The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1902-07-22

take few drinks. He was not intoxi-
Gated, but his rotations had greatly in
creased his sense of his own dignity.
When the strikers arrived. Tommy
was sitting alone in the office at the
entrance to the mines Tommy knew
Bill by sight.
Hello" said Tommy cheerily.
whats up this morningY
Were from the Quincy mines." an
swered Bill. speaking slowly and with
an attempt at impressiveness. You
know we are on strike. and we have
been sent over as a committee to see
your men and get them to- join us.
We're goin' down in the mines and
have talk with them"
Its against the rules for any one to
go in the mines without a pass from
the superintendent" objected Tommy.
RULES! Rulesv' Numbered Bill, his
voice and temper rising. What do we
care for rules? We're goin' in the
mine. and we're goin' now too"
Tommy was perplexed. In a drawer
of his desk lay a revolver meant for
use in such emergencies. but Tommy
didn't want to use it. Bill wasn't a
bad sort OF fellow at heart, and he had
family depending upon him. More
over, Tommy felt healthy young ath-
lete's aversion to the use of deadly
weapons. One thing was certain, no
one was going down that mine without
permission while he Thomas Steven
son. had any breath in his body.
"Why don't you apply at the super
intendent's officer" he asked. deter
mined to delay the crisis as long as
possible. Maybe he would let you
have the passes
Maybe he would telephone for the
police sneered Bill mo. young fell
low. don't give us any steer of that
sort We haven't anything against
you and don't want to hurt you. but
we're goin' down the mine and goin'
right now
Guess again." replied Tommy, with
slangv cheerfulness. Even If they did
pound him there was no use in feeling
bad before he was hurt. mo passes,
no entrance, is the rule of this game"
Bits temper was now fully aroused.
Should he, the leader of the strikers,
be thwarted by young fellow just out
of college? From the door to the spot
where Tommy was standing was about
twenty feet, and Bill came forward
with a rush
AS Tommy saw the big miner rush
ing at him there flashed through his
mind the memory of a November after
noon when the Yale center rush had
broken through the line and, ball under
his arm, was plunging toward the
goal. Tommy's tackle had saved the
day then. Perhaps it would work
again.
Low and hard is the word, I"
thought Tommy, and, setting his teeth
and gathering every muscle in his body
for the spring, he plunged forward.
The beauty about skillfully execut-
ed football tackle is THAI the harder
the other man is coming forward the
more violently he is thrown. Bill had
plunged forward with all the force of
every ounce of muscle in his big body.
Tommy caught him just above the
knees and threw little twist into the
tackle. 1t had taken the head coach
weeks to teach Tommy that twist. In
the end he had learned it thoroughly.
Bill was hurled through the air and
came down with heavy jar partly on
his left shoulder and partly on his
head. Tommy extricated himself and
stood ready to meet the rush of strik-
ers which he thought was coming.
Bill stayed on the floor.
But the rush of strikers didn't come.
Instead they stared In open mouthed
amazement first at Tommy, who was
standing with the blood running from
a little cut on his LID and a cheerful