Dakota farmers' leader. (Canton, S.D.) 1890-19??, 1911-03-24

be shown the man who had thrown
the last rock.
From the real came the voice Of the
engineer, who did not understand San
ders' fall or the situation: Are you
going to leave the shaft-house, Nc
Carthy?"
There was no instant's hesitation in
his reply: ITO hell with the shaft
house and the minei I'm going to
find the man that did this, and kill
him, BY God, I'll kill HIM" he roar.
ed, as he went his a
AS he charged through the awed and
terror-stricken mob and out past the
~concealing corner of the blacksmith
shop in his futile search of hate, he
came into view of his house on the
hillside.
The agonized scream of a woman
rent the air and attracted his atten-
ton. His wife had seen him at last,
and had seen in his arms h little fig
ure. Suddenly, and in view of all
hose who looked UP from below, she
tottered and fell her length on the
veranda.
Mccarthy paused in his march. then
turned and gazed at those around him.
Gazed ~unspeakingly. The furious
blaze died out of his eyes and sanity
returned, leaving stamped on his race
a look of bitter, uncompromising sor-
row and accusation.
Steadily and with no backward look
at either the mob he had fought or
the plant he had protected, he strobe
z A. l,ll,,In r thnp Stnn1 Gi1nnf
and abashed. as though rooted to the
spot, they saw him disappear into the
darkness of the doorway. Saw him re-
turn, and. still without looking In their
direction, gather tenderly in his arms
the unconscious form of his wife.
Then, as If to shut them out from
sanctity, the door closed, white and
unblinking in the sunlight; and they.
shame-Stricken, without word OK
mouth or thought of further violence,
and as If directed by one impulse.
went slowly down the road.
When night came the moon gleam-
ed whitedly down through the tama-
racks and pines and made OF the ST.
lent, ungainly buildings castles of rare
design.
Their was a knock at the cabin on
the hill, the door was thrown widely
open, and the giant form of the a
ager was outlined within It, as though
framed in silhouette. Without speech
or salutation he confronted the score
of men below.
From where they stood they could
see, in the light shining within the
room, a cot on which lay a little ban.
daged figure, around which there
moved solicitously a woman and a
bearded man whom they recognized
as the camp surgeon.
They stood nervously twisting their
hats in their hands, as If bereft OF
speech. There was something of lone
illness and accusation in that silent,
immovable bulk in the doorway, plant
ed there as though Indifferent to fear
or favor
The g~ray-haired spokesman, after
the quietude had seemed prolonged
into ages, wetted his parched lips and
said: We've come, sir, to find out
how Sanders is?"
The man in the doorway answered
softly: The doctor says he Will live.
thank Cod" And 1t was a prayer ne
gave, of untold thankfulness, which
found an echo in the hearts OF the
men before him. He said no more,
evidently believing that speech was
useless and the world contained moth
ing further to talk about.
The men shifted from n foot to
the other in speechless embarrass-
ment, and then, as having relieved
their minds, turned to go. The som
bre figure still stood m~otionless in the
doorway.
ooh, by the way" said the gray
haired spokesman, as if remembering
| something which had escaped his
I'VE, as a committee from all
the miners, come to tell you that the
strike. was unanimously declared of
tonight"
And so they left him, standing colos.
sal and silent, in the doorway OF h1s
home.