reentered the parlor holding an envelope in one hand.
"A telegram," she announced.
"For me?" questioned Ralph, as she extended it towards him.
"For you, Ralph."
It was the first telegram Ralph Fairbanks had ever received, and, his mind on a working strain already, he looked conscious and expectant as he opened it.
The telegram was dated at Springfield, the headquarters of the road.
It was signed: "James Blake, Master Mechanic."
At a glance Ralph comprehended that the mission of his friend, Matthewson, had been successful.
"The first step up the ladder!" he said, with shining eyes, to his mother and Van.
The telegram read:
"Ralph Fairbanks will report Monday morning at the roundhouse, Stanley Junction, for duty as a regularly appointed switch towerman on the Great Northern Railroad."
THE END
