Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1915-02-13

IL you let them get fOOtnOld mere,
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 a chair, stretching out
his hands to Mark in helpless ges-
ture. Cant you say something's"
IF you aren't a coward and fraud"
| Mark answered with undisguised dis
gust, you'll know what to say If
| 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. 1 go to New
York tonight An expedition starts for
Tibet tomorrow. 1 shall join it."
He stalked stif1y 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 a coward
| Mark met his gaze quietly. 81 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 were
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
breakersi" 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
|
jostling them and shrieking taunts and
blasphemies. Blows were struck, mis-
siles hurled. Then above tho clamor
a shot was heard
A cry, "a woman Is killed." an
swered by a hoarse frenzied below
Many weapons flashed from pockets
whers they had lain hidden Other
shots were heard. fired pointblank a,
living targets. The melee became q
battls. When 1t was over, the strike
breakers had fed and two score and
mora lay dead on the streets. Through
I the labyrinth of silent machinery and
chilling furnaces mob that painted
with the thirst for blood hunted ou
, and shot down those of Henley's mer
{ who had reached the mills. :. Mad
, Mad as though a bastile waited to bt
taken
Two days the terror lasted. The mill.
l sacred proDertyi-were wrecked
Timid posses were driven back Grace
orators harangued the mob and tool
for ironic text "the Siamese twins o
production"
J Then with measured tread ant
cleaning bayonets came the force o
5 the law, and peace-the peace of tn,
strong-hovered once more over Quin
= by's mills