The Plymouth tribune. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1901-1911, 1910-09-01

lightened. But the succeeding night
there were more attempts at violence.
three of them so determined as 10
leave no doubt that the crisis was II
hand. This was Toms discouraged
admission when his father came to re-
lieve him in the morning.
We're about at the end of the rope"
he said, wearily, when Caleb had closed
the door of the Lighthouse yard office
behind him. The two Helgersons are
played out, and neither of us can stand
this strain for another twenty-four
hours. I'm just about dead on my
feet for sleep, and l know you are.
know what I'm going to co. had n
phone wire from Bradley, the sheriff,
last night after you went home. He
funked like a boy: said he couldn't
raise a posse in South Tredegar that
would serve against striking workmen.
Then 1 wired the governor. and his an
swer came an hour ago. We can have
the soldiers If we make a formal de-
mand for them"
But, Tom, son; you wouldn't do
that" protested Caleb, TREMENDOUSLY.
Lets try to hold out little spell lon
ger, Buddy. It'll be like fire to tow:
known since they were boys: men
killed, and women made widders. Tom.
I've seen enough of war to last me-"
Il know" said Tom. None the less.
he found telegraph blank and began
to write the message. There had been
shots fired in the night. In a sally on
the inclined railway. and one of them
had scored his arm. II the rioters
needed the strong hand to curb them.
they should have il.
Tom signed the call for help, read IL
over methodically. and placed 1t be-
tween dampened sheets in the letter
press. He had pushed the electric but
ton which Summoned Stub Helgerson
when the door opened silently and JEFF
Ludlow's boy thrust face and hand
through the aperture.
We'll: what is it?" demanded Tom
more sharply than he meant to. The
strain was beginning to tell on his
nerves.
Hits a letter for you-all from Mr..
Stamford at the dee-po," said the bow.
He allowed maybe you'alrd gimme a
nickel for bringin' hit"
The coin was found and passed. and
the small boy was whooping and veil
through the gates when Tom tore the
envelope across and read the telegram.
!. was from the Indiana city, and II
was signed by the chairman of the
Board az Public Works
Proposals for water-pipe have hoo,
reopened. and your bid is accented
Wire how soon you can begin to shin
eighteen-inch MAINS" was what IL said
ha nd 70 III g.,
per quickly to the telephone. There
was a little delay in getting the ear RI
the president of the Iron CITY Nation
al at South Tredegar. and the bound
ing. pulsing blood of impatience mada
il seem interminable.
rs that you. Mr.. Henniker? This Is
Gordon at the Chiawassee plant Cor
donia. We have secured that Indiana
contract l was telling you about, and
I'll be in to see you on the 10 o'clock
train. VIII you save five minutes for
me? Thank you. Good-by"
Tom hung the ear-piece on its hook
and turned TO face his father.
Have you surrounded it 2" he laugh.
ed. with a little quaver of excitement
in his voice. which he had been careful
TO master In the announcement to the
bank president. I'VE live. pappy; we
live and win! Get word to the men to
come up here at o'clock for their pay.
Tell them we blow In again to-mor-
row, and they can all come back to
work and no questions asked"
In gladstone easing of the strain were
the wheels OF Chiawassee Consolidat-
ed oiled to their new WRITINGS on the
road to fortune. II Caleb Gordon re-
membered how the miracle had been
wrought. he said no word to clench his
disapproval; and as for Tom-ah, well:
1t was not the first time in the history
OF the race that the end has served 10
justify the means-to make them
clean and white and spotless, If need
were.