The Guthrie daily leader. [volume] (Guthrie, Okla.) 1893-1996, 1911-09-07

tNng n6T lAluS, ana IMeu nEr White face
lbkas gone. John hurried into the
Mouse, fearing the worst, And yet he
ives unprepared for the change In the
Ihaby's appearance in the few hours
lkince he had played about his knees
lhnd sought to pull bis great fingers
From his hands. He lay upon the pill
Ihpw SO much like withered flower
That John stopped inyoluntarily,
Enough he had meant to take him in
mis- arms.
"Hello, Little Wiggler!" he said,
N breaking voice
fe dropping lids opened and stead
NV /ithemselyes for moment, while
Atl Ice or intelligence and recognition
;s1At would be the fathers last and
III NRrest memory Of his baby boy passed
1Sa@een them. But It was only for
Nffhstant, and as the lids dropped
T4 John saw a mist come from the
puterF corners OF the eyes and gradu-
ally suffuse the pupils The doctor
had touched the Wax-like wrist for a
moment and stood aside helpless AS
khe eyes closed, John looked into the
Roung mans sympathetic face. and
bead the verdict.
+ Little Wiggler was dead
h Somehow presently John, feeling
that 1t was so cruelty unnecessary, this
eacrifice of the life of the innocent.
lght-hearted, affectionate child, was
hitting on the bed with the baby in his
hrms and trying to coax II back to life,
while Jennie knelt on the floor with
her face in the baby's gown and
brooned over 1t broken-heartedly.
y Two days after this great gaunt
figure of man In shop clothes ap-
peared in the office of the Rockport
foundry and Machine Company
Clerks looked at him wonderingly, but
his face was forbidding one, and
shere was, moreover a high light on
It, as Of one who knew whittier he was
going He had passed through the
butter Offices had run the gauntlet of
the high desks in the accounting de
partment and landed by chance in the
rooms Of the secretary Of the Com.
pany.
A Clerk spoke to him
'ESAing for the Assistant Superin
tendfBt, aren't your
s9hat!" gnlped the man absently
and parly walked over the clerk az
he espied sort Of anteroom, and be-
Fond that a door that bore the word
4 President"
qOne side Of this anteroom was o
yN M er room with a young woman
FyIkg before a typewriter. and beside
Noung woman a man stood, with
papers In his hand, and one foot
s & @ chair. debating He was heavy
IN Bsildered, double chinned, with
cached out hair and gray eyes that
we're bright and glistening
The strangers hand was almost on
the knob of the door marked "Presi-
dent" when a stalwart darky inter-
posed himself
sYou CANT see the President" he
remarked. politely but decisively-
so help me God, I viii see him!"
came the answer in voice 50 deep
that II. seemed to originate in the lower
levels of a soul that had sounded the
depths Of human feeling
The man in the little room at the
side had ceased his dietation with the
appearance Of the stranger and now
walked out and accosted him.
81 am Mr.. Collins he said frankly,
'sYou wish to see me? Walk In
He threw open the door of the Pres
idents Office and followed in after his
visitor closing the door again before
the surprised negro. the whites Of
whose eyes were rolling in astonish-
ment
MY names Martin" the stranger
began instantly.
Don't care what your name ls-
said the President bruaaiy but not I'M
kindly. you're one of the strikers,
remember seeing your face about
the works. I'm glad OF the oppor-
tunity TO tell you a few things You
meg have made fools Of yourselves
long enough Yes. don't flare up now
that's all there is TO it, Foolishness
and ignorance explain .this strike
smNe've never made aBT distinction be-
'sNsNasu union nan ana hoh-uilon ,
nan NoNt YOU come in and organize
all the shops. and demand a higher
acale Of wages. recognition of the union
shop committees anu all that sort
. Df thing. practically taking our works
out of our hands aud into yours. Now
lhaf's all there is 10 it. II amt a
huestion of hours with US IT amt a
question Of wages It's question oi
control Of our business. now and az
ways. You are fighting for today. We
are fighting for all the future TX your
onion wins this fight, itn fight again
and again and again. We employers
all feel the same way about it. Might
as well XIII the business at once as 70
choke # to death one year az a time.
That's the lght on our side-Martin,
Won say your name vas
tin tried to speak Sc had come
something himself not to listen
fhis forceful person. with his clear
An snaupv words and his cocEsure
aTner. with an eye that transfixed
Gem and made him mute, was doing
The talking.
That's the fight" the President
went on. we manufacturers are
vtanding together. All our re-
lources are pledged 70 the winning ol
berause II yon win Il our resources
amount 10 nothing
There vas no logic in this, and JOIN
knew n. But the nan was apparently y
accustomed 10 sway by the force Of
viii rather than by the power OF logic
and at the same time the moiders S OWE
prearranged arguments seemed 70 mel
auav before this mind which appeared
~ give OF force ike lump OF ra1lum
Joha was sitting and feeling humol I
.-Ind foriorn and helpless. Meehanicali z
,e was turning his hat IN his hand
ana lust now the crepe bow fresh =
mr. on came uppermost. hrinslns
-..4f.- - his mind trp Trims