Arizona republican., 1911-08-24

humorsdly. digging the last bit Of sleep
out OF his blue eye with a round, soft
flst.
ft was seven months since a brewery
wagon. laundering recklessly round q
corner, had left Tommy stretched on
the pavement With the muscles almost
torn out of his sturdy legs.
The father sat down at the head Of
the table and emptied half hlc steam.
Ing coffee into the saucer. The wife
was sitting quietly yet, hand on the
baby's restless fingers.
I'VE used to say grace. john" she
said.
I'VE did used to. didn's WEI" he an
swered in surprised sort OF way, as
he helped himself TO the stew and
passed 1t to his wife.
When the meal was half over q
freckle-faced boy Of ten or twelve
years catapulted into the room.
Hello, 9 Dad" he conceded, famil.
iarly. as his beaming face appeared
above yawning plate.
Where you been, Jack?" asked the
father, viewing approvingly the skill
with which his eldest born was spear
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| plate. to Immediately smother them in
3 deluge Of stew.
"Playin' up in tn lot" gurgled the
boy between mouthfuls.
| After supper John sat reading the
evening paper till Tomm!e fell asleep
on his arm.
We'll. look at that, john" Jennie
said. 1.-THE darling,"
The father took up the boy and ten
derby placed him on the pallet which
| the wife swiftly made in the inner
room. The baby was already asleep
in the bed beyond. The fathers gaze
shifted from the boy to the baby and
| back again to where the favored leg
in its plaster mold was placed care
fully.
"Thirty-fve dollars, you said?" he
asked.
Yes, John" she answered softly,
nesting closer to the tall frame OF her
big husband. For a moment the soft
ness Of a recognized emotion EMBODIED
them, and then slowly passed away.
A ring at the door bell broke In
rudely. 1t was Joe Sturtevant come
in on the way home from a union
meeting, to renew the argument. After
some talk John burst out impatiently
with:
but We owe some loyalty to the
men that give US work and pay us
wages, and l don't like to sign 1t all
away to tho union"
Joe smiled, grim, superior sort OF
smile.
THE loyalty's tie other way round"
be said; the employer owes his 10y
atty to us who take his wages and run
his mills and make his profits for him.
Your loyalty" he continued, rising for
one Of his ringing pcrorations, is TO
your molders' local, and through that
to the International and the american
Federation, and to every last rag of
a union labor charter in ell the world
and right there Il stops"
Joe smote the table with the palm
Of bis broad hand.
Stops where?" asked John.
With the union labor charter" re-
piled Joe fatty.
You mean that I do not owe any
fealty to the labor because IL Is labor,
but only to union labor?"
That's exactly what 7 mean. The
non-union man is q greater enemy Of
labor than the most oppressive en-
ployer. The employer Is battling with
conditions, and l haven't got thing
against him as long as he fights fair.
It's him and me for It. But the non
union man IS today helping himself
to conditions that the union man has
suffered and is suffering to create.
That's why hate scab so. Hes the
meanest traitor on earth. He's got
Benedict Arnold and Judas Iseariot
skinned a mile. 4 sca5 Is such a
yarmint that-that, why, honest, John,
I'm a peaceable man, AID you know
It. amt never hit man in my life,
but when / think about a-a-one Of
them things, well, say, 1 think if l
was to run up against one Of them
kind of fellows when a strike was on
I'd try to hurt him. No use arguing
with 'em. There's nothing to do but
smash EN-"
joss eyes flashed and his red face
turned purple in the intensity of his
feeling. AS he finished, John said in
that deep, steady voice OF his:
Then # a strike is ordered, and
keep on working, you'll call me a scab;
and then, suppose, you will smash
me-"
Joe shook his head in horror.
"Jackl" he exclaimed, for Gods
sake don't ever call yourself that
namel" And turning. lie started for
the door so abruptly that he reached
1t ard let himself out before either
John or his wife could reach It.
These unions are awful things,
making trouble between the men and
heir employers. and between friends
and friends" commented Jennie.
That's what they are" affirmed
John. Trouble breeders, and nothing
else"
One day John Martin stood at the
cottage door, his dinner bucket on his
arm. Jennie had taken her hands out
Of the dish-water and wiped them on
her apron. She touched with her
still damp fingers the furnace tan of
hts cheeks. He stopped and pressed
her lips. She stood looking into the
depths OF his serious eyes, but said
nothing. There was nothing to say.
Each bad done talking. For weeks
and weeks. for nights and days. they
had talked OF nothing, thought OF
nothing, but this morning. And now
the morning had come-John put his
dinner bucket down on the step and
struck a match. humping his shoulders
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