The chronicle=news., 1914-08-10
"We're lost sure 'nuff,"

This was the frenzied cry of Cap
tain Bill Diamond Saturday when he
found his 5000 Austrian recruits
nfronted by a British fleet in the
Arkansas under Admiral Sir George
ChInwiskers and hemned in from the
rear by Russian force under Gen
eral Spoobelcfski. He had fallen un-
Willingly into the tran and his army
of loyal volunteers looked unflinch-
ingly into the eyes OF certain cxterm-
nation. The cold chills ran up and
down the spine of brave captain.
I"Unless Horace arrives with his ha-
beas corpus we are gone said Bill.
I'VE shall fall martyrs to the cause
of liberty and unionism," remarked
Lieut.. Pellazarri.
The roll was called rs the Cossacks
advanced over the mesa, their high
powers glinting in the sunlight and
the heavy tread of troops crunching
the gravel with noise like bunch
of strikers wandering up the hall In
the Colorado building looking for
Fred Clark.
Only two failed to respond to tho
roll call. Frank Miner had gone to
flash message to Keatins at Wash
ington and Tony had sncakcd
Through the heavy timber and start
ed forth in search of Hawkins.
| Captain Diamond. convinced that
the end was near. rushed to an ar
roya where exploring around he un-
earthcd a pad of Columbian hotel
stationery and taking out fountain
pen presented to him by General
Chase slipped back to his luxurious
ly furnished headquarters in the
hind caboose to inditc farewell
message to Frank Hayes.
Dear Frank:
when you get this me and the boys
may be prisoners of war or lying cold
on the prairie here miles from Labor
Union hall. We are hemmcd in be-
tween the British fleet and the Rus
sian troops. To escape is as hopeless
as the fight you are waging for
recognition of the union. Lest | be
slain and return not again accept
and file away this last earthly mes
sage and heed my last requests.
Dear Frank. In the left hand pock-
ct of my overcoat that is hanging up
in the Free Press office you will find
the list of subscribers to the Mother
Jones memorial monument. Keep the
project going. See that the old joint
is kept up. The editor needs some
new linoleum. You can get this at
the ten cent store. The key to the
ammunition room you will find hang
ing in the coal bin. The handmade
alibis and affidavits to deny" the
stories of the operators you will find
in the safe.
am mailing you parcel post my
George Ellsworth and tell him that
my last thoughts were for him. Tell
John to tell the boys at headquar-
ters that the strike is to be settled
again next week and the glorious un-
ion victory achieved. What worldly
wealth | have distribute among the
Ludlow refugees.
The fire from the British guns is
getting hot. | must close. Goodbye
to all the boys and Mrs. Thomas.
Faithfully yours to the end
| Bill.
| Night drew on apace and the
dusky curtain dropped with the
shells from the fleet of Admiral Chin
wiskeIs rafting among and rolling
off the box cars while from the rear
came a sriIling fire from Spoobelcs-
ki's Cossacks. A courier from the
Russian commander advanced upon
the Diamond Special, requesting an
armistice for the night. The reply
went back from Captain Bill, "Will
dA0nd armistice X1tiI August s,
| 1920, If it is all the same to you
But it was at midnight that Cap
| tain Bin was to put over the smooth
est piece of strategy in the history of
the world Locking himself in the
caboose for two hours he en- gagged in
deep thought and silent meditation.
When he emerged his mind was made
up. Slipping under cover of darkness
to the bank of the river he returned
muttering, ut must be did. The
name of Bill Diamond will live fur
ever" His recruits sleDt on the
ground under the stars and only the
snoring of quartcrmastcr Bolton dis
turbed the peace Of the darksomc
night.
At nine minutes before one o.
clock yesterday morning. when the
dark was the darkest and the moon
had concealed its radiant face behind
the spire of the Trinity church at
Lynn, miles away to the south, Cap
tain Bill quietly awoke his ! 3 900 re-
cruits and pressing his finger to his
lips for silence marched them to the
river within stones throw of where
the British fleet was anchored. Re-
moving their shoes so that no sound
would creep into the ear of Admiral
Chinwiskers and his crew they moved
on to where Poples biggest dray
wagon was moored. Then under COW
or of darkness like Wash ptop