The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-06-19

l I u COIle to I1dL III d InC1nenl | What I want to say to you now i | this" said Peter, planting his barb | with the coolness of a matador bait l ing his bull Some men go wronl | because they've been badly advised 1 some because they can't thinl | straight, others because they'd rathel go wrong than right Some of vol Reds believe in what you preach that the world can be made over ana all the money and the land divided up in a new deal. You two don't You don't believe in anything excep getting a living without working fol it-and trying to make honest mer do the same. You, Jacobi, are only a fool-a cowardlly fool at that who hides behind the coat tails of . man stronger than you-- 'Look-a here, M.ster-' "Yes. F1ynns your master, but he isn't mine. And he isn't the master of any man on this job while I'm
 wen see about that" said Flynn
 "Yes, we will Very soon. Now as a matter of fact
 How"
 By proving which is the better man-you or me-
 "Oh, its'a fight ye mean?"
 "Exactly.'
 The Irishman leered at him sum- ningly. wit, that stuff-puttin' you wit the right on yer side. We're afther she'd din' no blood here. M1sther Nichols. We're on this job for peace an jus tice fer all.''
 linen you're afraid to fght?''
 "No. But I'm not a-goin' to-
 Not if I tell you you're a sneak, a liar and a coward-
 Hymns jaw worked and his glance passed from Jacobi to Wells.
 'I'n make ye eat them names backwards one day. Mfsther Mich oIs. but not now. I'm here for a big ger cause. Stand away from the door"
 "In aImoment. But first let me tell you thiS. and Shad Wells. too.
 "You're going out of this door and out of this camp-aAl three Of you And if any one of you shows himself inside the. limits of this property he'll have to take the consequences"
 ''Nreanin' what?'' asked Wells.
 Meaning me-" said Peter, and after me, the law. Now go."
 He stood aside and swung the door open with one hand. but he didn't take his eyes from them.
 They laughed in his face. but they obeyed him. filing out into the open, and strolIed away.
 Peter had hoped to coax fight out of Flynn. thinking that the Irish blood in him couldn't resist his taunts and challenge. But Flynn had been too clever for him. A defeat for Flynn meant loss of prestige, vic- tory possible prosecution. Either n gain Per haps he was just a coward like Jacobi or a beaten bully like Shad. What ever he was Flynn seemed very sure of himself and Peter, though appar- entity master of the situation for the present. was conscious of a sense of defeat.
 But he breathed more freely now that he had made his decision with regard to Shed Wells. He spent large part of the morning going over the mills, getting the men together went up to the camp in search of Jesse Brown The news of his en- counter with Shad and the Reds" had preceded him and he saw that trouble was brewing. Jesse Brown wagged his head in a deprecattng way and tried to sidestep the entire But Peter had reached a point where he was tired of equivoca- tion.
 'I say. Jesse" he said at last, you've let things get into a pretty bad mess down here"
 I'm a peaceable man. 11r. NSch- ols" said Jesse. i've tried to steer this camp along easy-like, til this bit of woods is cleared up, and here you go stirrin' up a hornets nest about out ears.''
 Peter drowned. You know as we'll as I do that the men are doing just as they please. At the rate they're going they wouldn't have this section by Christmas I'm paying them for work they don't do. and you know it put you in here to see that Mcclure gets what he's pay ing for. You haven't done it.
 i've done the best I couId,' nut tered Jesse.
 That isn't the best I want. You knew Flynn and Jacobi were back in camp yesterday. Why didn't you tell me sop
 T can't do nothin'. They've got friends here"
 .oo? I sent those men out of camp. If they're here again I'll find the power to arrest them
 I'd advise you not to try that"
 '~Why?''
 They're stronger than you think"
 "Fll take my chances on that But want to know where you stand. Are -ou with me or a against ne?"
 ''Wen." said Jesse, rubbing his head iubiously. I'll do what I can.'
 "Au right. wen make fresh | tart. Round up all hands. I'm go- ng to talk to them at dinner time" Jesse glanced at him, shrugged and | vent out. and Peter went into the l ,ffice. where he spent the intervening 1 ime going over the books. It was here that one of the clerks, a man | named Brierly, brought forth from | he drawer of his desk a small | ,amphlet which he had picked up | esterday in the bunk-house. Peter | opened and read it. It was a copy of the new manifest | # the Union of Russian Workers and | hough written in English. gave every | mark of origin in the Lenin-Trotzky | egime and was clevery written in | atch phrases meant to trap the ig- 1 lorant. It proposed to destroy the |