Arizona republican. [volume] (Phoenix, Ariz.) 1890-1930, 1911-09-05

was gone. John hurried into the
house, fearing the worst. And yet he
was urlprepared for the change in the
baby's appearance IN the few hours
since he had played about his knees
and sought to pull his great fingers
from his hands He lay upon the pill
low so much like withered flower
that John stopped involuntarily.
though he had meant 70 take him in
his arms,
Hello, Little Wiggler," he SAID
with breaking voice.
The dropping lids opened and stead
fed themselves for a moment, while. a
glance Of intelligence and recognition
that would be the fathers last and
dearest memory Of his baby boy passed
between them, But II was only for
an instant, and as the lids dropped
again, John saw mist come from the
outer corners Of the eyes and gradu,
ally suffuse the pupils. The doctor
had touched the wax-like wrist fora
moment aud stood aside helpless. As
the eyes closed, John LOCKED into the
youag MANS sympathetic face, and
Little wiggaef wa Dead,
Somehow presently John, feeling
that it was 90 cruelty inf necessary, this
sacrifice Of the life Of the innocent,
light-heafted, sffectfonate child. yes
sitting on the bed with thebaby In his
arms and.trying to coax X back to life.
while Jennie Bpelts Oh the floor With
her face inEtne baby's gown and
crooned oyer Z 4 hyokea- heartediyb
Twoi6ays affer t1is 3 great, gsunt
figure : Of q man II shop clothes ap-
peared iua the Office of the .Rockpors
Foundry and Machine Company.
Clerks looked at him wonderingly, but
HIS face was a forbidding one, and
there Wis, moreover, high light on
it, as of one who knew whittier he was
going. He had passed through the
outer Offices, had run the gauntlet OF
the high desks in the accounting de-
partnent, and landed by chance In the
rooms of the secretary of the Com
pany. q
A clerk spoke to him.
Looking for the Assistant SuDerin-
tendent. aren't you2"
What" gulped the man absentty.
and nearly walked over the clerk as
he espied a sort Of anteroom. and be-
yond that a door that bore the word
President"
One side of this anteroom was q
smaller room with a young woman
sitting before a typewriter, and beside
the young woman man stood, with
some papers in his hand. and one foot
in a chair, debating. He was heavy
shouldered. double 'chinned, with
bleached out hair and gray eyes that
u-prn bright pnd plictpOinQ
The strangers hand was almost on
the knob of the door marked "Presi-
dent" when a stalWart darby inter
posed himself.
You CANT see the President" he
remarked, politely but decisively.
so help me God, will see himl"
,ame the answer in a voice so deep
hat il seemed to originate in the lower
levels of a soul that had sounded the
lepths of human feeling.
The man in the little room at the
side had ceased his dictation with the
appearance of the stranger, and now
walked out and accosted him.
Il am Mr. Collins" he said frankly.
You wish to see me7 Walk in"
He threw open the door OF the Pres
dents Office and followed IN after his
visitor, closing the door again before
he surprised negro, the whites Of
whose eyes were rolling In astnnist'
mept =
my, names Martin" the stranger
began Instantly, "a
Don't care what Jour name ia
faid the President brusnIy but not un-
Kindly. You're ode Of the strikers.
remember seeing your face about
The works I'm glad OF the oppoE-
UNITY 10 tell you a few things. You
men have made fools of yourselves
long enough. Yes, don't fare up now;
that's all there is TO It. Foolishnes5
and ignorance explain this strike.
We've never made any distinction be-
tween q union man and ron-union
nan. Now you come in and :organfzs
Ill the chops, and demand "a higher
scale Of wages, recognition offhe uufon
shop committees and all : that sort
1f thing, practically taking our works
put OF our hands and into yours. Now
! hats all there ia TO 1T. II amt p
,uestfoneof hours withtus. II amt a
question Of wages. It's a question. OF
control Of our business, now aud. al
ways. You are fighting FOR today. We
are fighting for all the future If'your
inion wins this fight, It'll fight again
sud again and again We employers
all feel thu same way ahoptsit. Might
70 weliskiil the business at, once As TO
.hoke 1t 10 death one yearlat time.
! That's the fight on our side-Msrtin.
| lid yon say your name was"
Martin tried TO speak. He,had couis
10 say something himself. MOTTO listen;
! but this forceful person, with his clear,
crisp, snappy words and his cocksure
manner, with an eye that transf1Hed
| him and made him mute. was doing
the talking. -
That's the fight" the President
went on. I'VE manufacturers are
standing together All our re-
sources are pledged to the winning of
It, because II you win It our resources
amount to nothing"
There was no logic in this, and John
knew Il. But the man was apparently
accustomed TO sway by the force OF
will rather than by the power OF logic,
and at the same time the holders own
prearTanged arguments seemed to melt
| away before this mind which appeared
| TO give of force like lump of radium.
John was sitting and feeling humble
ard forIorn and helpless. Mechanically
| hs was turning his hat in his hand,
and just now the crepe bow freshly
put on scame uppermost.' bringing
! prominently to his mind the thing
! which had really in these two days
! Usyer actually left his thoughts for q