The Pioche weekly record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1877-1900, 1896-11-19

~ WIN nc all etdrNln, and his
wlfe's got stacks of clothes in her
drawers that Dan Doyle's mother saw
when she cl 'aned house there-more nor
she could wear out in two lifetimes-
And here we bees half naked. Look at
my ragged pants See my shoesl Old
Mowry wears good ones on his OWLS
hoof. Why don't he share his money
with Us workingmen? We're the pro-
dueers. His foundry belongs to us We
made the money that paid for it. Manu-.
facturers ought to divvy up the profits
that the men makes. We've got to scare
them into it, Don That's what we I've
got TO do They grind us poor mems
faces till our noses are worn fiat Ye
don't think as do, Don, but it's Gods
truth that m after tellin to We. .
There's some truth in what we're
sayin, Luke, " admitted Don.
Truth? I'll tell We more yet that S
true, Don. have tramped it, and We
know it, Why did tramp? Because no
man under heaven can stand foundry
smoke long, and We know it. When We
have your big melts of zinc, I'm lust
about crazy after breathing the smoke.
Poor Bob McEvoy has been loony twice
from the effects of zinc and is in the
hospital now. If l didn't get out into
the fields and breathe the fresh air, I'd
be stark crazy too. Sleepin ON the
ground seems to take the pizen out of
me. The smoke don't strike to every
holders head, but it does to mine. and
I'd ruther have it there than in my kid.
neys, as others does. And what does
Mowry care for US poor divils? I've
worked for him, and knows him. The
little core boys asked him once for a
raise OF 10 cints day. They was gettin
20 clnts. Mowry discharged them on
the spot And that same week he bought
his great hound and paid 81, 900 for it.
A thousand dollars, man, for q dog,
but no 10 cints for boy! That 81 900
would buy me a fine little shanty, and
then | would marry Bride Hamilton.
the purity little girl, and settle down
and be stiddy. Dye know what Now.
rvs new house cost? Ninety thousand
dollars he paid, and l haven't money to
buy pigstyl He wouldn't put in a
blower to save his polisher's lungs be-
cause it cost too much. :"
Things amt right, " said Don, who
was listening with darkened face.
''They II lose some of their fine things
the night, though, said Luke angrily.
"Goodby. l have business on hand
I'm going to engage the Water Witch.
The firemen are friends of mine"
Luke lurched down the street toward
the engine house on Dover street, and
Don went past the foundry.
AT o'clock in the morning follow
ing this conversation terrible alarm
of fire sounded through the city of Riv-
erbank. Springing from her bed and
throwing on heavy blanket gown,
Mrs. Storms raised her curtain and look
ed out, The whole street seemed wrap.
ped in fire. Mowry's handsome house
opposite was a blazing mass From the
houses on her left and right lurid
tongues Of flame shot upward to the
sky. Surprising her house to be also on
fire, she ran in her alarm to her door
There in the shadows of the broad front
piazza she saw figure crouching. Big
Luke's voice whispered: go back,
missis We're watchin your house be-
fore and behint. The Water Witch is
on the way and will stand before yer
house, whoever else's burns, and wet
down the roof and walls. Ye've been
good to us. Well take care of We. -
Mrs Storms retreated. In three min
utes more the Water Witch" pulled
up before her gate. Though ostensibly
playing on the burning houses, she per-
ceiyed that the sharpest lookout was ex-
ercised over her home, and it escaped
unscathed, although all around was a
wall of fire. Never before in her expe-
rience had she been so terrified. Yet the
confiagration so fascinated her that she
could not turn her eyes from the terri
BILE sights without. AS she stood at one
of the long French windows of her
drawing room she saw throng of Ia
boring men rapidly passing down the
street and distinguished the rude words
of their low chanting:
Smoke High street loutsl
Burn her out,
Burn her out
She recognized Dick Flanaghan and