The Kinsley graphic. [volume] (Kinsley, Kan.) 1890-1940, 1898-10-28

t<uC I'm telnn We, Mike insisted hot
~. though yen get different tale
of O. them. But ye're askin' me. and
I'm givin' it straight. the way hare it.
IT'S the game they've worked in every
| new camp betuxt the Black Hills an
the coast.
There wasn't a miner come into the
| Cor de Lane but they nabbed him for
q convart; and if he belonged to no
union, an wouldn't be persuaded, they
put their shpite on him, and med his
bread bitter to him by livery name par
secution they could lay their hand to.
There was moighty few stud out against
them. 1 dunno fwhere I'd be now an
hadn't been me own mine-owner,
workin' contrac' wild meself. But
they ped me more than wan visit, an
| they toiled and shweated wild me for to
jine them.
"'Fwhat do J want wild q union?' I
Rsays. Pm me own union, heads and
| hands as God made me. And ] niver
yet seen the time whin me head
couldn't set me hands to work, and
ME hands couldn't keep me head whilst
I was doin' it. And if can't find work
in the Cor de Lane says I. I'll lay me
| two feet to the road till I'll come where
it is
"And they tould me was bought by
the labor-devourers, and they had their
eye on me for wan that was sowin'
treason and settin' bad example.
"'Kape your eye on me all We want
says, yen find me neither maxim
nor meddlin'. And any man that follies
my example. he'll be doin' his work and
| mindin' his business, and kapin' his
carcass out av Peg-leg's saloon
"Begor! I've seen fellys, that five
dollars w'u'd buy all they was worth
in the world, walk into Peg-leg's wild
| a months wages in their clothes, and
put down twinty-dollar piece, and call
for drinks for the crowd, and domn
the changed Av the unions could put
some sinse into them, and tache them
too, or thramp it into the mire, and
thin bawl for the next mans that's
saved his. why. they'd be doin' some
good"
Darcie pushed back his papers and
took up his cigar, swinging about in
his chair that he might follow Mikes
movements, as the latter talked, and
cut "whangs" out of an old bootleg
| with that multifarious tool, his pocket
knife.
It was the evening Of the day after
the visit of the manager and his daugh
ter to the Black Dwarf. Darcie had
been noticeably idle in the tunnel all
day, and, to Mikes thinking, more
<bor 11c,,o11v. Gil no
| table was cleared after supper in the
cabin, he began walking and ponder
ing, and finally seated himself with his
writing-case before him. as if to free
his mind on paper.
"But what was the final hitch !?
When did the worm conclude to turn o.
he inquired.
MANN by the worrum-"
"The mine-owners, I should say
"Well. ye're right. The worrum
was maxim money along first, yell
| understand; and a man will suffer a
dale in his proide on his principles so
long as his pockets doin' we'll. But
there come a change in that afther
awhile. The smelters began to squeeze
them; an betune the returns an the
unions interference t was rocky road
| for the mine-owners.
THE ould scale av wages, as l was
tellin' ye, was three for shovelers an
| TRAINERS, three an a half for skilled
men underground, and timber-men
and shaft men was gettin' four. But
whin the union begun to lay the law on
| us, it was three an half, they said,
every man underground was to get, no
matter what he c,u'd 'arn.
''The managers gev in at the first.
though not widout big kick, on ac-
count av the injustice to their best
men. They said there'd be throuble.
an there was. Whin the timber-men
found themselves reduced to the same
as shovelers, they whit out, and the
managers called the union bosses to lul,
at what they done.
| "'We'll attind to our own men, says
| they. And the vans that wouldn't
give in and take what the union said
they sh'u'd get, was forced to quit and
lave the country.
| cit wasn't this nor it wasn't that, MOI
it wasn't matther av fifty cints day.
more nor less for the miner; it was
the question which sh'u'd run the
mines, the men that owned them, or
the union that owned the miners.
Twas the power of the brotherhood
that was at shtake, and whatever man
resisted-t'row him out!
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