Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1895-06-18

your follow my orders, Jest es give
sem TO yer.
''Does the paper belong to you?" Grey
asked, aghast at the possibility.
mot by a long shot! but for all that
/ guess Tn the heart an the liver an
the lungs an the backbone of it. See?"
81 presume" asked Grey, coolly,
''yeu're what they call a professional
l.. agitator?"
You've hit it, stranger"
-'And," continued Grey, with aggra-
waiting nonchalance, you belong to
class of men for whose occupation l
confess 1 have nothing but contempt"
Schlossinger blazed forth in torrent
s,of oaths, while the poor colonel rose in
.bewildered depreciation.
ITO class of men," Grey went on,
as soon as he could get 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-
,nger, advancing. leave this office,
you hound, you dog!"
II am not tyrant, and l am not
king, Mr.. Schlossinger, Grey said, with
exasperating GOODNESS, ''except so far as
every American citizen is 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 / will thrash you within an
inch of your life," he cried, like one.
sstung to sudden frenzy.
"Gilchristl quick! police!" gasped the
fallen agitator, who, Notwithstanding
his muscular build, never moved finger
TO defend himself.
= Grey flung him scornfully aside.
Pshaw! have done with you; you
are not worth chastisement; but never
dare to set foot in this Office while am
here"
BY now, however, the colonel's scat
tered senses had recovered their equi-
1ibrium.
81, sir, am master here" he cried.
: f'Herr Schiossinger, humbly apollo
gize for this mans insolence and i ig-
ANONYMOUSLY discharge him on the spotr'
Don't give me any o. yer taffy," the
agitator growled, turning his venom on
one he dared insult. ''I1l pay yer back
for this, yer see eff don't-I1l ruin yer
sure es my names Hermann Schloss-
zinger!"
my dear, dear friend" the colonel
deprecated, show could 1 help it?
Don't visit on me the sins of another.
Don't"
But Frank Grey stopped the old mans
-abject apologies.
"Col Gilchrist," he said, not without
' a t0nch of kindness in his tone, don't
. degrade yourself by wasting words on
such hound. 1t is painful to see
man of your education and antecedents
subjected to the dictates. of loutish
brute like this king quaker; but if you
must continue your connection with
him, do let me entreat you, adopt an
other method in dealing with him.
When he is insolent, kick him-kick
him hard-it will do him good and you
mo harm-for though you are an old
broken man, he will not dare to retail
late, and am sure he has too sincere
an antipathy to police court to, make
you legally responsible for his whip
ping"
With this parting shot, Grey left the
Labor Times to reconstruct the world
without his valuable assistance. But
this meant no work-and no work in
Chicago means more than in any other
city in the world-means that if man
I'll I a. - II,
none have time to stop in the rush and
roar of that phenomenal Babylon to
pick him up.
Another trouble awaited him, on
reaching his boarding place: Stewart,
his newly-made friend, had received his
remittance, and, all elate, was only de-
laying his departure TO wish him good
by.
''Good-by, old fellow; I shall never
forget your kindness"
''Good luck go with you," was Greys
warm rejoinder.
Remember my address in London.
There's no knowing in the whirligig of
time when we may meet again"
The regret Grey felt at the loss of
this young man he had known so short
time puzzled him.
Surely" he communed with him.
self when he was left alone, ''there is
some force of electro-biology which
draws souls together-some subtle at
traction which controls congenial spir-
it's, which we shall all understand some
day in Gods good time. feel it in
my bones that Stewart and 1 will
meet again"
Yes, they would meet again.
CHAPTER VIII
REVENGE is SWEET.