The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1895-10-11
"The editor of the Labor TimesP" he

but think it's got some ideas in it, and
you might be inclined to publish it."
1.-THE subject?'
"Well, it is just workingman's no
tions on capital and labor-a little out
of the common for mechanic in these
troublesome times, for | take it that
while trades unions are fine things in
their way, there's such thing as over
doing the laboringman's protection and
Gripping enterprise.
Are you mcdaniel" Grey asked,
wonderingly.
"Shipwright," was the abrupt an
swer; lin the employ of Moore & Mar
ston, down at the dry docks. George
Harland's my name. And, oh, before
forget it, want to put an ad. into the
Times of furnished room I've got to
let to some quiet man of steady habits"
Grey started.
"a furnished room, you say? What
rent do you ask for it?"
Five dollars a month with stove and
gas"
Would it suit me?'
"Why, no, | don't think it would.
You see. sir, it's not in one of the ave-
nues. but right out in A Hundred and
Fiftieth street-not that the neighbOr-
hood isn't respectable or the cottages
kind of pretty-but 1 guess it's not
quite up to your requirements"
Nevertheless Grey took down the adj
dress and the very next day was in
possession of the vacant chamber. But
meanwhile a startling event was to
happen, which was to turn the current
of his plans by one instant sweep of
the hand of misfortune
1t was towards four o'clock in the
afternoon that the two editors were
conversing pleasantly. for the senior
was man of ripe experience and great
natural power of observation. and was
becoming more genial towards his we'll
hammered subOrdinate-or perhaps the
Real Old Kentuck he had imbibed at
his free lunch had warmed his heart
when, without a knock, the door
opened and a squarely-built, broad
shouldered man. showily dressed,
whose heavy gold watchchain and rings
were in painful contrast to his low-bred
face and black finger nails, entered.
MY new associate editor, Mr.. Grey"
said the colonel, calling his visitors at
tentiOn TO his amused assistant.
The gentlemans name?" Grey
asked, as he shook hands.
'Ah, this is Herr Schlossinger-the
great Schlossinger, you know"
But, forgive my ignorance, /"
What, YOU don't know Schlossingerl
Not know Schlossinger, the socialist!
Not know the leading spirit in the great
labor movement of the city of Chicago!
Not know the fiery orator. before
whose burning denunciations tyrants
tremble and kings shake in their
thrones! Not know"
But the colonies eloquence was in
terrupted by the Chicago Demostheues,
who turned rudely to Grey and said,
without the faintest sign of German
accent. but in the strong western
vernacular: See here, young Teller,
I'm ticlzled to death that the ole cuss
hes had the sense ter put young blood
on his one-hOss paper; for it's milder
now nor eff it was run by a woman'S
SEWN circle; chile might put more go
into it. See?"
Grey nodded.
Now, l shan't bother my head about
Gilchrist any longer You look as if
yer could swing pen, an shall give
the straight tip ter you every time, an
eff you know beans when the bags open
you'll follow my orders, jest es l give
EN- to yer"
Does the paper belong to you?" Grey
asked, aghast at the possibility.
Not by long shot! but for all that
l guess I'm the heart an the liver an
the lungs an the backbone of it. See?"
Il presume" asked Grey, coolly,
you're what they call a professional
agitator?"
You've hit it, stranger"
And" continued Grey, with aggra-
waiting nonchalance. You belong to
class of men for whose occupation l
confess l have nothing but contempt"
Schlossinger blazed forth in torrent
of Oaths, while the poor colonel rose in
bewildered depreciation.
To a class of men," Grey went on,
as soon as he could get a hearing. who
have no interest in the reform OF social
abuses, who prey upon the working
man, and wax fat upon his hard-earned
wages"
DO you hear him?~ yelled Schloss-
niger, advancing. Leave this office,
you hound. you dog"
i am not tyrant, and l am not n
king. Mr.. SchloSsinger," Grey said. with
exasperating GOODNESS. except SO far as
every American citizen is a sovereign.
and that is why do not quake at your
approach-nay, perhaps why, if you
come one step nearer, shall soil my
hands by knocking you down"
Almost suiting the action to the |
word. he sprang upon the communist. /
Down on your knees and beg my par
don, or l will thrash you within an
inch of your life" he cried, like one |
stung to sudden frenzy.
'Gilchrist, quick! police," gasped the |
fallen agitator. who. Notwithstanding /.
his muscular build, never moved a finger |
to defend himself
Grey flung him scornfully aside.
"Pshaw. l have done with you; you
are not worth chastiSement: but never 4
dare to set foot in this Office while am /.
here"
By now, however, the colonel's scat |
tered senses had recovered their equi- |
librium.
Il. sir. am master here" he cried. !
Herr Schlossinger, 1 humbly apollo
gize for this mans insolence-and ig- /
DISCHARGE him ON the SDOtl' /