The Kinsley graphic. [volume] (Kinsley, Kan.) 1890-1940, 1902-07-11
4 Matter oT KsrB Money.
BY PERcIvAL POLLARD.

61 fGRC1VAL POLlAARD.
Gopyrlght. 1907, by Daily Story Pub. Co.;
Ioieness was condition utterly be-
ycnd the philosophy OF Warren Or
leans. contractor. His appreciation
Of Incidence. or any form OF passive
ness, was . completely unknown guam
uty. AS he reached the end Of the
avenue where the moRotonous facade
Of the temporary capitol threw Its
aharp silhouette over the binding
lfme-dust OF the street, he stopped
suddenly. looking up. straight in front
Of him.
Yes, It was surely q magnificent
thing, this vast building over there,
this creature of his brain and hand.
And besides, he told himself, with
sudden grimness, his own reward, at
the end of 1t all, would be distinctly
tangible. Half million dollars. at
the very least" he muttered, still sur
yeying his handiwork.
Then the gladness OF his mood pass
ed. and certain other reflections came
to him. He walked on toward the lit
tie frame Office that stood just out
side the inner yard Of the new build
ing.
They call 1t scab job" he thought,
"and say Pm in danger Of my life.
Well, I'm always at home for them.
always at home, right here" He
stepped sharply into the dingy little
Office, and sat down at his desk to
open his mail.
"A cablegram just came for you,"
said the secretary.
All" He held the dispatch up to
the light for moment, then tore OF
one end with a sharp flick. From
Bowman. The men have left on the
Goldia, and will reach New York in
ten days Good" He turned to other
letters. Presently, as II there had
been no interruption, he spobn again.
do you think the Knights know
about it, Watson?"
This mornings Leader had para
graph" said the other.
"The newspapers be damned" said
Orleans. drawing his brows together.
Contempt marked his face deeply. Il
suppose the Leader is looking for q
quietus. The question Is merely one
Of: How much? | wish those fellows
didn't know the syndicate had such a
lot OF money, and was SO willing to
give some OF it up. 1t makes it too
easy for this blackmailing crew-too
easy. I'd far rather fight than pay
Still, il 1T comes to that, there's some
Eort Of satisfaction in buying men like
Cattle, in knowing they're yours,
bought and paid for. slaves-bah!" He
ripped open more envelopes with vi
cious vigor
II should imagine" said Watson, in
his gentle voice, that if the Knights
get the tip there might be lot OF
trouble. 1 should think quieting the
papers would be cheaper And then
the Alien Labor law"
'sNVas made like most laws, human
or divine, to tempt men into breaking
II. Watson, tell you the whole things
tast a question OF how much. how
osueh? A newspaper, or law, or a
conscience-it's only q question or
how much?
Passing through the great granite
arch. underneath the smooth and pol
ished Communications of the great
main hall, Orleans assembled the tenn
porary scaffolding OF steps until he
stood on the highest summit OF his
stone creation. Even as it stood, I'M
finished, it was a splendid thing
Orleans, at any rate, standing
among the swinging derricks and the
incessant clicks of the stonecutters
and Glasons, felt the keen delight OF
satisfaction. He had built it all, in a
year. or two, in spite of the antago-
nism is the unions. His former e<-
terience with those bodies had w-tlng
out of him the bitter vow that in this.
his greatest contract. he would en-
ploy not one single union workman
anywhere. And on that line. as he
considered the mstter, he had planned
his car paign. There had bean plenty
of Een 10 answer the summons that
the newspapers of the land sneeringly
sont Out: namely, that the new capitol