The Kinsley graphic. [volume] (Kinsley, Kan.) 1890-1940, 1898-12-30
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"Do ye mean that they are fixed to
fght?'
II do; and they would fgat If they
saw these poor men attacked. How
could they help it. even if they threw
their lives away! They must not be
seen, and they must not see. But they
must know oil that there is to tell. I
must tell them"
That's right" said Casson. gravely;
"but there's others can tell them. What
might be their business in the Cor de
Lane?"
mining. That is. one is a miner.
The other is sort of miner - an
amateur"
II wouldn't advise any man to be
mimi in the Cor de Lane this year,
unless mimi is his business; there's
neither love nor money in it for fancy
miners. and it's not healthy for them
that's sure!" said Mr.. Casson.
EYES," Faith assented. HE fell un.
der suspicion of the union from the
first. and they warned him to leave,
but he would not go. And then they
took means to get rid of him quietly.
but they did not succeed the first time.
Do they ever give such thing up?"
"Twould be safer for them to finish
the job" said Casson.
what should you advise them. Mr.
Casson. supposing - anything even
that this story cannot be true? What
should you say they had better do?"
II would advise them to stay with
their boat. and not set foot on shore
till the steamers at the landin'."
"Mr. Casson? 2" Faith implored. study
ing his face. He was as inscrutable as
if he were talking to child. Still, she
was sure that she could trust him.
Eye need not be questionin' me, miss.
know the men," he answered to her
look. "But it's just as well not to be
namin' names. The very leaves of the
trees will whisper it,
81 call them my friends" Faith need
lessly explained. because they were
very good to me once-I would do any
thing in the world!"
Surely We would" Mr.. Casson inter-
rupted easily; land if they were not
your friends, life is a life, though it's
only the life of a 'scab' or a spy"
Faith colored holly at the word. "Ye
need not fear me, Miss Bingham. I've
had taste of their language myself.
I'm a 'thraitor,' 'wage-slave.' I'm
bought an sold for the bread that
goes into me children's mouths. I'm
an excreshence on a healthy laborin'
community. to be sloughed OFF like the
foulness of disease. I'm as fond of the
Miners union that's bossin' this coun-
try as Mike MCGOWAN is, and they'll
make as much out of me, just, if they
come askin' me questions. Now We
leave me to watch out for the boys, and
III tell them anything at all we want"
THANK you, MIR. Casson; l trust you
perfectly, but l cannot let you do it.
They stood by me, and will stay by
them. It may be the one thing l am
here to do; and you have your wife
and children"
They're not meddlin' with women
and children. Ye had better leave the
men to me-"
Il couldn't, Mr.. Casson," said the
girl, with sad persistence. She was
distressed by his questioning regard,
and blushed for her own disingenuous-
ness. 1--WE have had fearful time at
the mine," she went on, leading him
away from the tenderer subject. did
you hear about our poor Chinaman?"
II did, miss; and wonder they left
the life in him so long. Sole an lone
he was, the only Chinyman in the Cor
de Lane, so hear; and only for Abby
Steers not wantin' to do her own work
he'd have been fired, they say, the same
as all the rest, before he'd barely set
foot in it; for what that woman says
is law with the union boys"
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