Arizona republican., 1911-08-27

Aal4OudI 10 neip my COmrade, MT Mckichnie. wit dis strike"
 Tees, ' growled John. indifferently
 Good" exclaimed the German Then, with Q sudden and complete change of manner: Den let us be friends, yes. Sit down by me on deI table. Der wife, too Let us talk"
 Despite the handicap of his accent and a coclIsureness that was often. sive, the German proved by far the most telling reasoner to whom John had listened.
 And so l say. Comradt Martin" he finally concluded dat you are doing de sacredt cause of labor a very great wrong by not joining der union"
 And while John, carried a tit down stream by the rush of the argument, was feeling for his footing, Stockdale, the Englishman. growled suddenly:
 Every lick you work Is a stab in your own guts They won't need you tomorrow. They got scabs enough down there now. Four carloads were sneaked into the works tonight from Chicago"
 One of the Swodcs arose impatiently, undoubling his huge frame in the cen ter of the rOonf with the numbering movements of a polar bear-move- ments that were as suggestive of terri ble strength as his great height; for, notwithstanding his stOoping carriage. he looked level into the eyes of Mar tin, who was very tall His glance was an ugly one, the menace of it un- mistakable
 "Ay tank ay bane gawn to keel he lnt I- l, ~,s significantly, threateningly, closing and unclosinG the great bony fingers with an action suggestive of the grip of an automatic car coupler.
 "Yes," said John casually. blowing a cloud of smoke full in the unpleas- ant face before him.
 The Swede famed the smoke away with q sweep of his hand and took a menacing forward step but his eyes wandered Hoffman saw that his myrmidon had been outnerved and must attack or wilt before the un- shrinking gaze of the man they were trying to bully.
 We go. ComTadt Martin" he said, motioning the Swedes 10 the door. Stockdale followed, with McKichnie coming next. The ScotChman laid a hand on Martins shoulder.
 Think it over mon," he said; think it over"
 John liked McKichnie.
 Great God, Mac" he answered, "I don't think of anything else"
 But the shrewd Hoffman addressed his last words to Jennie:
 Too bad. ain'dt it," he said, holding toward the SwedeS and Stockdale. Thinking comes hard for dem. Der only argument dey know is a kick in der face. Ve have a hard time con- trolling dem. always"
 Ugh" Jennie shuddered, with a grimace and shrug of her shoulders, as she heard the door close.
 They can't bluff me-" was Johns stolid comment. They got to con Uince me"
 Jennie went over and put her arms around his neck.
 Didn't that man come near to con- vincing you tonight" she asked ear nestly.
 He was nearer to it than any of 'em have been-any except little Jack"
 Ut does seem like we're doing some thing kind of mean, don't it?" she in a far-away, reflective kind of voice, "to be working when all the others are fighting for what's for the good of all of us"
 John started as If he had been stabbed.
 "You?" he asked abruptly.
 "I begin to wonder" she replied calmly. You ain't mad, are you, John?"
 "I have a right to work" he said presently.
 Considered by itself, yes" she re- piled. You have right to work, as an individual, but are you an indi- vidnal? Is there such a thing as an now? Isn't the union the individual, and aren't you merely a rebellious hand or foot. finger or toe?'
 John had another fit of silence.
 "Thirty-fve dollars!" he said finally. Would we have to pay for that all at once, or could we pay for it three dollars or so a week?"
 "We would have to pay half of it down. the doctor said" she replied.
 .
 Next morning when John Martin went to work he had almost more to struggle against inside than outside, and as for the struggle on the outside. It was fierce enough. He came little short of having to fight his way Into the shop. but he did if, resolutely. almost to savageness.
 The foundry was full of strange men, scores and scores of them e-breakers, he knew without be- ing told Hsrd-featured. ;hard-spoken men, they were. who yelled to one an other gibes and coarse jokes. as they worked. and generally set at nought he discipline of the shop. but many were skilled holders, and they put the work forward with such fine show of progress that the foremen made no protest.
 John was feeling irritated and sore because the logic of the situation seemed gradually going against him. and from every angle, in- cluding wife and boy. he felt his own being Overborne. To make matters worse, the foreman came by with one of the new men in tow and said:
 This man will help you"
 He was of medium size with close cropped iron-gray hair and a scared face that appeared es if it might have been peeled. His eyes were hard and blue, and one lid dropped like broken wing, giving a piratical look to his countenace.