The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1906-06-23

shelters, where we will prepare to
meet the enemy" and she pointed
tragically toward large barn at the
rear of the school-house.
Under the stimulus of the words Of
their leader. the forces rallied suf-
ficiently to reach the hospitable roof
Of Widow Flaherty's barn. Widow Fla
herty. who lived In the upper story Of
the barn, was devout admirer Of the
departed Miss Mullins, and, Maggie
knew. would be a valuable addition to
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 foot on me
premises, not one of We. and II my
voice can't make 1t plain to ye, I've
somethin' that will talk 30 yell 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. F1aherty'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 were as nothing. for
awful thought-Roderick 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
tie head upon Maggis's devoted shout
der and start on his journey t. Slum-
berland.
AS she hurried past the deserte1
school-house, she bethought herself
that she had forgotten to search that
building.
| Was mat light at the end of the
hall? Probably the janitor, still at
work.
Through the glass door Maggie
peeped. She drew back in dismay,
She had quite forgotten th.t this was
the ONCE of the despised principal
How the hot blood did pump itself VI
from her valiant heart, as she beheld
the hated tyrant sitting in his chair
reading-la 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;
own, was the recreant Roderick, 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-Maggie's 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 princl-
pal, and explained somewhat inco-
herently:
"Oh, sir, It was me that did 1t all!
stirred 'em up, did. They'd never a
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 II
was then I lost the baby. and wished
I'd never been born before ever
heard of strike or a union, sir. And
then you found him, and cuddled him
up for the night just as he likes to b.
cuddled, and I'm SO sorry made al
the trouble. and you don't need tc
worry any more about the old striks
for I'll declare 1t all OF tomorrow
morning, and the kid that dares tc
stay away, I'll-Ill-" and although
Maggies fervent voice and earnest
eyes spoke volumes. the words were
interrupted by strange choking IN
her throat.
II the reporters could have looket
into the SHELTON school just then, they
would have found abundant materia
for a scoop, for the erstwhile leader
of the strike. AZ the pent-up emotions
Of the day found vent In a veritabl'
Niagara Of tears, felt herself draws
close to the tyrant's side, her helt
resting upon his immaculate Goa
sleeve, as he tenderly wiped away thu
tears.
When interviewed the next day Al
to the settlement of the novel strike
the principal only smiled quiet smil'