The daily Gate City. [volume] (Keokuk, Iowa) 1855-1916, 1912-01-05

you. 1t prevents those frequent head
aches, and keeps you up, out of bed,
feeling fresh and happy. Try Cardui
doorstep and was standing on the
bricks watching him.
"Scab!" yelled a woman across the
street.
The taunt was aimed at Jennie. She
flushed and stepped inside the door.
John looked at the woman, Inundated,
angry.
"scab!s yelled = boy a. the corner.
The epithet pointed at him this
time. He flushed and turned about.
"Scab!' yelled the boy again.
John compressed his lips tightly
and walked doggedly to the car. There
WAS knot Of men at the corner where
he got OF, fellow workmen OF his,
some OF whom he knew personally.
and with whom he had always been
populsr. He nodded to them. His ac-
Quaintances received his greeting WITH
blank silence, and stared at him az he
passed, amazed at the impudence o.:
such a creature daring to address re-
spectacle working men. The strangers
IN the crowd muttered hastily. In
front OF the factory the way was
blocked by the throng. On one corner
McKichnie, the organizer. was making
a speech.
Hurrying toward the foundry, John
was confronted at the very gates by
Joe Sturtevant His usually red face
was drawn and pale, as, with mingled
love and horror he muttered hoarsely,
joint" Then he stood still, gazing
up intently into the face Of his friend.
Martin felt the mans eyes searching
like tentacles feeling into the depths
OF his very soul. 1t angered him.
What right had any man to search his
soul?
Well" be said snesringly, almost
harshiy. why don't you smash me II
the face?"
Great Cod" Joe guIped softiy, and
skunk away IN the crowd, like beaten
man.
John Martin stalked into the min,
Hereby, but there was little sinking
spot IN his heart, kind Of m;sgiv,Rg.
What made me mean to Joe, IL r'r
SO sure I'm right" was the ouest1o,
he asked himself. But In q mcmsat
he remembered how the impudens
Mrs. Letsinsky had called his YjSc
"scab" half hour before, ard M
heart hardened.
"Cattle!" he growled hetwssn IN
teeth. TIL bet It's the o.iiy HNei1n
word she knows"
The emptiness Of the great she6s
was oppressive.
Forty out Of four hundred" wcx
whispered round. at noon.
Only forty ou. OF four hundred
that's got sense and the courage az
their convictions" declared John re-
fectively. as he planted his stSon<.
clean teeth In the corner Of q srnG
witch and left 1t looking as though Is
had been bitten by a steam SHOWED.
But his remark provoked only arllsu,
mumbled comment. save for one lnah,
who spoke up loudly. almost ,ash1r:
That's right, partner" said ths
man, with a swagger. as he fel1 u
cursing the labor unions Aftsrward
John learned that he was union spy.
At four thirty they took off q small
heat In the foundry. John was fortu.
nate in getting the first iron. As
quickly as possible he threw of his
copes and hurried out.
A chorus OF jeers and hoarse, Insult.
ing cries assaiIed him as he left ths
foundry doors. Instantly group OF
the cooler heads surrounded and
sought to argue with him.
TITS no use, boys" he said faS1y.
looking on over their heada. Then ons
came up outside the circle, a d-faced.
excited man, who, reaching over the
shoulder Of another. shook his fist II,
his face, and Missed through clenched
teeth:
you seab: You dirty scab,"
The man was Joe Sturtevant.
John felt relieved when his car
came. The motornlan started up sav.
agely, making him lu-ch awkwardly
az he stepped toward seat. and thu
conductor pouncsd on him with a glare
the moment he sat down, and shouted
"Fare!" in a voice disagreeably loud.
Seems like I'm a kind of a yellow
dog, to-day" John muttered to him.
self
Wh0aA no AcdSAcU lULuS AG x0unQ n1B
wife in tears. At the vegetable wagon
in the morning. some OF the women OF
the neighborhood, as they crowded
around. had regarded her with cold
looks and silence, others had sneered
openly. and one woman, Bridget
O'Malley, had threatened her with
physical violence and made her the
object Of such an awful TRADE that
she had thrown her apron over her
ears and taken to fight Later, when
she was hanging out the wash. Bridget
stationed herself on the upper stair
way OF the Flanagan homo next to
them on the right and hurled down
vicious remarks while every back
porch in the block that commanded a
view was occupied by an interested
audience.
John Martin kissed the tears out OF
her eyes and patted her on the shout
der
There, there, ittle woman" he
said The first days always the worst
day
Then he sat down, black look on
his face and his teeth set so tightly
ne forgot all about filing his pipe. His
ell Arf a