The Press., 1896-03-26

and unsteady, the great veins on his skinny throat standing out, his blood stained silky white hair fairly bristling with wrath and defiance, he had strong ly reminded Brayton of masterly inn personation of Richelieu, drawing the famous "magic circle" and launching the curse of Rome.
 As Sawtelle gathered himself up and was about to enter his office poor old Jimmy. who had seemed about to faint, reused up again, and with force which seemed supeThuman and tTemOr of his gray locks that was ghostly shouted: "Let him come on, MT. BraytOn! Let him kill me! He killed my wife, he killed her father and his own, and I saw him do it. He's murderer, and thief, and d liar, and brute, and hog, and-what I am today-he's to blame'-
 Here the old man reeled again, shud- dered as if going into epilepsy and lay limp and helpless in the foreman's arms As fer Saw tellc, he was in a very like condition, for, while he was white as a sheet, he trembled so be could hardly stand.
 "Did-did you ever see-see such an old terror, MT. Martin?'' he stutt"rCd out at the foreman, who was holding Jimmy's bleeding head Cn lis knee. II declare, I never received such a setting out ill all my days. The man is surely crazy, but I hope he isn't dead. I-I didn't give him any provOcation for all this. I only showed him out the door at the head of the stairs. ''
 Martin looked up and swOre with an energy that substantiated the look of indignation on his rugged face. "You re a d--d liar, sir l saw you throw him the whole length of them there stairs, and you kicked him before he could git up from the bottom of 'em. 1 seen it all. and 1 don't stay in your shop an other day. There's ill luck for the man that hurts poor old Jimmy .ants, who's as harmless as all office Cat. You ought to be mubEed, sir, and the jouIs of this town ought to do it. You've got your internal claw on the printin business of this town strCnger'n II you had it on poor old Jimmy's neck at the head of them stairs a minute ago, and unless we make a kick you Il starve us all fore you let up.
 'Mr. ,Brayton, here's my hand. I've often felt for you, but could't raise the sand to reach you EefOe. I'm ill it now, strictly ill it, and we'll organize this time agin this hloOdsr> !;(r this very day. We've had strikes Eere, but you don know what st1 ikes gre till you see the printers into it. I'll bet you $500 Caleb Sawtelle don't have a printer as is a printer workin for any office in which he's known to be interested in- side of 36 hours.
 "Yes, sir, MT. Sawtelle. You may put that ill your pipe and smoke it. Before Saturday night you can t git a competent printer ill these here United States to set stickful of type ill any of your of fees. You can't make peace at any price, except you sell out and git out You hear me! The typothetR don't often go out, but when they do they're in it strictly in it.
 Sawtelle slunk away, and the crowd turned its attention to the unconscious old man on the walk, who occasionally moaned, but gave no further sign of life. Some one ill the crowd called out, "Why don't you take him to the hospi tal?''
 ''No, he don't go to the hospital He goes to my house," shouted Brayton. "Call cab somebody, and I'll pay for it." Somebody did, and within 20 min utes poor old Jimmy was between clean sheets and competent surgeon was dressing his woundSan = DHrfoab had driven away Brayton n4.d seen the com positors and pressmen filing out of The News office dinner pails in hand, and he knew that a strike was on that would also extend to The Standard office, which among the printers as we'll as other people was reputed to be owned or controlled by Sawtelle. The brutal assault had evidently stirred up hOr nets nest, and while Brayton could never remember to have seen a strike of union printers he knew they generally had the reputation of making most de- termined fight
 When the crowd had dispersed, Saw telle sank into a chair in The News business office and grimly watched the last man leave his press without even lifting the rollers from the forms, and he knew the aspect to be serious What rang in his ears, however, over and over was the terrible accusations of the old printer, and from the bottom of his evil heart he hoped Jimmy James would never rally or speak again. "Who'd a thought that old dotard was James J. James, my beloved brOtherin law, whom I thought dead these 20 years?" he muttered under his breath. "And what does he mean by accusing me of murdering my father? It can't be yes It might. Great heavens!' and the heavy features grew pallid with dread as they had a few moments be- fore out in the street.
 "Well, MT. Buckland Another strike is on, see We must fight it. That s the only way. Get out paper in the morning no matter what it costs, and rush out those job printing contracts at once You'd better get girls at the news cases and telegraph to New York and Philadel lphia at once for jcL printers. '
 "That's easier said than done, MT. Sawtelle, as you'll tnd," gloomily re- spOnded the business manager. Ou we never bucked against the union. They don't strike unless they think they've got cause, and then only by the order of some high official like Martin here, who saw all this fracas. The strike last summer was a disolganized protest. This one will be like the movement of a trained and united army compared to a rush of raw recruits. You don't know what you've got on your hands. '
 "Well, don propose to back down for lot of cIannish type stickers. You go ahead and fight. I'll furnish the needful. If you want me, telephone down to the First National bank I must attend directors meeting there at 10 o'clock, and it only lacks five minutes of it now"
 CTo be continued.)