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week, and her green sister, five. After people to a non-union shop? I knew two weeks Mollie's sister began to give that the board was created by the out as much work as Mollie herself, Union and the Manufacturers' Assobut she still got the same pay, for she ciation, and had nothing to do with was called a learner, and a learner was the non-union shops. only raised every season.

I called Sunday morning when we came to Mollie's attention to it. She spoke to work (we did not work Saturdays), the the foreman about her sister getting foreman had some news for us. He a raise, but she was only laughed at. informed us that the boss was going Both of us decided to report to the to change the week-work system for union office and ask their help. We piece-work right after Labor Day. All were now six girls who were ready to the girls, with the exception of a few, join the Union, and we thought we'd were shocked with the news. As the get the rest later on.

foreman would always tell them that On a Friday evening, it was just a they did not deserve the money they week before Labor Day, we went down were getting, they feared that on pieceto the union office. There by the com- work they would make still less. plaint window of the independent At one o'clock, when we went down, department, I gave full information I tried to comfort the girls. I told them about our shop and asked, if possible, that now was the fittest time to make to have a committee sent to take us a union shop; that we would get a down on strike, so that we would get price committee to settle prices; and I the people to join the Union and then assured them that they would make put our demands before the boss. The twice as much as they made till now. man by the window promised to at- On my way home, I thought of the tend to it.

change the boss was going to make. I Every day of the next week I waited also reminded myself that I read in for a committee, but such did not come. the Saturday's paper that the ManuOn Wednesday evening I went to the facturers' Association sent out letters Union again. The man by the window to all its members who practiced the told me they were too busy, that we week-work system and informed them have to be patient enough and wait. that by the request of the Union, they

On the next morning, when I sat by have to change their system to piecemy machine, two strange men, to- work. gether with the old boss, entered the My boss must belong to the bosses' shop. They looked all around, tried the association, then,' said I to myself, for lights, made some remarks about the he would not have had his system windows and the sink. The girls all changed so suddenly. And how could wondered what it could be. I surely he have those men from the Board of thought they were people from the Sanitary Control, if he was not a memUnion, and told the girls so; but they ber of the association? The more I were not, for in a few minutes we were thought of it, the more I concluded told to stand up and march out when a that it must be so. whistle will blow. Later I learned that On Tuesday morning when we came they were sent from the Board of San- in to work (Monday we were off), the itary Control to make fire-drills with foreman made the preparations for the

change. As we sat waiting for work, I I was puzzled. How does the Board converted Mollie to my thought. She of Sanitary Control come to send her shared my opinion, and we made up VOL. 121- NO. 3

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our minds to go right after work to the Three dollars a week in addition to Union and find out.

scoldings! You make them believe that In the evening we went over to the they are not worth even that much.' Union. By the complaint window of I was enraged, and gave freedom to the association department, I found all my feelings, which were heaped up that my boss really was a member of for the six weeks I worked in there. If the association. Now when I made the foreman had not interrupted me, sure that he was, I feared no more to God knows how much longer I would be fired. I was a member of the Union have spoken; but he stopped me. and they could not discharge me for 'Look here,' he said, 'I thought you union activity.

were a nice, respectable girl. I did not So when I came in the next morning think you could be so fresh. We don't to work, I walked over to the foreman want you to make trouble in this shop. and told him all I knew about the boss, If you don't like it, you can go. You the change of system, and the shop, are only a new hand in here. Those and that now if he wants us to work girls are working in here more than a piece-work, he must send for a man year, some more than two years, and from the Union to settle prices for us; they never spoke to me like that. I otherwise we would not work.

was to them like a father — and they 'll The foreman stood looking at me in admit it, too. I did not think you'll embarrassment. To him everything have the nerve to agitate the people came unexpectedly. He knew nothing against me and the boss!' of our preparations, and my explana- All the girls were sitting by their tion took him unawares.

machines shivering like leaves. They 'Who told you to go to the Union, were afraid the boss would fire them you foolish kid? The boss has nothing wholesale. For the first time in my life to do with the Union with all those I saw such cowards as they were. When fakers! It is true that the boss belongs the foreman turned to them, asking if to the association, but what do you they have anything to say, they all need the Union for? The poor girls bowed their heads, don't have enough to eat; how could 'See,' he said to me, 'nobody cares they afford to pay dues and fill the for a union but you. Take my advice union leaders' pockets?'

