Elk City mining news. (Elk City, Idaho) 1903-1913, 1911-03-16

lou mustn't be too hard on thu
men, Buddy. They've been mighty pa
tent"
III 1 could do what I'd like to, I'd
nre the last man of them. 1t makes
me savage to have them turn up and
knock us on the head after we've been
sweating blood to pull through Have
you seen Ludlow"
Yes; I saw him last night He's
right ugly; swore he wouldn't raise a
hand even If the boys took kerosene
and dynamite to u.s.
We'll, If they do, he'll be the first
man to pay for it," said Tom; and he
LETT the office and the house to make
the round of the guarded gates.
Ludlow was as good as his word On
the night following the day of sus-
pense an attempt was made to wreck
the inclined railway running from the
mines on Lebanon to the coke yard
1t was happily frustrated; but when
Tom and his handful Of guards got
back to the foot of the hill they found
/ a fire started in a pile of wooden TASKS
heaped against the end of the foundry
building.
The fire was easily extinguishable
by willing hand or two, but Tom
tried an experiment. Steam had been
kept up in single battery of boilers
against emergencies, and he directed
Helgerson to throw open the great
gates while he ran to the boiler room
and sent the firecall OF the huge siren
whistle shrieking out on the night. The
experiment was only meagerly success
full. Less than score of the strikers
answered the call. but these worked
with will. and the fire was quickly
put out.
Tom was under the arc-light at the
gates when the volunteers struggled
out. He had word for each mana
word of appreciation and a plea for
suspended judgment. Most OF the men
shook their heads despondently. but a
few of them promised to stand on the
| side of law and order. Tom took the
names OF 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 as 10
leave no doubt that the crisis was IT
hand. This was Toms discouraged
| admission when his father came to re-
lieve him in the morning.
Were about at the end of the rope"
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 nv
feet for sleep, and I know you are. 1
know what I'm going to do. l had a
phone wire from Bradley, the sheriff.
last night after you went home He
ha
raise posse in South Tredegar that
would serve against striking workmen.
Then wired the governor, and his an
swer came an hour ago. We can have
the soldiers If we make formal de-
mand for them"
but, Tom. son; you wouldn't do
that" protested Caleb, TREMENDOUSLY.
Let's try to hold out little spell lon
ger Buddy. It'll be like fire to tow;
there'll be men killed-men that I've
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 sally on
the inclined railway, and one of them
had scored his arm. If the rioters
needed the strong hand to curb them
they should have it,
Tom signed the call for help, read 1t
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
well; 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'alld gimme a
nickel for bringin' hit"
The coin was found and passed and
the small boy was whooping and Yell
ing for Helgerson to come and let him
through the gates when Tom tore the
envelope across and read the telegram.
1t was from the Indiana city, and It
was signed by the chairman of the
Board OF Public Works.
Proposals for water pipe have been
reopened, and your bid Is accepted.
Wire how soon you can begin to ship
eighteen-inch MAINS" was what 1t said.
Tom handed 1t to his father and step
per quickly to the telephone. There
was q little delay in getting the ear CT
the president OF the Iron City Nation
al at South Tredegar, and the bound
ing, pulsing blood of Impotence made
It seem interminable.
'Is that you. Mr.. Henniker? This is
Gordon at the Chiawassee plant, Cor
donna We have secured that Indiana
contract l was telling you about, and
I'll be in to see you on the 10 o'clock