The review. [volume] (High Point, N.C.) 1908-19??, 1915-08-26

which commanded the railroad station
and the approaches to the town by
rail. Both belligerents maintained a
system of sentries, and a genuine state
of war existed. More than one striker
had been given public funeral: more
than one strike breaker had departed
from Bitumen in a narrow box.
So much was clear. Less clear were
the causes which had led to actual
violence. It is enough that they led to
demand for larger wages and shorter
hours, which Kehr, representing the
owners, and intrench1ng himself be-
hind the statement that too many such
demands had been acceded to in the
past, had peremptorily. and in man
ner not tended to conciliate, refused.
A general strike had been called,
strike breakers and special deputies
had been called in, and there had been
dynamiting and sudden death.
The leaders were somewhat alike.
Each had supreme contempt and
even hatred for the class which the
other represented. Each was strong
willed, stubborn man, having much
power over other men. Neither was
altruistic. At the back of Gunsdorf's
head lurked the idea that one day he,
too, might be capitalist who should
employ labor. Kehr had every inten-
ton of one day employing more labor
himself. Neither truly represented the
cause for which he stood. Both were
prepared to sacrifice any number of
other peoples lives for the betterment
of their own. There was, however, this
difference between them: men obeyed
Gunsdorf because they believed him to
be a strong man Of the people with the
interests of the people at heart.
So Tommy felt about Gunsdorf
when he heard the thick-set, trembling,
passionate assailant Of privilege hold
forth in the town hall, when he saw
tears gush out of the mans eyes as he
told Of women and children who were
going under because there was no
longer any bread in the house, and
when he pretended that he could hear
their cries and clapped his hands to
his ears.
Tommy had been introduced to the
brother" as a safe man, but when
Gunsdorf began to advocate midnight
rush upon the stockade and massacre
of all who might be found within,
many eyes were turned upon the silk
stocking to see how he would take
the suggestion.
I'VE will put them," Numbered
Gunsdorf, where they shall never
again no more hear the voices of
women and children lifted in joy-or
in sorrow. We will show the world
what it is to tread upon the poor and
the unfortunate, SO that little children
die of hunger. What do we claim?
Only a fair share Of what belongs to
us. What do we get? Crumbs and
offal chucked to us from the rich
mans kitchen door"
There was a howl of rage, that
must have been heard in the stockade
and caused some Of it's defenders to
tremble. When this had rumbled away
and died to nothing like a peal of
thunder, Gunsdorf rolled his little eyes
upon Tommie.
Let US hear from the new brother"
he said, smacking his lips. "Come up
on the platform, Brother Barclay, and
let the brothers and sisters see you"
One Of the sisters eyed Tommy
very closely as he slowly assembled the
platform. She was Mrs. Gunsdorf, a
young, dark, heavy woman with
smoldering eyes and scarlet mouth
When he turned and she had a good
look at his handsome, brown, clean
cut face, her deep bosom began to
rise and fall rapidly.
Tommy was in an awkward posi-
ton. In full sympathy with his au-
dience, he was not at all In sympathy
with dynamiting and murder. His
education told him that though an
attack upon the stockade might prove
successful it's ultimate effect upon the
attackers would be retribution in an
extreme degree.
cit seems to me-" he began quietly,
that what we want is justice-not
vengeance. Have we"
A loud chorus Of mockery drowned
his voice.