The labor world. [volume] (Duluth, Minn.) 1896-current, 1911-09-16
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form mighty third, lies the Steel
City. To see it you must journey
by night along it's rivers, whose vel
low, placid waters, rejecting the lights
of hundred steamers, seem field Of
gold incrusted with diamonds, rubies
and emeralds. Mile after mile you
pass by mills, mills, mills-nothing but
mills-magnif1cent monuments to the
inventive and adaptive genius of man.
Thousands Of black faced, muscular
Titans rush hither and thither, swift,
method1cal, earnest, single purposed.
But even this powerful army, levied
from the worlds strongest, is pygmy
like beside the marvellous mechanism,
which works, seemingly, of it's own
will, unerring, unfaltering, unceasing
irresistible. Rivers Of molten metal
flow beneath your gaze. Massive in
gots Of white hot iron, beyond the
strength Of men to lift, ,swing easily
on the cranes from cast to car. Fiery
serpents Of steel writhe and plunge as
though obsessed by the spirit of hell
that broods over the smithy Of the
world. This Is the Steel City. ;.
p. He was standing at the window in
one Of the city's bleakest tenements, a
ragged, dirty faced boy. In the years
he remembered of his ten he had
known no other surroundings. OF
what went before he knew-was to
know-nothing. From without came
the sound Of shutting, uncertain foot
steps. He turned in an attitude Of sui
len expectancy.
IF he lieks me again IM run away."
he muttered. The faded drudge who
shared the room with him nodded
hopelessly.
The door opened and the relic of
what had once been a man entered.
my felish'tashuns, chenille parner 4
my jhoysh an shorrowsh," he ad-
dressed the woman In drunken irony.
"Wha've y got t. eat7''
Nothing"
can why not, faithful Penei'pe? I'll
have you know I'm hungry. Woman,
I'm hungry! Why notT'
mo money" answered the woman
hstlessly, hopelessly.
mo money!? That Femiush me.
Where'sh that Bob7 Oh, there y'ane, y
httle devil. You got ny money!"
How'd get any naoney?' demand
ed the boy sullenly. H.
beg it-shteal it-it'sh all one tine. l."
"Ain't beggar, amt a thief said
he boy doggedly.
In sudden unexpected movement
the drunken man lnTched toward the
boy and with one hand seized him by
the collar and with the other picked
up a stout stick. For time Bob sub
united to the beating in stole silence,
horrible in such mite Of humanity,
devoting his energies to the unsuc-
cessful effort to dodge the descending
stick until blow of unusual force
eell upon his shoulder. Then his dirty
face was distorted with pain and hate.
His clinched lips parted in the shrill
scream Of wounded tiger cub. Quick
as a thought he seized the hand that
grasped the stick and buried his teeth
In the flesh until they met the bone.
Uttering a howl, the drunken brute
dropped to the floor, rolling in agony.
The boy darted through the door, pull
ed up a loose board in the hall and
drew out the sum total Of his worldly
wealth-a single dime. Then his flight
was resumed. 81
He cid not cease running untn the
tumbledown tenement district was fal
behind him. Then he set hts face TO.
ward the downtown business section.
A portly gentleman Of good natu1ed
] aspect came toward him. The boy
boldly accosted him. -. 1919 4
Say, mister, where can I buy some
papers? p IT, 49, ~ II. =a#
''I've no money for you," answered
the gentleman impatiently. y
Don't want any money. Got an
q want" the boy said sturdily.
The gentleman laughed. That's more
than have, my youthful Croesus
Press Office, Fifth. avenue, three block,
down" #. sss
md the boy trudged prayelz- on hi