The Owosso times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1897-1926, 1909-12-24
The Battle
! Cleveland MOffett
Copyright. 1909. by G. w.
Dillingham; 60.
CONTINUED
CHAPTER XVI.

~vEE Moran apartment nau III
dergone still another change
I'LL IT was an office now. brilliant
~ ~ lighted, for Haggletoni
suggestion that the two windows fac
ing the East river should be Joined
into one large observation window had
been carried out. Jenny's little room
had been turned into a private Of
fee" The hall door had been removed
to make place for one Of ground glass
ON which was painted In large black
letters. East Side Associated Bake
shops" The fiat across the hall had
been rented for living purposes.
Joe Caffrey had learned type.
writing with gratifying celebrity and
turned out to be most satisfactory
speller. Moran alone remained unrec-
onciled. watching with growing hos
tility the phenomenal rise Of this man
Jackson.
Jenny's disappearance had been a
terrible blow to Moran. He had no
delusion about the life to which she
had returned and In his unreasoning
hostility to society ascribed this. too.
to the curse of capitalism. Philip, too,
worried great deal over Jenny.
.
One afternoon Moran. simply but
neatly dressed. was working at his
desk and grumbling at his work, as
was his won't Joe. seated at the type
writer. was ticking out letters.
"Say. Moran" he observed, whats
the use Of being a@kieker?"
I'D rather be kicker than quit
ter" was the significant answer.
Meaning me?"
"Yes. you. You used to call yourself
n Socialist. Yahv'
"That was when I was broke. l
wanted to divide. Now I've got some
thing. and. say-no dividing for me-!
Hello" Joe exclaimed as he glanced
at the morning paper, "here is my old
friend Haggleton again! His yacht
has passed Gibraltar"
Curse him. growled Moran. 81
hate him.
"Ah. shut off the hot air. What has
John j. ever done to you?"
Moran wheeled around.
What has he done to me-" he
snarled. Gle ruined my little business
out west and made me q common la
borer. He killed my wife in his rotten
tenement with consumption, he killed
Jenny's husband with his railroads,
and he has sent Jenny out into the
You make me tired. Moran. If a
man has the collie in this tenement
they blame it on Haggleton."
Haggleton entered, followed by Gen.
tie
The head Of the east side bakery
trust sat down at his desk. saying to
Gentle:
~ will be with you in moment.
Go into the private Office"
True to his resolution, the old diver
now kept in daily touch with Haggle-
ton and his son. The millionaire un-
aerstood his motive perfectly. but new
er betrayed the slightest impotence or
irritation.
Haggleton glanced at the morning
paper.
Hello" he said, another model tene
ment fails to pay expenses. Tenants
store their coal in the porcelain bath
tubs. Here, Joe, show that to Mr..
Gentle. No; wait. I'll do 1t myself"
He disappeared.
Moran closed his ledger, opened one
of the drawers Of his desk and took
from 1t revolver. Joe. looking over
his shoulder, was taken aback.
What have you got that gun for?'
persisted Joe.
Nothing"
Moran put the pistol back into the
drawer.
"You have been playing with that
gun for years. Moran" said Joe.
whats the use? You would never
dare to use it. You are q milk and
water anarchist. Why don't you get
a bunch of firecrackers? They make
more noise for less money"
II am a fool" Moran announced
gloomily. II had no business to take
this job"
"Well, then, why did you take it"
II was out of work. wanted to help
Jenny. Never mind what she has been.
She is my daughter. She's all I have
got, and now she's gone. have lost
her."
Two tears rolled slowly down his
dabby cheeks.
Joe was touched. He felt sincerely
sorry, but, after the manner Of his
Kind, ashamed Of this 'softness." So
he replied airily:
Jenny will turn up all right"
Despair distorted the old mans fea-
turcs.
where will she turn up? he asked,
in an agony of apprehension. what
Is she doing nowT"
You've got a rank philosophy
CALCULATED Joe. Whatever is is wrong.
That's the way you dopeit out. Say.
you'd better get busy and mail those
letters Mr.. Jackson has signed or you'll
lose this job you are so ashamed Of"
: Moran obediently put on his coat
and hat, took up pile Of correspond
snce which Joe had meanwhile stamp
I'd with lightning rapidity and walked