Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1896-01-30
"The editor of the Labor Times?"

| I've written. Of course. I've only had
| q cornmoa-school education. and it isn't
up to much q literary production,
but think il got some ideas in it, and
you might be inclined to publish it."
'.Thc subject?'
"Wcll, it is just 4 workingman's mo-
tons on capital and labor-a little out
of the common for a mechanic in these
troublesome times, for 1 take it that
while trades unions are fine things in
their way, there's such thing as over
doing the 1aboringman's protection and
crippling enterprise"
Are you a mechanic?" Grey asked,
wonderingly.
''Shipwright," was the abrupt an
swer; lin the employ of Moore & Mar
ston, down at the dry docks. George
Harlands my name. And, oh, before 1
forget it, 1 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, l 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 Strcct-not that the neighbor-
hood isn't respectable Or the cottages
kind of pretty-but I guess it's not
quite up to your requirements.
Nevertheless Grey took down the adj
dress and the very next day was N
possession of the vacant chamber. But
meanwhile n 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 subordinatc-or perhaps the
Real Old Kentucl1 he had imbibed at
his free lunch had warmed his heart
when, without a knock, the door
opened and 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
tcntion to his amused assistant.
The gentlcnan's nane?" Grey
asked. as he shook hands
All. this is Herr Schlossingec-the
great Schlossingcr, YOU know"
But, forgive my ignorance. /"
''What. YOU don't know Schlossingcr!
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 dc1unciatioas tyrants
tremble and kings shake in their
thrones. Not know
But the colonel's cloquence was in
terrupted by the Chicago Demosthenes,
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 ticl1led to death that the ole cuss
hes had the sense ter put young blood
on his onc-hoss paper; for it's milder
now nor eff it was run by womans
SEWN circle; chile might put more go
into it. Sce?'
Grey nodded.
Now, / shan't bother my head about
Gilchrist any longer. You look as if
yer could swing Il 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 1 give
'em to YER
Does the paper belong to you?" Grey
asked, aghast at the possibility.
Not by long shot. but Tor all that
1 guess I'm the heart an the liver an
the lungs an the backbone of it. Sec?'
Il presume" asked Grey, coolly,
you're what they call professional
agitator?''
You've hit it, stranger
And" continued Grey, with aggra-
waiting nonchalance, you belong to
class OF men for whose occupation 1 |
confess 1 have nothing but contempt"
SchlOssingcr blaZcd forth in torrent |
Of oaths, while the poor colonel rose in !
depreciation.
To 4 class of men," Grey went on. |
Us soon as he could get hearing, who |
have 10 interest IL 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
Il am not a tyrant, and l am not
king. Mr.. Sclllossingcr, Grey said. with |
GOODNESS, except SO far as |
every American citizen is Il sovereign, |
and that is why do not quake at your
perhaps why, ii you
come one step nearer, shall soil my
hands by knocking you down."
Almost suiting the action to the |
word, he sprang upoh 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 Z finger
to defend himself.
Grey flung him scornfully aside.
'.Pshaw! 1 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 cqui-
ibrium.
Il, sir. am master here" he cried.
Herr Schloss:ngcr, l humbly apollo
gize for this mans insolence and l ig-
iO1rS1-- diScl,nr-rf, him on the Sr>Otf-