The Cairo bulletin., 1906-07-05

OF Widow Flaherty's barn. Widow Fla
herty, who lived in the upper story 0
the barn, was devout admirer of tn,
departed Miss Mullins, and, Maggl,
knew, would be valuable addition t
her forces
When the policemen made their WY
to the temporary fortress, with maay
sly jokes and laughs at the easy tast
before them. they met with lockel
doors below and vigorous response
from the upper window.
And don't We dare set a foot on me
premises, not one of We. and if my
voice can't make 1t plain to We, Pve
somethin that will talk 50 yen under
stan it, and she held to their view a
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. Flahertys 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
comlorted. 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 We're crying her as the
ehlel attraction of the evening paper?
These things were as nothing, for
awful thought--Roderlck Dhu, the idol
OF her heart, was lost. In that fearful
moment when the advance of the en-
envy seemed to endanger her cause
SIZE mad dropped the hand Of the in
rant 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 nieht, and it
was drawing near to that delicious
hour when he was wont to lay his lit !.
tie head upon Maggia's devoted shout
der and start ON his journey to Stun
berland.
AS she hurried past the deserted I
achool-house, she bethodght herself
that she had forgotten to search that
building.
Was mat light at the end of the
hall? Probably the janitor, still at \
wosk.
Through the glass door Maggi,
peeped. She drew back in disma :.
She had quite forgotten that this was
the office Of the despised principal. i
How the hot blood diu pump itself up
from her valiant heart, as she beheld |
he hated tyrant sitting in his chair,
reading clamp by his side. What WIS
hat? Maggie's heart stopped pumping
or very establishment, for snuggled
lose in the tyrants arms, as com.
as he ever lay in Maggie's :
own, was the recreant Roderick, look.
ng up into the tyrant's face with the
same fascinating goodnight baby
ways that Maggie leved. Aid the tv
ant-the hated tyrant--Maggis's eyes
.lmost swallowed up her face, they
rev SO large from looking, this same
yrant was smiling down into the baby
y
he voice ceased singing, and the wor
led look that Maggie had noticed c
pom the face of the principal that
lorning, returned. The intuition O!
err sex, stimulated by a somewhat
'ouhled conscience. told Maggie thai r
ne worried look was one for which g
ne was responsible. As if fearful thai
he might be led to change her mind
he bolted into the room, planted her
If in front of the astonished princi.
Al, and explained somewhat inco. Il
erently: CT
"Oh, sir, 1t was me that did it all! j.
stirred EN- up, did. They'd never q f.
he of 'em dared do it without; they
id so themselves. And when the COPS
me, they'd everyone of 'em backed Az
It, but | called 'em towards. And II us
as then lost the baby, and | wished lu
never been born before even
ard OF strike or a union, sir. And
en- you found him. and cuddled him
for the night just as he likes to b.
ddled, and I'm SO sorry made all
Attubitf anu SOu Jun QeHu tC
)rry any more about the old strike
r III declare 1t all off tomorrow
Jrning, and the kid that dares tc
~ away, Tll-I'll--" and although
lggie's fervent voice and earnest
es spoke volumes, the words were
errupted by strange choking in Ca
r throat Su
+ the reporters could have looked
o the Shelton school Just then. they
uld have found abundant material II
scoop, for the erstwhile leader r
the strike. as the pent-up emotions
the day,found vent in q veritablo II
igaE Of tears, felt herself drawn
Sc 10 the tyrants side. her heia
ting upon his immaculate coal
eve, as he tenderly wiped away the r
rs. n,
When interviewed the next day as r
the settlement of the novel strike. w,
principal only smiled a quiet smile CHI
said:
Yes, the strike is settled, and an
pate no further trouble. AAnd the
iium you ask? Well" and the
lcipal thoughtfully stroked hi
stache, you can tell the public that -