White Pine news weekly mining review. [volume] (East Ely, Nev.) 1910-1920, 1918-07-28
Strike of the
John Kelly Local
Copyright. The Frank A. Munsey Coz
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BY James Gardner sandersoD

Dut lIt QUICK uuck anu uDNtfu, ItIu'
Ing swing of Johnny's arm failed to
follow. Instead of this usual maneu.
yer. her son caught the hand and held
ii, looking angrily and fearlessly into
her eyes. Annie gasped in bewilder-
ment and struggled weakly. The sig
nifieance of the resistance became sud
denly clear, and she cast herself into
the low chair beside the window.
"Nurraln she sobbed. "Wurra Oh,
Johnny, Oh. Johnny boy :"
She rocked her body to and fro, and
the walls lost nothing in volume by
reason of the apron over her head.
Her son eyed her in disfayor.
A"Aw. cut il out he muttered I'M
easily. I'm thirteen and big enough
TO be me own boss, | guess =
'Kapin' company wid a c~ross-eyed
girl in Oliver Street - interjected An
ME sharply.
"She amt cross-eytdis
YOU'D ought to be glad Of tn, good
home I've give " since your father
died. God have mercy On his sowl!
Its not afther eross-eyed girls he'd be
goln', neither. walled Annie.
"she amt cross-eyed : snarled John
ny. sfung by the repetition. If l
likes a girl l likes her. aud it's not
even re mothers business, under
standf
M wild my rheumatisnatiesl
MAJ 5 n time I've stood IN III snow
earHin' a living TO support you! If |
Ms MANY tn mother, I'd bat you
aerost III face for talking back I me-
r%eproaehed Annie.
you'd only bat me once, then" re-
torfed Johnny stontly.
Mrs. Kelly's grief broke forth afresh.
Her Q surveyed her sullenly and
reached for his hat.
Pm goin' out he remarked.
Mrs. Kelly gave no sign of having
heard.
I'm goin' down to Oliver street"
he added tauntingly.
Then Mrs. Kelly removed the apron.
You 20 down TO Oliver street and
you can stay there she said, trem-
bling.
"All right" replied Johnny. I'll
stay there. And you can be getting
some one else TO help sell feur pa
pers,a he added shrilly. Il won'tl"
The siam of The door closed the dis
cussion. ana Mrs. kelly sat by the
window alone. The fountain of tears
eyapora1ed swiftly in the heat Of her
gathering wrath.
"shtruck, has hep she muttered
aloud 70 the silent room. "Readin'
thin coal mine stories. its like. And
he'd be LAWN me fr a red-headed hus-
sy-th' dlyil sind her joy of him All
right, let m I'll not take m back,
n FIR President O'Roosevelt and III
whole crowd of ~arbitraries. l know
me business y
With the final sentence Mrs. Kelly
rose and set about her evenings work.
The yigor with which she banged the
iron fryin'-pan upon the table beside
the kitchen sink spoke volumes for
the earnestness of her resolve.
Me wurrkin' me hands 10 tn bont
an him lettin' mel It's on a grating
he can sleep this night she said say.
agely. al the end of TWO hours of IN.
assisted toll.
AS she tlounced from the kitchen,
outraged motherhood caused her Ia
lock the door viciously. and To indulge
In the hope that the autumn night
might be cold.
During all the following day Ami.
stood ut her post in front of one OF
the newspaper buildings ON Park Row
Annie had been selling papers at thi'
particular stand for more than ter
years, and in the crowds streaming II
and from the bridge there were dozens
whose days would mol have oeen full,
begun or ended without a CHEEKY Wort
and a hurried purchase as they pause,
before her. And usually as CHEEKY
word had been tossed back to them
On but one occasion-when Johnny
as a baby. lay very Ill with diphtheri,
could her customers recall such de
preston.
1t CHANGED that one of the oldest
who remembered, and who now nc
lticed Johnny's absence, made In
quiries.
Annie told her woe volubly. Tn
man shook his head.
Better arbitrate 1t" he said grave
ly. Seems the only way to do busi
ness nowadays" Then he dashe
around the corner for a trolley ear.
Johnny remained obdurate. and |
the tenement on Cherry Hill dus
gathered for three days upon his bee
Mrs. Kelly ate desolate breakfasts an
did all the work. AT dusk on tn
third day she followed an insisten
impulse and went for a little wall
Totally oblivious footsteps carried he
stout and rotund figure down Int
Oliver street. She happened to M
tice the cross-eyed girl sitting ON he
doorstep In close and unabashed cor