The San Juan islander. [volume] (Friday Harbor, Wash.) 1898-1914, 1910-12-09

! the SUICIDAL process or turning MS
available assets into ammunition fot
the fighting of battle which could
have but one possible outcome.
Strike breakers were imported at
fabulous expense Armed guards under
pay swarmed at the valley foot, add
around the company's property else
whore. BY hook or crook the foundries
were kept going, turning out water
pipe for which there was no market.
and which. owing to the disturbances
which were promptly made an excuse
by the railway company, could not be
moved out Of the Chiawassee yard.
Later, whom the striking workmen
began to grow hungry, riot, arson and
bloodshed were nightly occurrences. A
charging Of coal mined under the
greatest difficulties. was conveyed to
the coke yards. only to be destroyed
and half Of the ovens with it-by dy-
Mantle cunningly blackened and drop
ped into tho chargings. For want Of
fuel. the furnace went out Of blast, but
with tho small store Of coke remaining
in the foundry yards the pipe pits
were kept at work. BY this time the
promoter president was little better
than a mailman. fighting like . be.-
| serker. and breeding q certain awed re-
spect in the comment Of those who had
hitherto held him only a. q shrewd
| schemer.
And Thomas Jefferson: how did this
return to primordial chaos. brought
| about in no uncertain sense by his
| own premeditated act, affect him? Only
man quite lost to all promptings of
the grace that saves and softens could
| look unmoved on the burnings and
riotings, the cruel wastings and the
bloodlettings, one would say.
When he was not galloping Saladin
afar In the country roads to the land
ward side Of Paradise. Tom Gordon
was idling purposefully in the Leban III
forests, with the fowling- piece under
his arm and Japhets Pettigrass'
dog trotting soberly at heel. as care
free, to all appearances as a school-
boy home for a holiday.
| It was on an evening a fortnight
after the furnace had gone out Of blast
for lack Of fuel that Caleb followed his
son out on the veranda- The Indian
summer was still at its best, and since
the early frosts there had been a re-
| turn Of dry weather and mild tempera-
lures. with warm. soft nights when the
blue haze seemed to hold all objects in
suspension.
Tom had pushed out a chair for his
father. when he suddenly became aware
that the still air was once more thrum-
ming and murmuring to the familiar
orb and sigh Of the great furnace
blowing engines. He started up quick
~.
Whats that?" ne demanded. Sure
T, ly they haven't blown in again?"
| Caleb nodded assent.
| II reckon SO. Colonel Duxbury al
lowed to me this mornin' that he was
about out O. the woods-in spite Of
you. he said: as If you'd been the one
that was doin' him up
| but he can't bel" exclaimed Tom.
so earnestly and definitely that the
mask fell away and the father was no
| longer deceived.
I'm only tellin' you what he allowed
to me, son. I reckoned he was about
all in, quite spell ago; but you can't
| tell nothing by what you see-when
IT'S Colonel Duxbury. He got two car
loads o. new men to-day. and he's
shippin' Pocahontas coke. and gettin'
| 1t here, too"
| You feazed me little at first. but
/ think I know now what has happen
| ed"
Caleb took time to let the remark
| sink In. 1t carried differences.
Buddy. been suspectin' for good
while back that you know more about
this sudden smash-up than you've let
on. Do your"
Il know all about it." was the quiet
rejoinder.
|
Tom held up his hand for silence. A
man had let himself In at the roadway
gate and was walking rapidly up the
and after a few hurried words In pri-
vate with Tom. he went az he had
come, declining Caleb's invitation to
| stay.
When the gate latch clicked at Nor
mans outgoing. Tom had risen and
| was knocking the ash from his pipe
and buttoning his coat.
Il was admitting that I knew" he
said. Il can tell you more now that I
could moment ago. because the time
for which have been waiting has
come. You remarked that you thought
the Farleys were at the end Of their
| rope. They were not until to-day, but
to-day they are. Every piece Of prop
erty they have. including warwick
Lodge. IL mortgaged to the hilt, and
this afternoon Colonel Duxbury put
his Chiawassee stock into Henniker's
hands az security for Z Anal loan-so
Norman tells me. Perhaps II would In
tercst you tribe to know something
about the figure at which Hsnnilker
accepted It"
It would, for TACT, Buddy"