The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1914-08-01
Continued from Page S.)
WHILE THE STRIKE WAS ON.


test, but the metal moved so close
that he shut it with snap, and
obeyed.
Tell you what I'll do, pal" said the
principal actor in this little drama;
III make you trade: your coat and
vest and hat for mine, eh?"
mot by a -" began Bradshaw,
holly, and ended with a gasp and an
angry removal of coat and waistcoat.
Prospero's wand never had anything
like the power of that bit of shiny
metal.
The black figure duplicated the &C
ton of Bradshaw, passing the bit of
metal carefully from one hand to the
other Then he donned the fashion
able garments, leaving his own torn
clothing at Bradshaw's feet.
Sorry can't wait to assist you with
your toilet" he said, mockingly; "but
l wouldn't make much of a valet
anyway. And say pal, if your pocket
feels lighter and your jewelry case
is kinder mussed up, go around and
collect from young Bradshaw. You
look as if you might whoop it up in
his gang. If he's'a arbitrated, Pd'a
had work and you'd'a had your money
see? Blame him if you feel sore. Ia,
tai" And he vanished.
Bradshaw stood shivering for a mo-
ment in his shirt sleeves. He was
raging mad, more from the taunt, I'm.
conscious though it was, than from
the loss of his valuables. But it was
freezing, and the midst piercing his
linen, made him glance almost anx
iously at the rags at his feet. His
pride was hot, but the wind was cold
and furtively, he picked up the coat
| between his thumb and finger.
No friend of Bradshaw, the million
aire, would have recognized the pale
| frightened-looking man, hatless, an6
in rags, with his tie flying in the
wind, and his shoes wet with mud
who emerged from the dark alley
Neither did the bartender, nor the
group who were drinking and talking
in the corner saloon cast more thar
a glance at the furtive man whC
asked to use the phone. Pale, bag
gard men were not uncommon there
1t took him five minutes to rous,
his sleepy secretary, and almost al
long to make him understand hi
need.
"I'll stay here till the machine
comes" he half whispered. Its ;
dirty saloon about Sixth and Canal
Rush the car, quick!"
The crowd in the saloon had felt it
curiosity piqued by the length of tim
spent by the stranger at the phone
and one of them greeted him as h
skunk out of the booth.
Hello, PAL" he said, come an
have a drink"
I'm sorry" stammered Bradshaw
awed by the sense of his poverty,
can't fact is, I'm broke"
That's all right; I'm doin' this
Broke, eh?" continued the speaker,
small, why man, with a blaze of re
hair; "out of a job like the rest of u:
Where did you work."
! Bradshaw hated to lie, so he jumpe
at an inspiration.
"The Bradshaw Cement Company,
he said, which was true, as far as h
had ever worked.
A half growl went up from tn
crowd and the hand of the red hare
man shot out and clasped Bradshaw!
Shake" he said, 1--WE all belonge
to the same chain gang"
Bradshaw's knees grew momentaril
unsteady, and he clasped the bar fo
support He, Charles A. Bradshaw
who had that day at his manager
advice, refused to arbitrate, who ha
never met a real workingman, stoo
, alone in the midst of his striking en-
ployees.
For a moment, blind terror palsie
him. His youthful head, filled wit
ideas of the ignorance and brutalit
, of the laborer, grew dizzy; and te
rible fear that they would recogni2
him, gripped his throat. But tn
, rough, torn coat, and the dishevelle
tie were disguise enough, even witt
out the pale face and ruffled hair.
$50 you worked for Bradshaw" sal
the red-headed man; then you'v
heard the news. No arbitration fc
him. It's yield or bust, he says, an
it looks to me like bust
!, There was no anger in his voic
only a dull, almost resigned despai
: He was thinking of three tiny young
sters who were fading under his eye
eyes that were growing accustome
to the hot gaze of the wolf near hi
door.
; Its easy enough for him to refus
to arbitrate. He has his autos an
servants and his three day, strike {
no strike. But it's hard on us poe
, workingmen."
"And who's in the right, I'd like
know" growled a great brawny NAL
him or us?"
why, of course" began Bradshaw
forgetting his fear in the sense of tn
justice of his position; but he caugl
!, himself just in time.
You're right sonny" wrongly a
ticipated the brawny man; I'VE ar
: I'm a savin' man, and the wife's &
careful as the next; but | can't liV
, on what he paid me, and was starvil
/ the kids. And if Bradshaw thinks
can stand ten hours a day in roo
that's next door to Hades, he ca