The Waterbury Democrat., 1935-02-01
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SYNOPSIS


 GALE HENDERSON, pretty and g, works in . silk mill, She md her brother. PHIL, 10, sup port fileir Invalid father.
 STEVE MEYERS. wbo also works in the mill, asks Gale Co fAaFFy hlul. She promises tO give hfna an answer in a few days.
 Later thet evening Gale goes eI<atfng on ihe river. goes through the fec and is rescued by BRIAN WESTAGOllE, whose fa- fT,eP. now dead, built the mill. lIfiam asks GaIc tO wait while iIe gets bis car but when Inc returns She ls gone.
 Brian has come home after two years in Paris, convinced hc can never become an artist and ready tO RO to work in the nIili V9CkY THATCHER. daughter 0f ROBERT THATCHER, gem eral manager of the mill, schemes to captlvatc Brian.
 Brian sees Gale in the mill. recognizes her and tx anazed to find she Is m cmpIOyr. VIcky telephones that her car has
 
 come for her. On thc ride back into town they witness street fight.
 Vicky said. "what is 1t Brian? Whats happenedT
 sT don't know" he told her. but Tllsfind out" He opened the door of sthe car and stepped into the street. The two men were on their feet now. One was a slender fellow, haUess, wearing soiled working clothes. He said something and the other broader. heavily-built - lunged forward. The blow missed. Someone shouted profnncly and q man in front moved so that Brian could not see what was happening. < Brian asked a boy on the side walk, Who are they?"
 The youngstcr stared. Ed Vogcl an Phil Henderson" he said. He mumbled the names, slurred them almost unintellIgibly.
 Do they work in the mili?"
 'gure." The boys eyes became wary. With n sudden movement he wrikgled forward, disappeared in the group of men.
 Brian moved go he could see the tw0 In the street. They had scpa- rated. Suddenly they sprang to- Getl1er and there was n sharp oath and another, as the stout mans fist jabbed into the others face. Three times. Savagcly. Cutting the fiesb. The younger man fought back, but less effectively. There was blood on his face now; his clothing was torn.
 But he kept on hitting. The slen- der body was aNtlynamo-whirling. slashing, now landing blows. now missing them. The stout mans fist amAshed against the others stom- ach. driving him back. IL wasn't fair fight: 1t wasn't anything like it.
 Brian stepped nearer. Somebody stop them" he shouted. Why doesn't somebody-?"
 4 man wearing n battered black hat turned and looked at Brian There was no change in the ex- preesion on the mans face but he edged away. Another turned and without word spoken, Brian felt the eyes of all of them on him. There was something about tho way these men looked at him that was disturbing. Almost as though they hated minor was 1t fear7 Something he couldn't under stand. couldn't have put into words if he'd tried.
 A hoarse voice called, Ed Phi1!" and then other voices joined in. coarse, excited. furtivc. The crowd was breaking apart. A big man with q rcd face forced his way between the two fighters. Others were there, too now, keep ing the two apart. Talking, Gcstur- ing.
 Tho slim youth tried to push them aside, to get his arms free. He was breathing heavily and his eyes flashed.
 Let me go." His voice was al- most a sob. "Get away from me. Let me-"
 The stout man cut in with stream of oaths. ending abruptly as his eyes fell on Brian WcstInore.
 The youth continued to try to free himself. Let me Bo!" he cried again and then, to the stout man. "Come on and fight, If you aren't afraid! I'll knock your lying teeth The rest was lost as q voice cut In. ''Hey--cop's comin'" : Vogel turned and made for the