and go to the machine and mind your I was tired of that song already, I own business! We'll fix up the price heard it so many times from different without a man from the Union.' bosses and foremen; so I stopped him All that time the boss stood at the in the middle of his inspiration.

door of his office and listened to every"Please,' said I, don't mix the lead- thing. It seemed that he made up his ers in. I never saw them and they have mind to leave all to the foreman, for nothing to do with our present de- he said not a word. In half an hour mands! We ourselves want to have a later he came out, and passing through union shop. Your boss cares to belong the tables, addressed the foreman. to a bosses' association, we care to be- “What was the noise you made this long to a workers' organization! Be- morning? You know that I don't like sides, if you are so kind and sorry for trouble in my shop. If there is any girl the girls, why don't you pay them for in here who is displeased, let her go. their worth? You always hurry them, Nobody keeps her in here. I want no rush them. You drive them like slaves, market in here.' and what are you giving them in return? He spoke in a way as if he knew not

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who that girl was, though he saw me 'Who are you to make rules in here, speaking to the foreman.

you little kid? You are only a child, The foreman pointed to me.

What do you know about rules? Do “There she is! She wants to call the you think you are dealing here with people on strike. She is the one who Russian Cossacks? Go to Russia and keeps them back from work.'

fight with the Cossacks! I would not Now I stood up.

allow you to make me revolutions in 'I don't keep them back from work!' the shop and spoil the people!' cried I, 'but we have a right to know In that choking atmosphere, workwhat we are working for. When we ing by gaslight, which inflamed the were week-workers, we knew how much eyes so badly (almost all the girls had we were getting; now we are piece inflamed eyes from the gaslight), with workers, and we also want to know not a single ray of sunshine all day, how much we can earn. It is not more there we sat and worked for others. I than right we should know.' Then I often, sitting in the shop and working added, 'Don't you know that in each by the gaslight, forgot that there is a protocol shop there should be a chair- sun, which gives warmth to the world, man and price committee from the which gladdens so many lives with its workers to settle prices with the boss?' light, which brings light and happiness He grew mad.

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(To be concluded)

ACCORDING TO CODE

BY KATHERINE MAYO

FIRST SERGEANT STour of A Troop him. Sometimes, when he turns his becomes his name like any hero of head to right or to left, his head sticks English ballad. First Sergeant Stout is fast that way until he takes it between towering tall, and broad and sinewy in his two hands and lifts it back again; proportion. There is not a meagre and the reason is that he carries a bulthing about him, from his heart and let close to his spinal cord, lodged behis smile to the grip of his hand, tween the first and second vertebræ. whether in strangle-hold or in greeting. Once on a time, Sergeant Stout had Just as he stands, he might have charge of a sub-station in the town roamed the woods with Robin Hood, of Unionville, County Fayette. And or fought on the field of Crecy in the among those days came a night when, morning of the world.

at exactly a quarter past ten o'clock, But First Sergeant Stout has one the sub-station telephone rang deterpeculiarity which in the morning of minedly. the world could never have marked There was nothing novel in this,

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since the sub-station telephone was al- he's drunk he's awful. I could n't preways determinedly ringing, day and tend to handle him -- it would n't be night, to the tune of somebody's safe. Like 's not he'd hurt me. But troubles. But this time the thing was you' - As if struck by a new thought, vicariously expressed; or, you might the constable suddenly stopped in his call it, feebly conglomerate. ·

tracks to turn and stare at the serThe constable of the village of Re- geant. 'Why, you — why, I thought public held the wire. He complained you'd bring a squad!' that one Charles Erhart, drunken and ‘To arrest one man?' the sergeant violent, had beaten his wife, had driven inquired gravely. “Well, you see we're her and their children out of doors, rather busy just now, so we have to and was now entrenched in the house spread ourselves out.' with the black flag flying.

They were walking rapidly through ‘She's given me a warrant to arrest the midnight streets, turning corners, the man, but I can't do it,' said the here and again, into darker and narconstable. 'He'll shoot me if I try. So rower quarters. The ring of their steps I thought some of you fellers might like stood out upon the silence with a lone to come over and tackle him.'

and chiseled clarity, as though all the The sergeant looked at his watch. rest of the world had fled to the moon. "The trolley leaves in fifteen minutes, Yet, to the constable's twittering mind

' said he. 'I'll be up on that.'

that very silence teemed with a hor. The trolley left Unionville at half rible imminence. The blackness in after ten, reaching Republic, the end each succeeding alley seemed coiled to of the line, just one hour later.

leap at him. He dared neither to face 'Last run for the night,' the motor- it nor to leave it at his back. man remarked as they sighted the His gait began to slacken, to falter. terminus.

