The Celina Democrat. (Celina, O. [Ohio]) 1895-1921, 1910-08-12

| Ai'ib'iaoH 10 throw open the BreAl
gates while he ran TO the boiler room
and sent the frccall of the huge siren
whistle shrleking out on the night. The
experiment was only meagorly success
full, Less than a score OF the strikers
answered the call, but these worked
with a win, and the fire was quickly
put out
Tom was under the arc-light at tho
| gates when the volunteers struggled
out He had a word for each mana
word OF appreciation and a plea for
| suspended judgment. Most OF the men
shook their heads despondently. but n
| few OF them promised TO stand on the
side OF law and order. Tom took the
names or the few, and went back TO his
| guard duty with the burden a little
| lightened. But the succeeding night
| there were more attempts at violence,
| three OF them so determined az 20
/ leave no doubt that the crisis was Il
| hand. This was Toms discourag ged
admission when his father came TO re-
lieve him in the morning.
We're about at the end OF the rope"
he said, YEARLY. when Caleb had closed
the door Of the house 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 do. had n
phone wire from Bradley, the sherlff.
last night after you went home He
funked like a boy; said he couldn't
raise a posse In South Tredegar that
Then / wired the governor, and his an
swer came an hour ago. We can have
the soldiers II we make a formal de-
mand for them"
But, Tom, son; you wouldn't do
that" protested Caleb, tremulously.
Let's try TO hold out little spell lon
ger. Buddy. tn be like fire to tow;
there1l be men killed-men that rye
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 a 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 It.
Tom signed the call for help, read It
over methodlcally, and placed it be-
tween dampened sheets in the letter.
press He had pushed the electric but
ton which summoned Stub HelRerson.
when the door opened silently and Jef
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 boy.
He allowed maybe you'aud gimme a
nickel for bringin' hit"
The coin was found and passed. and
the small boy was whooping and yeu-
ing for Helgerson to come and let him
through the gates when Tom tore the
envelope across and read the telegram.
T. was from the Indiana city, and II
was signed by the chairman OF the
Board of Public Works.
Proposals for water pipe have beap
reopened, and your bid Is accented
Wire how soon you can begin to ship
eighteen-inch MAINS" was what 1t said
Tom handed it to his father and stem
per quickly to the telephone. There
was little delay in getting the ear n
the president of the Iron City Nation
al at South Tredegar, and the bound
ing pulsing blood of impatlence made
1t seem interminable.
rs that you, Mr.. Henniker? This is
Gordon at the Chiawassee plant Cor
donia. We have secured that Indian.
contract was telling you about. az
I'll be in to see you on the 10 o'clor.
train. VIII you save FIVE minutes f,r
me7 Thank you. Good-by."
Tom hung the ear-piece on its hook
and turned to face his father
Have you surrounded it?" he laugh
ed, with a little quaver Of excitement
in his voice, which he had been careful |
to master in the announcement to tho
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 whirlings on the
road to fortune. II Caleb Gordon re-
nembered how the miracle had been
he said no word to clench his
and as for Tom-ah, well;
t was not the first time in the history
of the race that the end has served to
Justify the means-to make them
clean and white and spotless, If need
we're.