"Oh Jack how blue you look " "I feel blue, Deb," answered Jack Willington, as he entered the door of his modest home and gave his sister the brotherly kiss he knew she was expecting. "Is there something the matter up at the tool works, Jack?" "Yes, Deb. The works are going to shut down." "To shut down?" repeated the girl, her eyes wide open in affright, for she knew only too well what such a calamity meant. "When will they close?" "To-morrow. In fact we have quit on the regular work already."