The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1914-10-22


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"
Quinby's glare had no power now,
as at another time, to subdue Henley.
He sank into q chair, stretching out
his hands to Mark in helpless ges-
ture. Cant you say something's"
"If you aren't 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
ity around his naked cowardice.
II leave you in charge. go to New
York tonight. An expedition starts for
Tibet tomorrow. / shall join It."
He stalked stiffly 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 do
no harm. But now, having learned
that you can't pin faith even to the
vanity OF 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 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 we're
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 a 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 cursing
mob. The remaining strike breakers
rallied to this point and in a body
tried by brute force to drive a lane
through the resisting pack of men and
women. But the mob grew faster, gath
cred around the invaders, roughly
jostling them and shrieking taunts and
blasphemies. Blows were struck, mis-
siles hurled. Then above the clamor
a 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. Other
shots we're heard, fired pointblank at
living targets. The melee became a
battle. When 1t was over, the strike
breakers had fed and two score and
more lay dead on the streets. Through
the labyrinth OF silent machinery and
chilling furnaces a mob that painted
with the thirst for blood hunted out
and shot down those OF Henley's men
who had reached the mills. Mad
Mad as though bastile waited to be
taken.
Two days the terror lasted. The mills
sacred property wrecked.
Timid posses were driven back. Crazed
orators harangued the mob and took
for ironic text "the Siamese twins OF
production"
Then with measured tread and
cleaning bayonets came the force OF
the law, and peace-the peace of the
strong-hovered once more over Quin.
by's mills.