The Birmingham age-herald., 1907-08-18

of victory in his shifty little eyes.
 Ten dollars and costs" l shrieks seein' red. Lemme crawl up them spies t0 you.
 Then inspiration seized me. My soul rig up and grappled with the crisis, for right under my init coiled, suggestive and pleadin was one of the tugs heayin' lines bout a three -eghths size. l slips n runnn' knot in the end and divides tho coils, erouchin behind the deck house till we come abeam of him, then l straight ened, giving it swingin heave. and the moose sailed up and settled over him fine and daisy.
 "I iersed back and oily Heegan did high dive from Rush street that was geometrcal Joy. He hit kind of amateu,- lsh, don' what we used to call q belly buster back home, but quite satisfyi for a maiden effort, and l reeled him m astern
 Your Chicago man ain't a gamy fish, He come up tame and squirting sewage like dissolute porpoise, while l played him out where he's get the thrash Of the propeller.
 Help, he yells, I'm a drowning
 Ten dollars and costs, says ], lettin' him under again. Do you know whn you're drinSin' with this time, hey?
 "I reckon the astonlshment of the mob was equal to Heegans; anyhow, I'm told that we was favored with such quietness that my voice sounded four blocks sim ply achn' with satsfactions Then pan demonium tore loose, but l was so on gorsed in sweet converse l never heard it or noticed that the Detroit had slid through the draw by a hair. and we was bound for the blue and smi,ln' lake.
 " For Gods sake, femme p9,' says Hee- gan splashin along and lookin' strange , ly I hauls him in where he wouldn't 70 and
 "I just can't do fl, "Oly"-it's wash day You're plumb nasty and boycotts and peketin's and compulsory arbitra- tions I'm goin' to clean you us.' and sozzled him under like wet shirt
 "I drug him out again and continues:
 This Is Chnamens work, oily" but I lost my pride fin the Bridewell. thanks to you. It's tough on St. Louis to laundry you up stream this way, but maybe the worst of your heresies I'll be purified when they get that far. You know the Chi cago river runs up hill out of Lake Mich igan, through tho drainage canal. and Into the St. Louis water works. Sure it does most unnatural stream I ever see about direction and smells.
 "I was gettin a good deal of enjoy ment and infections ont of him when old man Badrich ran back enameled with blood and passe tomato juice, the red in his white hair makin his top look Ike one of these fancy ice cream drinks you get at a soda fountain.
 Here! herel you'll kill him. says he so I hauled him aboard, drippfn and clingy, wrIngin him out good and thor ouRh-by the neck He made a fine mop.
 '0These clippngs," continued Bitter Root" fishing into his pocket. Tell ir beautiful fggers how the last seen of oily Heegan he was hoiystoning the deck of a sooty little tugboat under the ednonishments and feet of Bitter Root Killings Of Montana, and they state how the strikers tried to get tugs for pur- suit and couldn't and how all day long from the housetops was visible tugboat. madly crulsin' about inside the outer cribs bustln' the silence with joyful blasts of victory and they'll further state that about dark she steamed up the river. tired and draggled, with a bony-lookn' cowboy inhalln' cigarettes on the stern bits, holding three-foot knotted rope in his lap. When a delegation of strikers met her, inquirin' about one D. O,Hara Heegan. 1t says like this and Billings read la5oriously as follows;
 Then the bronzed and lanky man arose with a smile of rare contentment, threw overheard his cigarette, and ap- preaching tho boiler-room hatch called loudly: "Come out of that" and the President of the Federation of Fresh water Bremen dragged himself wearily out into the dickering lights. He was black and drenched and streaked with sweat: also, he shone with the grease anu oils of the engines while the palms of his hands were covered with painful blisters from unwonted intimate contact witA shoyels and drawbars. It was seen that he winced fearfully as the cowboy twirled the rope end.
 He's got tho makin's of a fair fire man said the stranger, all he wants IS practice
 Then, as the delegation murmured angrily. he held up his hand and. In the ensuing silence. said:
 Boys. the strikes over. MT. Heegan has arbitrated.'