Arizona republican., 1912-02-22
66e VICTORY By PETER CLARK MACFARLANE. Copyright, 1910, by the Pearson
 Publishing Col
By PETER CLARK MAcFARLANE.

The forty-eight hours is up, Mar
 tin" said Kaufman We got to ask
 you to call meeting of the Executive
 Committee now, and let us tell em
 what our recommendation is"
 What are you goin' to recommend?"
 asked Martin, glancing up for a mo-
 ment from under his ribbed brows. 1 That the strike be called off and
 the men instructed to apply for work. {" l Martins face paled for an instant
 and every muscle of it frightened in
 stubborn antagonism 10 the idea
 "All right" he said. after moment 1 of deliberation. The meeting is called
 for this afternoon at four o'clock. l You'll have it your own way. I'll not
 be present. We'll put it before the men
 tomorrow night-that's Saturday-at | eight o'clock. I'll be therer' he con- cluded with grim significance Mckichnie grasped Martins purpose | instantly
 Its no use to try to swing 'em, my ! boy" he said gently You're a won der with crowd, all right I've seen
 you pull em into line time and again. I've seen you raise your voice and set
 every mans heart to quiverin' with the first word, my own among 'em I've seen you drive 'em through the street before you like sheep, when their mood was wild. But you can't do it again, Jack. They're breaking. You can't stop 'em, you can't turn 'em.
 you can't hold 'em. It won't even need
 recommendation of the Executive Committee to carry the question to-
 morrow night if you put fl before em."
 But" Martin rejoined, in quiet, gripping tones with just dash of de- fiance in them, we won't put it before
 em, because I'll get up and read a let ter from the bosses granting every thing we've asked for"
 Again the man dropped his eyes and his face became a mere cast of stub- born iron. while his fingers were nerv- ously busied with the shreds of paper
 "A letter from the bosses granting all we've asked for" The idea was preposterous. impossible, insane.
 McKichnie touched his forehead sig nificantly. The men exchanged glances.
 'Broodings done it." murmured Kaufman. The man aint been hu- man for week or two"
 At this juncture Macy and Larsen entered the room. They were respect lively treasurers of the Holders and Mschinists' Locals and jointly disbursed the eight thousand dollars per week of strike benefits, which up 10 this time had never failed to come on Fri day morning from the International headquarters.
 The money didn't come" said Macy, weakly. There's a letter that says the benefits are discontinued with out the usual weeks notice on account of the situation bein' misrepresented to 'em.'
 An anxious, almost hunted look ap- peared in Martins eyes.
 You don't need to wait for the meet l ing tomorrow night if the payroll ain't met today" muttered Bolan. The | strike'll break before tonight"
 There was no doubting that Martin | was sane enough to sense the full l weight of this threatening danger He | was plainly disconcerted, and his eyes | roved unsteadily, but it was only for | a few seconds. Then with a new flash | of defiance to fate. he said, sharply:
 You been payin' at one o'clock. Put | up sign. Pay at three and begin | to get ready. I'll go up town and get | the money"
 Again McKichnie and his fellows ex- changed glances. He would go up town and get the money, What wild ab- surdities were today finding Judgment in the brain of this desperately deter mined man, The unions had no credit The commercial interests of the city had shown a marked hostility n thair Thara fha | ghost of chance that John Martin could borrow eight thousand dollars. or any appreciable portion of such a sum, with which to meet the payroll. Macy and Larsen looked incredulous, but the unblinking gaze of the leader drove them to bow to his assurance and they turned out of the room, feel ing rather helpless, yet impelled by sheer personal force of the man to put up a notice which under the circum- stances they now knew was a folly.
 There was now not a doubt in the minds of McKichnie and Kaufman, at least. that Martin was temporarily de- Appalled, by this calamitous turn, and seized with an instant desire to get into the open air and think, Me Kichnie, after a furtive glance at Mar tin. who sat with downcast, oblivious eyes, arose and went out, followed by Anderson and Kaufman, all three nov ing with the manner and solemnity of pallbearers.
 Bolan only fingered behind-Bolan, with a malicious sheer upon his face. The moment the door closed. he brought his own stout body impudently i close to the person of the man who had usurped his position of influence among the holders.
 You ain't crazy" Bolan began. with ( an insinuating drawl. You're crooked. 1 You was out to Collinss house last 1 of the Rockport Foun- dry. and you didn't report that visit e to the committee. You're trying to make a deal. You're gettin' ready to sell us out You're takin' money from Co.,
 Bolan never finished his sentence l except in fierce grunt, as something ( like the kick of capstan bar struck 2 h m in tho p1ayuc Thara wac n0-