Bisbee daily review. [volume] (Bisbee, Ariz.) 1901-1971, 1913-02-21

VI
"Of course it's none of me business
of course not. But only look at the
sky and only hear the birds this morn.
in! You're young, and God may give
you two yet the dozen that | have
longed for. denied as / do be with only
six. You'll be goin' up yerself some
day. with all thin rich folks, Mr. Hal
sey, boy. I'm stayin' here with Jim
Sullivan. Whin we can't afford spar.
rowgrass We eats potaties"
But tell me. Mr.. Halsey," she went
on shrewdly, "how long will we be
havin' even potaties TO eat7 Ye don't
keep min there in the factory long
there's not many at wurrk now. Be.
sides, there's no smoke in thin chin.
bleys! And tits time. What's the
mystery there. boy?"
"A good deal of labor troubles"
commented Halsey non-committally.
More than that" she insisted,
drawing close TO him. Listen!
mean well to you, boy, and so does
Jim. He'll stick. But Jim told me
the night that he could walk out, and
pick up a clean tin thousand dollars
fer the walkin'."
Halsey controlled himself This was
news of staggering sort. why doesn't
he. then, Mrs. Sullivan? That's good
deal of money" he said quietly.
YES, why doesn't he?-with me
half American and gettin' more so
aich year-me a-needin' di'monds and
! AUTOMOBILES, The fool Irishi It's
maybe his ijiotie idea he ought to
| stick"
Halsey made no answer except TO
look over at the gaunt factory build
ings. A biue-coated figure was pacing
back and forth before the door.
There's Jim Sullivan workin' in
side, and there's Tim Carney walkin'
beat outside" she resumed; "and the
pickets tryin' to break in, and some
one else tryin' 10 break in. What's it
about. Mr.. Halsey? For the company?
What's the company"
1T furnishes asparagus for some.
and potatoes for others, Mrs. Sulli-
van"
"Oh, does it. thin? Does il mind
that potaties costs more than they
did, and so pay us better. or worse.
for what we do? If what we eat goes
up. we can't live; and if we can't live,
them that can has got to support US
somehow. Amt it the truth? What's
;he ind of it, me boy?
I'm not askin' about the justice Of
it, but about the business of it. II our
men starve, whatll we do2 Mr. Hal
sey. sir, wen raise hell! That's what
We'll do! Too much asparagus in this
country, and too few potaties, and
thin of a bad class, is goin' to raise
hell in this country. Amt it the
truth?
LUX at Jim workin' there. And lux
at Tim protectin' OF him. It's fine.
isn't it? I'm thankin' God, meself,
there's birds and sunshine in the
world II it wasn't for thin and the
priest, I'm wonderin' sometimes what
US poor folks would do"
THE theory is that some men are
born stronger than others, Mrs. Sui
livan, and so entitled to the aspara-
gus" smiled Halsey.
rs it so? Jim Sullivan yonder is
strong in what makes a man. In what
makes a woman I'm strong. Hasn't
God got a place fer us, as well as Mr.. |
Rawn? And IL God don't give il, |
haven't such as US got TO take it'll |
don't mean the asparagus, but Just
the potaties?"
But I've said enough" she went
on. turning suddenly. "'Tis only be-
cause I'm fond of you. me boy. that |
I've said so much There's deviiment /
and mystery goin' on here. / don't !
ask you what your mystery is, so |
don't ask me what is mine. Jim's |
likely to stick, and so am |. IT'S likely /
we can be useful in the world, and as l
for bein' strong, we're strong enough |
to have each other. And as / was |
sayin', we've the birds and the sun 4
shine-and the priestl So take your /
mystery you've got in there. and I
match II up with mine. Lave Jim .
Sullivan alone, and when these two 4
mysteries git together, yours aud ours,
why. maybe there1I be hell"
Halsey did some thinking when he
was alone. He knew now, and had
hhONhf thdl bDlutAuluSs SoNlEDDuF De
sides the pickets Of the labor unions.
had an eye on this mysterious factory
of theirs. He had felt for long time
that there was an enemy working
somewhere. that a spy was making
definite attempts to get secret infor-
nation. Now. this unknown enemy
was able to offer ten thousand dollars
bride money. The case was serious
enough.
II was worse than serious. He had
been sufficiently warned. Why, then.
his pipe cold in his teeth. did he sit
staring now and think of things alto
gethar apart from the factory? Why
did he dream OF the birds and the sun
shine? Why did comparisons still
force themselves into his mind. and
why did he long for something life
had not yet brought to him-some- 1
thing that Ann Sullivan and ner man
owned though thew had so little else9