The Grenada sentinel. [volume] (Grenada, Miss.) 1868-1955, 1914-12-25

II you let them get a 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"
Qufnby's glare had no power now
as at another time, to subdue Henley.
He sank into a chair, stretching out
his hands to Mark in a helpless ges-
ture. Cant you say something"
IF you aren't a coward and a fraud, "
Mark answered with undisguised dis
gust, you'll know what to say. II
you are" He concluded with a shrug.
1t was an intolerable moment for
Quinby. He rose. made a pitiable eff
fort to gather the tatters Of his van
ity around his naked cowardice.
Il leave you in charge. | go TO New
York tonight. An expedition starts for
Tibet tomorrow. | shall join it."
He stalked stifly TO the door. There
he stopped for a second, looking back
with eyes that were not good to see.
Henley turned to Mark. las for
YOU" he began sternly, I've let you
play your game. because you could dc
no harm. But now, having learned
that you can't pin faith even to the
vanity of a coward"
Mark met his gaze quietly. II 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 mex
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 we're ready, though
few of them wot of preparation.
The first squad slipped unnoticet
into the mills. and a second. Their
along the mile or more OF street ar
electric word passed from watching
crowd to crowd; "Henley's strike
breakers" The third squad reached
the refuge of the mills only by a sud
den overbearing dash. The fourth
found it's way blocked and itsel'
pressed back by a surging %cursinl
mob. The remaining strike breakers
rallied to this point and in a bod.
tried by brute force to drive a lanC
through the resisting pack of men anC
women. But the mob grew faster, gath
cred around the invaders. roughl!
jostling them and shrieking taunts ant
blasphemies. Blows were struck, mis-
siles hurled. Then above the clamo
a shot was heard.
A cry, "A woman Is killed." ar
swered by a hoarse frenzied below
Many weapons flashed from pocket
where they had lain hidden. Othe
shots were heard, fired pointblank a
living targets. The melee became
battle. When 1t was over, the strik
breakers had fled and two score an
more lay dead or the streets. Througl
the labyrinth Of silent machinery an,
chilling furnaces q mob hat 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 a bastile waited TO b
taken.
Two days the terror lasted. The mill
sacred propertyl-were wrecked
Timid posses were driven back. Craze
orators harangued the mob and too
for ironic text "the Siamese twins o
production"
Then with measured tread an,
cleaning bayonets came the force o
) the law, and peace-the peace of tn
strong-hovered once more over OUR
hV'S mills