foot so he could grab the rope, but it slipped off.
              > >
              > > Domville sighed, and prepared to throw the rope again. "Catch it," he screamed and threw the rope again.
              > >
              > > Alfie caught it in his hands, and grabbed it tight.
              > >
              > > "Over your head and under your arms," called Domville, then he watched the man follow his instructions. Once the rope was around, Alfie pulled the knot tight, and then Domville called to the men around him, "Get on the rope, and pull."
              > >
              > > The men, balanced on the girder, began pulling the rope in unison. Danner felt the tension in his arm lessen, and he released his friend. Alfie swing a few feet, and then found himself back up on the girder.
              > >
              > > The poor shaken man was hurried to the elevator and to the ground, while men cheered, and then moved to Danner to help him to his feet. Danner feigned an ache in his arm, knowing a normal man would feel that, at the very least. Domville moved toward Danner, as he moved towards the elevator.
              > >
              > > "You're a hero man," said Domville.
              > >
              > > "I just did what anyone would have done," said Danner, rubbing his shoulder.
              > >
              > > "Nonsense. Most would have let the poor fool fall, and those who grabbed him would have let him go long before now," said Domville. "Good job man, good job. Now, let's get that arm looked at."
              > >
              > > Danner smiled weakly, and moved to the elevator, supporting his left arm in his right. Men continued to cheer as he and Domville rode to the ground in silence.
              > >
              > > ********
              > >
              > > Instead of letting her father steer her away, Evelyn Ravensdale continued to peer though the spyglass left by Domville. Instead of focusing on the drama, she found herself looking at the young man who was the hero of the drama. He looked strong and powerful, and from what she could see, very well toned. Her mind began to drift, but was brought back to earth by her sister's insistence on knowing what was happening.
              > >
              > > Evelyn began to detail what was happening for her sister and father, describing the heroism of Danner and the resourcefulness of Domville.
              > >
              > > "They're coming down," said Evelyn as she collapsed the spyglass and placed it on Domville's worktable.
              > >
              > > The elevator reached the ground, and the two men moved towards the table after being signaled by Ravensdale. He then extended his hand to Danner, saying "Good work young man. Your quick thinking saved me from having to pay a death benefit today."
              > >
              > > Evelyn slapped her father gently. "Oh Father, this isn't the time to think of money. He saved that poor man's life."
              > >
              > > "Of course, of course, forgive an old man," said Ravensdale. "That was amazing young man, simply amazing. And Atherton, that was some quick thinking on your part. Yes, very quick thinking. I think we should celebrate."
              > >
              > > "Oh yes Father. Can we go to DeWulf House?" I hear it's quite the place," said Lillian.
              > >
              > > "It would be fun. And could Mr. Mr?" said Evelyn, "I'm sorry, we haven't been introduced."
              > >
              > > "Forgive my manners," Said Domville. "This is Mr. Hugo Danner. The man responsible for getting us back on schedule."
              > >
              > > "Then we have two reasons to celebrate. Mr. Danner, please do us the honor of joining us for dinner this evening?"
              > >
              > > "Thank you," said Danner, "but I have nothing to wear to a place such as the DeWulf House."
              > >
              > > "Nonsense. Atherton, give this man the day off, and take him to get a suit of clothes. And Atherton," he whispers to the architect. "I'll foot the bill on this."
              > >
              > > "Yes sir," said Domville.
              > >
              > > Ravensdale then herds his daughers away, Lillian loudly calling good bye to Danner, while Evelyn smiles slightly and bows her head politely. They enter their waiting car, and drive off.
              > >
              > > Domville looks at the young man, smiles, and says "Let's be off them. I just have one stop first."
              > >
              >
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