At last he stopped. 'I guess I'll leave 'I know. And I've only about half you here.' — He flung out the words in an hour's business to do here. Then a heap, as if to smother his scruples. I'd like to get back. Do you think you 'You just go on down the street, then could wait?'

take the second turn to the left, and 'Sure,' said motorman and conduc- the house is on the far side — third tor together. 'Glad to do it for you, from the corner. You can't miss it. sergeant.

And my lumbago 's coming on so fast Hovering in the middle of the road, I guess I'll have to get home to bed. at the 's-far-'s-we-go' point, hung the Glad you came, anyway. Good-night constable a little man, nervous and to you.' deprecatory. Religious pedagogy would "Wait a moment,' said the sergeant. have been more in his line than the 'If you are not coming along, I want enforcement of law. Now he was de- to see the woman before I go farther.' pressed by a threatened lumbago, and The constable indicated the teneby the abnormal hours that his duty ment house in which the fugitive famwas laying upon him. Also he was ily had taken refuge. Then he whisked worried by the present disturbance in around, like a rabbit afraid of being his bailiwick, and therefore sincerely caught by its long ears, and vanished relieved to see an officer of the State into the dark. Police.

Mrs. Erhart, nursing a swollen eye 'He's a bad one, that Charlie Er- and a cut cheek, clutching a moaning hart, at the best of times. And when baby in her arms and with a cluster of

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half-clad, half-starved, wholly fright- evil-visaged hulk of a man. His eyes ened and miserable children shivering were red, inflamed with rage and drink; around her, narrated her tale without his breath came in gusts, like the breath reserve. The single little lamp in the of an angry bull. room, by its wretched light, showed her You would, would you! You — battered face in tragic planes. Her bloody

bloody — Cossack! I'll learn you to voice was hoarse, hard, monotonous. interfere with the rights of an honest She had no more hope

no more illu- laboring man in his home!' sion no more shame.

He held his right hand behind him 'He has tried to kill us all, me and as he spoke. Now he jerked it forward, the children - often. He does n't get helpless drunk. He gets mad drunk. With a jump the sergeant grabbed Some day he will kill us, I guess. him, wrenched the revolver out of his There's naught to prevent him. Do I grip, and, though the other struggled want him arrested? Yes, sir, I do that! with all his brute strength, forced him He's tried to take our lives this very steadily down to the floor. Then, with

ight. And he's keeping us out of all practiced touch, he made search for the home we've got — all the home further weapons, and was already lockwe've got. But' – and she looked up ing the handcuffs on the wrists of the

— with a sudden strange flicker of feeling prostrate prisoner when a voice from

a akin to pride — 'I reckon he'll kill you beyond made him raise his head. if you try to touch him, big as you are. Opposite the back entrance, on the He sure will! Erhart's a terror, he is! other side of the kitchen, an open doorAnd to-day he's cut loose for a fact.' way framed the blackness of the front

Armed now with an indisputable room. That doorway had been empty. justification for entering the house, But now, around its casement, and to Sergeant Stout went ahead with his the left as the sergeant faced it, proerrand. The place, when he found it, jected a long, dully gleaming bar, proved to have a narrow passageway the barrel of a rifle, — while behind, running from the street to its back door. faint against the night within, showed

Sergeant Stout, taking the passage- the left hand and the left eye of the way, walked quietly round to the back gunman. door and knocked.

‘You!' he had called, having already "Who's there?'

brought his rifle to bear. And the serState Police.'

geant, stooping above his fallen assail*You don't get in!'

ant, had looked up in quick attention. The voice was loose, flat, blaring The gunman had wanted a better mark a foolish, violent voice.

a full front face to fire at. He had it The sergeant set his shoulder against

so he blazed away. The bullet the door. It groaned, creaked, splin- struck fair between the trooper's eyes, tered, gave way, opening directly into tearing through to the spine. the kitchen. Confusion filled the place. But because he had chanced to reBroken furniture, smashed dishes, ceive it in that very position, stooping messes of scattered food, made in the and looking up with his head halfsmudgy lamp's dim light a scene to be raised, the charge had spared the chamgrasped at a glance. But there was no ber of the brain, passing along its time to look about. Directly at hand, lower wall. The shock, nevertheless, half-crouching, lurching sidewise for was terrific. the spring of attack, lowered a big, Sergeant Stout, rightly named, never

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