Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1913-08-23
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cramps.
'Whsn W scrapsd through I looked
hack WITH pity ct the Deneit's cssw.
She hadn't any whoslhouse, and ~
helmsman was due to get all the At
tsntion that WAS coming to him.
They'd built up barEicads Of potato
sacks. chicken coops and bsic-a.brac
around the wheel that protected EN-
somewhat. but even while watched
Some Polack hltersd Q brick through
and laid out The quaseoemastsf cold.
and he was drug OF. Oh, II was re-
fined and aesthsttcl
well, We run the gautlet. present
Cd every block with stun ranging In
tensile strength from insults to asphalt
pavemeuts and noise. Say, AL the
racket in the world was . whisper.
I caught q glimpse Of the old man
leaning out Of tho pilothouEs where
. window had been. his white hair
bristly and his nostEls h'isted. embeI-
fishing the afr with surprising lights
Of gleeful profanity.
"Hooray. this - hvingT he yells.
spying mo shovsIing the deck out from
under the junk. Best scrap I've had
in years And Just then some base
bah player throwed in from center
field, catching him in the neck with q
tomato. Gee. that mans an honor to
the faculty Of speech!
II was doing bully till cobblestons
bounced into the engine room. making
q billiard with my OF knee. Then !
got kind Of peevish.
Rush street bridge Is the last one.
and they'd massed there On both sides,
like fleas on q razorback. Thinks l.
IL we make 1t through here. we've
busted the strike and glances back
at the Detroit Just in time to SEQ her
crew pulling their captain into tho
deck house limp ana bleeding. The
barricade was all knocked to pieces.
and they'd dunked absolute. Don't
blame EN- much either, as It was sure
death 70 stand ont In the open under
the rain Of stun that come from the
bridges. OF course with no steering
she commenced to swing OF. I yells:
"'Grab that wheel! Grab 1t quick!
Wen hit the bridge! But 1t was like
deef and dumb talk in q boiler shop,
while q wilder howl went up from the
water front Al they seen what they'd
done and smelled victory.
We've got one chance thinks l,
but II she strikes we're gone. They'll
swamp us sure, aud all the police In
Cook county won't save enough for to
hold services on Then throwed q
look at the opening ahead and the pes.
slmisms frozs In me.
Il forgot all about the resiliency Of
brickbats and the table manners Of
riots. for there. on top Of q bunch Of
spilss. cam, masteFful and bloated
with perjuries. was oily Heegan. dc
tating the disposition Of his forces. the
light Of victory in his shifty little eyeA
"'Ten dollars and costsr shrieks,
seeing red. 'Lemme crawl up them
spilss to you
Then inspiration seized me. Ny
soul riz up and grappled With the
crisis, for right uAdsf my NIT, coiled.
suggestive and pleading. WAS one Of
the tugs heaving lines. bout Q three
sighths sizs. ! slips running knot
IN tie snd and divides the coils, cSuuch-
ing behind the deck house till W
como abeam Of him; then straight.
ened. give It swinging heave. and
the moose sailed up and settled ovoe
him ane and daisy.
II jerksd back, and Oily Hsegan
did q high dive from Rush street that
was Q geomshical Joy. He hit kind
Of amateurish. doing what We used b
call q belly buster back home. but
quite satisfying for Q maiden effort,
and I reeled him In astern.
"Your Chicago man amt q gamy
nsh. He come up tame and squirting
sewage like 4 dissolute porpoiss. while
I played him out where he'd got the
thrash Of the propeller,
"'Help" he yells. Tn . drownd-
ing
Ten dollars and costs says l.
letting him under again. DO you
know who you're drinking with this
time. heyT
II reckon the astonishment Of the
mob was equal to Hsegan's. Anyhow,
I'm told that We was favored With
such quietnsss that my voice sounded
four blocks. simply aching with salts
factions. Then pandemonium tore
loose, but I was 20 sngrossed in sweet
converse I never noticed Il or noticed
that the Detroit had slid through the
draw by q hair and we was bound for
the blue and smiling lake.
"'For Gods sake femme up says
Heegan, splashing along and looking
strangely. I hauls him in where he
wouldn't miss any Of my tronies.
"I Just can't do II, "Oily." It's
wash day. You're plumb nasty with
boycotts and picketings and compul-
sorry arbitrations. I'm going to clean
You up.' and sozsled him under like
q wet shirt.