Bisbee daily review., 1917-04-15
EIGHTH EPISODE
Red Night.
THE SPIRIT OF HER PRoeENi-
 TORS

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 Since early morning an unwonted unnatural and wholly specious sem blance of tranquility had brooded over the little valley in the heart of the New. Jersey hills.
 Now, as the earlier hours of mid summer, afternoon drew on. a feeling of tension began to inform the atmos- phere; tie hush began perceptibiy' to obpress the senses, even as that hush obpresses which. foretells the breaking of. a thunderstorm upon a smiling ahd;;sfnstifictively men walked wafils, wift:eei;es .alert, and icemmunicatfd ttshS Sna snother in accents nesdlesslg g5Idel!ii Ias!ssiy, :.ir, tHsyffntR sfhst vsst' eongeries of gauhf woodens strutturesf and walled yards which comprised the powder mills and intuition factories of Cummings. Inc, there was little or no activity where ordinarily there was incessant hustle.
 In place of those voluminous plumes of smoke. jet by day, crimson by night. the towering brick cbimneys Stained the skies only with transparent veils of amber vapor.
 Inside the factory buildings all ma chinery stood idle. The whistles had sounded by habit at eight o'clock and at noon without summoning to or de- Iivering from labor solitary hand.
 No endless strings of freight cars heavy laden with explosives. arms and ordnance trudged up the long grade to the rim of those encircling hills. on the first stage of their brief journey 10 Channings' tldewater yards and docks near Bayonne.
 The premises were all but lifeless; scanty company of armed guards on vigilsnt patrol; little knot of some half dozen people in conference just outside the main gateway to the most extensive powder mill-and that was all.
 The strike was fourteen hours old. As yet no overtures toward a confer ence had been made by either party, employers or employees. The latter, Indeed. seemed to hold aloof with sin
  ton in walking out at the previous midnight. the employers knew of noth- Ing more than few minor grievances sn the part of the men. matters sus- cepfible to speedy adjustment through, and scheduled for early submission 10, process of arbitration. The major de- risnds of the strikers remained un- stated.
 But more than one of those who were waiting so patiently outside the gates could have haZarded shrewd guess at the real cause of the trouble.
 Half mile distant lay Powder Town. an unlovely collection of frame" and canvas shelters, ginmills. eating places. dancehalls. gambling hells, stores and 'boteis" ministering to the necessities and capacities of an army of working men and parasites drawn together by the attraction of high wages and steady employment offered hy m or ssnization working night and day to fll war orders" for the allies.
 There. in those struggling dusty and tAltttO LUZ pj6yees milled like cattle. a rsbbIe two thirds drunk with one intoxicaDt or an- otber--whisky. greed excited by the promises of labor agitators. and n spirit of destructiveDess which had al- ready wbetted Its appetite by putting the Channings company store to the torch. a
  To the group by the gateway the rlI- ffior of sullen voices was wafted. on the wings of lazy wind. a grim mUr- muri1g like the buzzing of swarm of angry bees.
 Listening to it, Captain Parr shock an uneasy head.
 Patria eyed him anxiously
 What do you think?"
 'I'm not thinking" he averrcd U'tt sorv sort If smile; "Tm just hop. f2-
 z. Ripping they'il held if eyss5sire snhlst hope ibai 'tHt cOin ing of Inc strike hrsakers won't mas Cea ,hs sm hesond control
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