The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-05-06

E" out of the gang for while than to have
 a strike hands,
 r ,: : 2: 5 ,: $R$M The young forernan,Nwho had grown up MF$sM in the foundry spoke seriously to the office MGM%AM superintendent. who sat drumming his MA W&$M nicely rnanicured nails upon the polished M desk.
 1T9 ~Nonsensep the other said. with nm laugh. 'At times, Mason your imagination
 gets the better of your judgment" His
 N manner, as he finished speaking, was all
 most sneering.
 The forernan's jaw set little harder, buthe had grown in stern field to let his tenn per be aroused easily T don't believe I'm wrong n this Mr. Gunter, he said, coldIy, and haven't forgotten the riots of two years ago."
 OhI that strikeI" said the superintendent lofti1y. 'Tf Ia different than old Banford had been in charge at the time things would have very diff ferenty.''
 The foreman got up and quickly; he did not dare himself longer with this conceited fanfaron Standing the polished granite steps of the elegant ofce-bufding, he looked the foundry yard with it's long, ragged rows of pg-iron enormous heaps of coke, and filtered maze of truck tracks; the gloomy foundry its snnoke-stained staring windows flashing back the glare from the setting He shook his head doubtfu1ly as he down the steps and of the gate in the high spketopped fence that surrounded the works He would have talk with Big Mike in the rnorning and give him warning; possibly he might quit of his accord but the foreman didn't think he would. A
 Tn the seni-gioom of the late afternoon the motion cranes like watchfu1 sentinels, silent guard over the gaping pipepits. On top of the ugly brick the sheet-steel warped in bulging from the intense heat the In front of the machines. from long heaps of cr1mby gray sand, hot the last shake-out steamed clouds of white vapor hnged with red from the clay of the mixing The air heavy with odors of burn ing sand and cooling castings, and throatsmarty from the acrid fumes of coalgas pouring from under the 1oose-htting Over all like living. crush ing weight, pressed a heavy, expectant silence. It the brooding silence of tired giant resting after the days rnaddening rush struggling, naked men, who with the fury of demons utter ing hard, gaspng against inanirnate things they toied and struggled with the massive mouds, fought living beings the fyton craneswung ladies of molten metaI raging ipotent wrath against the rweldy mass yet crouching shield their faces from the shrIvelIng heat.
 foundry the sound of voices the sx-ine-core gang hurried and sweated in feversh haste finish the days work
 Three of the gang worked side of moulding board running the length of the twe1ve-foot ing them the opposite side worked the "mudder- mp" big-boned, swarthy Italian his face and shiny black hair spattered with ecEs of brown core-n1ud that little of flesh or hair visible.
 The three Irish eoremakers talked and laughed as they worked. but always among themselves ignoring the big Italian who labored in slen silence swinging with the big scoopshovels of mud upon the mould ingboard running it along handling the heavy, drag ging weight as if it were a toy.
 Hello. MIkew A handsome merry son of Italy stuck his head inside the door and grinned the per- spring men
 ~Heilo-a, Tonyi" answered the big Italian glancng up with grin
 
 dz bum fire, hey, Aile?" The big Italian did not answer, but the end of moulding board and inserting bar the hollow spindle swung the core above his head.
 He handled the heavy weight easily, the muscles ripping under his brown skin standing in krotty ridges and humps his shoulders. The two eorernaers carrying the other end heaved rl1nted from fhe strain the blood rushing their faces as they lifted the it's place the The other corenaker should have helped the Italian but it part of the gangs plan to put much work possible the ~tdago."
 The man in the doorway watched the magnificent strength of his countryman with exctabe admiration. %AhP' he cried enthusiastically "ttat-a Mike; he sn1zH-a rnans" and his dancing eyes 1ocked the boss roreraIer, a slightly built, petulant individual
 Big an strong all right, grudgingly acknowledged Farley, "but he ain't got tn brains iv ass" Big Mike did not understand the words but sensing the annosity from Fariey's manner his eyes gttered as he bent to his work It the first time since his coming the gang that he had showed the least sign of resentment
 "So 1ong-a, MiE6esS' called Tony as he lodged back from the door Maybe drnl<-a whiskey for you at SEeeney's.
 ~7daybe drinz-a one, two myself answered Mike, gcod-naturedly
 "Lke hell ye willP roared Moran the tallest of the s1rislnen; 'no dago drinks with ts"
 Mike strengthened slowly, scoop-shoveI in hand HI drinl-a where I like; dam Irish stop-a for me" and the two ragged across the moulding board like wild beasts.
 ~Cut mt out anA git t waurI ali of yez" rasped the boss -corernaker, and he showed Moran back he whispered, ferceIy. @Don't be dom fool this lain'tsth' time"