The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1903-01-11

mill they would have made a stronger
fght against Us in the stock market
xVsllace and Hgda exchanged
vlances The girl was long since aware
Of the inside history of those days
you'll have to tell them thar. silS
whispered over the back OF heF stat
1t viii please them -,-,,
Our station is next. criea nor -,
and it's only a little ways COME So
They all crowded into the narrow
passagexay near the door, for the traii
All right. sab. said the porter
swinging down his little step.
Thorpe ran down 10 help the lauis9-
He was nearly taken from ms rect ps
a wildcat veil. and a moment later thar
-reslIlt vas actually accomplished BY a
rush of men that tossed him bodily
onto its shoulders Al the same mo-
ment the mill and tug Whistles began
10 screech. miscellaneous firearms eN-
ploded Even the locomotive engineer,
in the spirit of the occasion. teane0
down heartily on his whistle rope me
sawdust street was filed with scream
ing jOstling men. The homes OF tIle
town were brilliantly drapeo Win
cheeseclOth. flags and bunting
For a moment Thorpe could not make
out what had happened rms turfnoli
was so different from the dead quiet OF
desertion he had expected. that he was
unable to gather his faculties All
about him were familiar faces up
turned to his own. He distinguished
the broad. square shoulders Of Scotty
Parsons. Jack Hyland. Kerlie. Bryan,
Moloney Ellis grinned at him from
the press; Billy Camp. the rat ana
shiny drive cook: Mason, the foreman
of the mill. Over beyond hOwled Solly.
the tug captain. ROliway Chariey'
Shorty. the ohore boy: everywhere
were features that he knew As his
dimming eyes Travelled here and there,
one by one the Fighting Forty. the
best crew of men ever gathered IN the
northland. impressed themselves in his
consciousness, Saginaw birlers. FIAT
river drivers. woodsmen from the for
ests of lower Canada. bully boys out
of the MuSkegOn waters, peavey men
from An Sable. whitewater dare
devils from the rapids of the Menom-
inee-ail were there to do him honor,
him in whom they had learned to see
the supreme qualities of their calling.
On the outskirts sauntered the tall
form Of Tim Shearer. a straw peeping
from beneath his fIax-white mustache,
his eyes glimmering under his flax
white eyebrows. He did not evidence
as much excitement as the others, but
the very bearing OF the man expressed
the deepest satisfaction. Perhaps he
remembered that zero morning SO
many years before when he had
watched the thinIy clad, shivering
chore boy set his face for the first time
towards the dark forest
Big JUnko and Anderson deposited
their burden on the raised platform Of
the office steps. Thorpe turned and
fronted the crowd
The men looked upon their leader
and gave voice to the enthusiasm that
was in them. He stood alone there,
straight and tall, the muscles of his
brown face set to hide his emotions,
his head thrust back proudly. the lines
of his strong figure tense with power
the glOrificatiOn in finer matter OF the
hardy, reliant men who did him honor.
"Oh. aren't you proud OF him.
gasped Hilda. squeezing Helen's arm
with a little sob.
In a moment Wallace Carpenter. his
countenance glowing with pride and
pleasure. mounted the platform and
stood beside his friend. while Morton