The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1915-08-17
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AnglO-Saxon heritage. the love of fair
play, made him forget the limitations
Of his trade. by grapples. the old
swine!" he was muttering to himself
as he made slow circuit of the plant
Enclosure. Somebody ought to tell
them two young ducks what they're up
against For picayune, I'd do it. my
self. Huh!-and the little black-cyed
girl playin' fast an loose with both of
'em at once while the old money-octo-
pus eats 'em alive!"
Thus Broffin, circling the Raymer
works by way Of the four enclosing
streets; and when his back was turned
the man called Clancy pointed him out
to the group Of discontents.
Dye see that felly doublin' the
fence corner? Ye're fine lot of Jays
up here in tn backwoods! Do know
him? Full we'll l do! An that shows
ye what honest workin'm men has got to
come to, these days. Didn't We see
him sittin there on that castin'? Tn
bosses put him there to keep tricks on
We II We have the nerve of a bunch
of hoboes. yen watch yer chances and
step on him like a cockroach. He's a
Pinkerton!"
Wahaska was duly thrilled and ex.
cited when. on the day following the
storm and shipwreck. it found itself
the scene of an angry conflict between
capital and labor. 1t was a crude sur.
prise, both to the West side and to
Pottery Flat" to find the new book.
writing partner not only taking an &C.
tive part in the fight, but apparently
directing the capitalistic hostilities
with high hand At half-past four 1t
was whispered about that war had
been declared. Raymer and Griswold
were telegraphing for rike-breakers;
and the men were swearing that the
plant would be picketed and that scabs
would be dealt with as traitors and
enemies.
1t was between half.past four and
1ve that Miss Grierson. driving in the
basket phaeton, made a stop in front
OF the Farmers and Merchants bank.
Since 1t was long past the closing
hours. the curtains were drawn in the
bank doors and street-facing windows.
But there was side entrance and she
went straight to the door of the pri-
vate room. entering without warning.
Her father was not alone In the
chair at the desk-end sat a man fiorid
of face, hard-eyed and gross-bodied.
His hat was on the back Of his head,
and clamped between his teeth under
the bristling mustaches he held one of
Jasper Grierson's Ut black cigars. The
conference paused when the door
opened; but when Margery crossed
the room and perched herself on the |
deep seat of the farthest window, 1t |
went en- in guarded tcncs at silent !
signal from the banker to his visitor. !
There was trade journal lying in !
the window-seat, and Miss Grierson
took 1t up to become idly immersed in
study of the advertising pictures. If |
she listened to the low-toned talk it |
was only mechanically, one would say. |
Yet there was quickening of the !
breath now and again, and a pressing !
of the white teeth upon the ripe lower
lip. as she turned the pages of the ad-
vertfsing supplement; these, though
only detached sentences of the talk, ,
drifted across to the window-seat:
You're fixed to put the entire re-
sponsibility for the ruction over on to ,
the other side Of the house?" was one
Of the overheard sentences; 1t was her
fathers query. and she also heard the
answer. We're goin' to put EN- in
bad. don't you forget 1t. ThereIl be
some broken heads, most likely, and
II they're ours, somebody'll pay for |
en-" A little farther along it was her
father who said: You've got to quit
this running to me. Keep to your own
side Of the fence. Murray's got his
orders. and he'll pay the bills. II any
hing breaks loose, won't know you.
Get that?" I'm on" said the red
laced man; and shortly afterward he
.ook his leave.
When the door had closed behind
he man who looked like a ward heeier
'r walking delegate. and who had
been both, and many other and mere
things. by turns, Jasper
iriersc.. swung his huge chair to face
he window.
"Well?" he said. "how's Galbraith
coming along?"
The smoldering fires in the daugh-
er's eyes leaped up at the provocation
urking In the grim brutality; but they
were dying down again when she put
he trade journal aside and said: Il
iidn't come here to tell you about Mr..
! came to give you notice
hat it Is time to quit. When l asked
you to put Mr.. Raymer under obliga.
ions to you. said I'd tell you when
t was time to STOP"
The president of the Farmers and
tilted his chair to the
angle and laughed; slow
laugh that spread from lip to /
eye and thence abroad through his
great frame until he shook like q gro
tesque incarnation of the god of mirth.
Il am to turn around and help him
out of the hole. am 1? Oh. no; guess
not" he denied. ITS business now,
little girl. and the tea-fghts are barred |
I'll give you a check for that span O.
blacks you were looking at. and wen
call it square,"
Does that mean that you intend to |