Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1916-10-27

street. In the hallway someone sprang
forward and seized him by the arm.
Graham, half-blinded by terror,
jerked his arm free and was starting
on again, when he saw it was Edna
Carr who had sought to stay him.
"What--what are you doing here?"
he babbled in terror.
81 couldn't stay away" she sobbed.
IT heard that Mr.. PeltZ had used his
influence with the governor to get the
militia regiment called out. And
was afraid Tom might be injured. So
came here TOTO plead with you.
Mr.. Graham"
A crash of glass from behind them
attested to the sureness of some win
dow-smasher's aim.
They're breaking I'M" howled Gra-
ham, his knees knocking together.
Its l they're after. They hate me.
They'll tear me limb from limb J"
He wrenched himself free from
Edna's OBTAINING grasp and ran dazed-
ly for the nearest door, fiinging it
open.
In the street, before him, the strik-
ers had halted, and were lined up,
resolutely but hopelessly, all looking
straight ahead at body of reinforce
ments that were appearing from
around the corner ahead, to replace
the scattered guards. Graham cried
aloud in shaky relief. The newcom-
ers were several platoons of police
reserves.
To reach the police, Graham must
pass in front of the strikers, and per-
ilously close to them. He knew what
to expect from their rocks and pistols
and flung clubs. Ne must run fear
full gantlet ere he could reach safety.
Then, in a trice, came to him an in
spiration born Of craven terror, and
with trembling haste he acted upon
it.
He flung one arm about Edna and,
before she could guess his purpose,
he was dashing toward the street.
half-carrying, half dragging her along
with him.
And ever, as he ran, he held the
girls fragile body as shield between
himself and the strikers.
Out from the thick-packed throng
sprang q man. 1t was Tom Clark. In
a single bound he had gained Edna's
side. Tearing Graham's arm loose
from her, Tom gently thrust her out
of the path of the police.
Then he gripped the fleeing super
intendent by the throat and, needless
of consequences, proceeded to throttle
him.
From the moment of Graham's dash
out of the doorway scarce ten seconds
had elapsed. The police officer in
charge, seeing the forward surge OF
strikers, shouted an order to his men.
In answer to that sharp-barked
command a roar and belch of flame
burst from the foremost rank of the
police reserves.
The police had fired on the mob.
The graphing bodies of Tom Clark
and Agnew Graham were riddled by
bullets. A dozen strikers fell head
long under the same volley. The rest
of the mob scattered and fed.
Edna Carr darted out from the side
walk and threw herself upon her
knees in the blood-stained street az
Tom Clark's side. She lifted the life
less mans head in her arms and
weepingly kissed the dead lips.
"He was mine," she moaned hys-
terieally. zone Of my peopler"
"And these" unused the police off,
Ger, sadly looking at the slain, scat
tered about on the ground at his feet.
these were my people, too. And /
ordered them shot down like beasts"
And in the city hall sat man,
elected by the votes of the people,
who, when the report was made to
him, said: "They were my people.
They elected me, but / might have
done things differently ] ordered ous'
the reserves and now these men are
dead through my orders"
And the people; each one felt his
share when the question was asked.
who's Guilty?"
(END OF TWELFTH STORYo