The Meridian times. (Meridian, Idaho) 1909-1938, 1914-11-27

II you let them get foothold here,
you may as well lie down and die.
For there isn't a spot on earth where
the truth about Quinby"--hatred gave
savagery to the threat--"the pious
fraud, the hounder of women, the
traitor in business dealings, won't
reach"
Quinby's glare had no power now,
as at another time, to subdue Henley.
He sank into chair, stretching out
his hands to Mark in helpless ges-
ture. Cant you say something's?
IF you aren't a coward and fraud"
Mark answered with undisguised dis
gust, you'll know what to say. II
you are" He concluded with shrug.
1t was an intolerable moment for
Quinby He rose, made a pitiable eff
fort to gather the tatters of his van
lty around his naked cowardice.
Il leave you In charge. go to New
York tonight. An expedition starts for
Tibet tomorrow. l shall join It."
He stalked stiffiy to the door, There
he stopped for second, looking back
with eyes that were not good to see.
Henley turned to Mark. "As for
you," he began sternly, I've let you
play your game. because you could do
no harm. But now, having learned
that you can't pin faith even to the
vanity of a coward"
Mark met his gaze quietly. Il have
learned more than that. But, at least.
the feet were of iron, after all"
The next day the failure Of negotia-
tons was announced. On the next
the strike was ordered.
Henley was ready. On the morn
ing of the third day detached squads
OF strangers appeared in the vicinity
of the mills, trying to saunter along
with the air of casual ease. They were
Henley's strike breakers. gathered
| from many cities.
And the strikers were ready, though
few of them wot of preparation.
The first squad slipped unnoticed
into the mills, and second. Then
along the mile or more of street an
electric word passed from watching
crowd to crowd; "Henley's strike
breakers!" The third squad reached
the refuge of the mills only by sud
den overbearing dash. The fourth
found its way blocked and Itself
pressed back by a surging cursine
mob. The remaining strike breakers
rallied to this point and in body
tried by brute force to drive lane
through the resisting pack of men ant
women. But the mob grew faster, gath
cred around the invaders. roughly
jostling them and shrieking taunts anS
blasphemies. Blows we're struck. mis-
siles hurled. Then above the clamoi
shot was heard.
A cry. "A woman is killed." an
swered by a hoarse frenzied below
Many weapons flashed from pockets
where they had lain hidden. Othe
shots were heard, fred pointblank a
living targets. The melee became |
battle. When 1t was over, the strik,
breakers had fed and two score ant
more lay dead on the streets. Through
the labyrinth of silent machinery an,
chilling furnaces mob that pante,
with the thirst for blood hunted GU
and shot down those of Henley's me-
who had reached the mills. Mad
Mad as though bastile waited to b
taken.
Two days the terror lasted. The mill
sacred property!-were wrecked
Timid posses were driven back. Craze
orators harangued the mob and too
for ironic text "the Siamese twins G
production"
Then with measured tread an
cleaning bayonets came the force {
) the law, and peace-the peace of tn
strong-hovered once more over Quiz
7 by's mills.