Ladysmith news-budget. [volume] (Ladysmith, Rusk County, Wis.) 1907-1927, 1910-08-05

dogs. from the group or pOrtlclans,
as Billy Shevlin shouldered his way
i forward and thrust his unshaven face
close to the district leaders bristling
gray mustache, IF you're the new
/ Leader you're rootin' for, let me put
] you wise to somethin': You'll go to
the primaries straight from the hos
! pital, an with your shyster mug in
! sling. Fer, if hear another peep out
| of you. roastin' the Boss, I'll knock
/ you from under your hat, and push
/ your ugly face in till your back teeta
bend. You take the Boss's job?
/ Cheei It's to ha-ha! Go chase your
self fore chase you SO far you'll
discover new street. You'd back
track Mister Conover, would you'se?
| Why if you go round Granite spread
in idees Of that kind in your own pin
| head brain, I'll sure be c'mpelled to
| do all sorts of things to you. An
when I'm finished with you the Staatz
| family'll be able to indulge in that al
| loorin' pastime called Put Papa To
gether!' You fer Leader. Ell? Say!
I'm f1atterin' you a whole heap when
7 call YOU"
"Let him alone, Billy" interviewed
| Bourke, as the startled Staatz backed
/ toward the wall, ever followed by
that belligerent blue-jawed little face
so close to his own-'let him alone.
| He's talking straight. | for one
''You for one" sounded sneering
voice from the dressing-room doorway
behind them, you for one, friend
Bourke, were starving on the street
when | took you in and fed you and
got your kids out Of the Protectory
and gave you a job"
At the first word the mumbled as
sent to Staatz's and Bourkes opinion
| that had welled up in dozen threats,
| died into a scared silence.
"You for another, 'Dolphe Staatz,"
went on Caleb, still standing on the
| threshold and viewing the group OF
/ malcontents with cold disgust.
| "You were on the road to the pen
| for knowing too much about that
queer paper joint on Willow Street,
when 1 got the indictment quashed
and squared things with the district
attorney and put you on your feet
Game" turning to the Stars edi
| tor, 81 think | heard you agreeing
among the rest, didn't |, hey? Ditf'rnt
sound from the kind you made when
you come to me twelve years ago and
cried and said the Star was all in
and would save you from going bank
rupt by taking it over? And there's
| plenty more of you here with the
same sort of story to tell"
| He strobe forward and was among
| them, forcing one after another to
meet his eye dominating by his very
| presence the men who had sought to
| dethrone MIN. In his hour of stress
| all the old power, the splendid ruler
ship of men, surged back upon the
Railroader. He stood a king amid
| awestruck serfs, a stern schoolmaster
| among a naughty band of scared chill
| dren.
sSome one spoke about being tired
of wearing my collar" he said. is
| there a man here who put on that
collar against his will, or man who
! didn't beg for it? Is there man
| who hasn't profited by it? A man who
| hasn't risen as | have risen and ben
| Gifted when l benefited? Don't stand
there, mumchance, like lot of dago
| section-hands! You were, ready
enough to speak before I came in.
Why aren't you, now? Is it because
| you're so sorry for this poor, broken
| old man, who talks too much and
| amt fit to run the Machine any longer,
| Ell? Spit it out, Staatz! If you're
| qualifying for my shoes you got to
learn to look less like whipped pup
py when you're spoke to. Stand up
and state your grievance like man,
| you Dutch crook that | lifted out OF
| jail You, too, Bourkei Where's
| your tongue? And all the rest OF you
| that was on the point of choosing a
| new Leader"
No one answered. The Boss's in
/ stinct power rather than his mere
words held them sulky and dumb.
| Over each was creeping the old sub
servience to the peerless will that had
Sc long shaped the Mountain States
/ destinies and theirs.
II talk too much, eh?" Knocked Con-
over well, to prove that's so, I'm
going to give you ours little Sunday
scboo talk right now. You say | cut
ont the old methods. this campaign.