White Pine news weekly mining review. [volume] (East Ely, Nev.) 1910-1920, 1915-08-08

An hour passed-an hour freiehted
with frightful portent for the actors
In the tragedy of toll and tyranny
that Is rapidly nearing its final cur.
tain. In that hour Laura had found
her father. and with arms around his
neck had begged him to have mercy.
You must take pity on your poor
toilers. father" she had pleaded. and
he had laughingly put her on. In
that hour Mrs. Shand had stormed the
meeting of the strikers In the vacant
lot and had, in an ~impassioned plea
of crude eloquence. dashed them into
a fury for revenge. In that hour Karl
Hurd. a vow for vengeance In his soul,
had left the body of his dead wife and
gone to Join the maddened strikers.
Though he did not yet realize It..
David Powers, for the first time In
his life, had reached q point where
events were getting beyond his con-
troll. A higher hand than his was deal
ing the cards. Fate had taken part In
the game. And 80 1t happened at the
very moment that his daughter Laura
had decided to slip from tho house.
and go down herself and help the
stricken families of her fathers en-
ployees. the strikers themselves had
decided to hold up her fathers auto
and give him the beating up they felt
he so richly deserved.
Skillfully Shand disposed his forces
at q point of vantage In . turn Of the
road just beyond the Powers man
sion. The men yer armed with clubs
and ut q point In the boulevard where
they were hidden until the auto was
almost upon them. logs were thrown
across the highway. Hurd volunr
teered to act as lookout, and Shand,
not knowing that the ~half-crazed and
sorely stricken man had craftily stolen
the revolver from his own side pocket,
accepted his services. go up near
the gate and signal us when the auto
starts!" were his final instructions.
And SO the stage was set.
Slowly the Limousine drew out from
the Powers estate. The millionaire
had drawn the shades to protect him
self from the insults and gibes Of his
men on the streets and Laura had not
bothered to raise them. Out on to the
road the machine swung and had just
gathered full momentum when the
chauffeur's heart was turned to stone
by the orange tongue of flame that
leaped from behind the trunk Of q
tree, by the ringing shot of a we'll
aimed gun, by the crash of glass In
the body Of the car behind him, and by
the mad maniacal peal of laughter
that echoed wildly through the after
/ noon air. As he brought the auto into
a quick turn he caught one glimpse at
q pair Of strangely staring. unhal-
lowed eyes that peered at him from
behind the trunk Of the grand old tree
at the roadside.
David Powers was an influential
man in the community where he lived.
Police had guarded his palatial homo
all during the strike. They were neal
at hand when the shooting took place
And so 1t happened that the exultine
grinning murderer was quickly caught
and was dragged into Powers library
while the agonized millionaire, still II
the first burst of his awful grief, wa
bending over the cold. dead form d
his beautiful martyred daughter.
do with me what you will. ! have
had my revengel The world has ono
less tyrant to Cypress It," Hurd shout
ed And then his eyes fell upon Pow