Audubon Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Iowa) 1894-1925, 1906-06-21
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her forces.
When the policemen made their way
to the temporary fortress, with many
SLY jokes and laughs at the easy task
| before them, they met with locked
doors below and vigorous response
from the upper window:
! And don't We dare set a foot on me
premises, not a one of We, and II my
voice can't make 1t plain to ye, I've
somethin' that will talk so YEN under
stan it," and she held to their view
kettle of boiling hot water.
The arguments OF the widow proved
unanswerable, and the policemen de-
parted.
| The victory was won, but alas for
the way OF great leaders. In the cor
ner Of Mrs, Flaherty's barn, as the
November afternoon darkened into
evening, sat the victorious leader OF
the hundred, her face buried in her
apron, weeping with woe not to be
comforted. What cared she that to-
night her name would be upon the
tongue of every boy and girl In the
ward, that even now the newsboys in
the streets were crying her as the
chief attraction of the evening paper?
These things We're as nothing. for
awful ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS Dhu, the idol
OF her heart, was lost. In that fearful
moment when the advance of the en-
envy seemed to endanger her cause,
she had dropped the hand Of the In
FAINT Roderick, and in the confusion
which followed he had strayed away.
1t grew still darker. Something
must be done, for Roderick Dhu feared
the dark shadows OF the night, and 1t
was drawing near TO that delicious
hour when he was wont to lay his lit
tic head upon Maggia's devoted shout
der and start on his journey to Slum-
| berland.
| AS she hurried past the deserted
school-house, she bethought herself
that she had forgotten to search that
| building.
Was mat light at the end of the
hall? Probably the janltor, still at
work.
Through the glass door Maggie
peeped. She drew back In dismay.
She had quite forgotten that this was
the office Of the despised principal
How the hot blood diu pump itself up
from her valiant heart, as she beheld
the hated tyrant sitting In his chair,
reading-lamp by his side. What was
that? Maggie's heart stopped pumping
for very establishment. for, Struggled
close In the tyrant's arms, as COM
fortably as he ever lay In Maggie's
own, was the recreant Rodericlx, look
ing up into the tyrant's face with the
same fascinating goodnight baby
ways that Maggie loved. And the ty-
rant-the hated tyrant-Maggies eyes
almost swallowed up her face. they
grew so large from looking. this same
| tyrant was smiling down into the baby
eyes as he softly crooned lullaby.
The voice ceased singing, and the wor-
ried look that Maggie had noticed
upon the face of the principal that
morning, returned. The intuition OF
her sex, stimulated by somewhat
troubled conscience. told Maggie that
the worried look was one for which
she was responsible. AS II fearful that
she might be led to change her mind,
she bolted into the room, planted her.
self In front of the astonished prlncl-
pal, and explained somewhat inco-
herently:
"Oh, sir, 1t was me that did 1t all!
| stirred 'em up, did. They'd never
one of 'em dared do It without; they
said so themselves. And when the cops
came, they'd everyone of em backed
out, but | called 'em towards. And 1t
was then lost the baby, and I wished
I'd never been born before | ever
heard of q strike or union, sir. And
then you found him, and cuddled him
up for the night just as he likes to be
cuddled, and I'm so sorry | made all
| the trouble. and you don't need to
worry any more about the old strike,
for III declare 1t all off tomorrow
morning, and the kid that dares to
stay away, Pll-I'll-" and although
Maggie's feryent voice and earnest
eyes spoke volumes, the words were
| interrupted by strange choking In
her throat.
If the reporters could have looked
into the SHELTON school just then, they
would have found abundant material
for scoop, for the erstwhile leader
OF the strike, as the pent-up emotions
of the day found vent In veritabe
Niagara of tears, felt herself drawn
close to the tyrant's side, her head
resting upon his immaculate coat
sleeve, as he tenderly wiped away the
| tears.
When interviewed the next day as
| to the settlement OF the novel strike,
the principal only smiled quiet smile
and said:
Eyes, the strike Is settled, and an
ticipate 20 further trouble. And the
medium you ask? Well" and the
principal thoughtfully stroked his
mustache, you can tell the public that
it was accomplished through the me-
dunn Of a board of arbitration, very
small board. weighing in the aggre-
gate not over 60 pounds"
When pressed for details by the
curious newspaper men, he pleaded
urgent business engagements.
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