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THE OMAIIA DAILY BEEt SUNDAY, AUGUST 17, 1002.
By W. A. PHASER.
Attir of "Tfet Outcast," Mooiwfc" and Otbcr Stories.
(Coarrtght, a, by MeClure, FhlUIpe A Co.)
Jobs Porter Ml la the grandstand with bli
suel companion, Allla, beside him, the
Dutchman, lucretla and the other Ecllpee
Boreea passed down the broad spread ef the
straight Ecllpee courae to the fiYe-eod-ooe-aalf-furloag
Though Porter had mined the betttng. he
Intultlrelr ' felt the Joy. of an anticipated
wit. Only a true lorer of thoroughbred!
cm know aught of the mad tumult of exul
tation that twanga and vlbratee the tieart
trlnga aa a loved bora come bravely, gal
lentlr. out from the surging throng of hli
rivals, peerleaa and king of them all,
tretchtng hli tapering neck with eager
striving, and goea onward, paat the tribunal,
first and alone, the leader, the winner, the
one to be cheered of the many thousands
wrought to freoiy by hie eoaquest.
"Surely Lucretia will win today, father--doa't
you think eo?" naked A1IU; "I feel
that the will." "Bhe'a got a big weight up,"
ha answered. "She a a little bit of a thing,
aad It may drive her Into the ground com
ing down the Eclipse hill. I expect they'll
coma at a terrible Jog, too; they don't often
fceog back on that course."
Now that the betting worry and the worry
of getting aa honcat boy were over that
tba borate had gone to the post, and that
the race rested with Lucretia herself. Por
ter's mind had relaxed. Even at the time of
the struggle Itself tension hsd gone from
bin; be wae In a meditative mood, and epoke
on, weighing the chancea, with AU.s aa audl
eaee. "But they'll have to move corn to beat
the little mare's trial they'll make It In
record time If they head her, I think."
"Isn't the bora that beat her the other
day la, too, father V
"The Dutchman yes, but I fancy bis
owner la backing my mare."
"It wouldn't make any difference, though)
she'd beat him anyway. If I'm any Judge,
Allls felt a rustle at her elbow as though
someone wished to paaa between the aeats.
The faintest whiff of stephanotls came to
her oa the lasy summer air. Involuntarily
aha turned bar bead and looked for the
harsh-voiced woman who had bean verily
steeped In tbe aggressive odor the day of
Lausanne's triumph. Two burly men sat
behind her. They aurely did not affect per
fumery there was even a fair gale of cigar
origin, homing In their clothes. Higher up
tbe stand her eye sesrched four rows Jback
sat tho woman Alan had aald waa Langdon'a
alater. There was no forgetting the buoy
ant brilliancy of her apparel. But the al
most fancied sephyr of stephanotlc was
mingling with the rustle at her elbow; she
turned her head Inquiringly in that direc
tum, mii Crtss's' eyes peep e! r over
the stone wall of their narrow lids. He wss
standing In tho paasage Just beyond her
father, now looking wistfully at tho vacant
aeat on her left.
"Good afternoon. Miss Porter how are
you. Porter T May I alt here with you and
sea Lucretia win?"
"Coma in, coma In!" answered Porter,
"I waa sitting with some friends higher
up la the stand, when I saw you here and
thought I'd like to make one of the vic
, Allla knew who the friends were; the
clinging touch of stephanotls had coma
with blm, a falnt-volced mentor that sug
gested to her aa evil atmosphere.
Tha discrepancy in Crane's sentiments
jarred on Allla the atephsnotls bad be
trayed him most emphatically; that other
day this woman had been hla trainer's
sister, to ba recognised for polltlo pur
poets i today he hsd been sitting with
Topping tha rail In the distance, just
where the course kinked a little to the left,
Allla could see the blur of many colored
silks In the sunlight. .Then It seemed to
flatten down almost level with tbe rail, as
' the horses brosdened on to the earth In
racing spread, and tbe riders clung low to
tbe galloping colts for they had started.
- "There they come," said Crane. "What's
is th lead. Porter?"
porter did sot answsr. A man eould
have counted thirty before ba' ssid: "The
Dutchman's out In front a length, and
tbsy'ra coming down the hill like mad."
Allla felt her heart sink. Wss It to bs
tba same old story was there always tobe
something in front of Lucretia?
"Where la your mare?" Crane asked.
Hla own. glasses lay Idly In his lap.
Though ha spoke of the race. It waa curious
that bis eyes were watching tbe ffay of
Allla features, as hope and despair fought
their old human-torturing fight over again
la bar heart.
"Now she's ' coming!" Portsr's voice
sjasde Crane Jump; he had almost for
gotten tbe race. To bis close-calculating
mind It bad been aettled days before. The
Dutchman would not win, and Lucretia waa
tha beat of tho others why worry?
Tbsy wsre standing now everybody was.
"Now, my beauty, they'll have to gallop."
Porter was saying.
Tbsy were close up. and Crane could see
that Lucretia had got to tha bay colt's
bssd, and he wss dying away. He smiled
cynically aa he watched Westley go to
the whip an the Dutchmen, with Lucretia
bait a length In the lead. Most certainly
Langdon waa an excellent trainer; the
Dutchman was Just good enough to last
Into second- place, and Lucretia bad won
handily. What a win Crane bad had.
A little smothered, gasp distracted bis
momentary thought of puecees. and, tura
lag quickly, he aay tears In a pair of gray
ayes that were act In a smiling face.
"Like a babe oa hla neck I waa sobbing."
tamo back to Crass out of the poem Allla
"I congratulate you. Miss Porter," be
said,' raising hla hat. Then be turned and
held out his band to her father, . ssrlogi
narrow way. As ha moved along slowly
he preeently bed knowledge of a presence
at h'e side a familiar presence. Raising
bis eyes from a contemplation of the heels
In front of him he ssw Belle Langdon.
She nodded with patronising freedom.
"I loet you." ebs said.
"I was sitting with some friends here,"
"Tea, I ssw her." sho commented, point
endly. At that Instant one of tha atout men la
front aald, with a bear'a snarl: "Well,
thst's tba worst ever; I've seen some Jobs
in my time, but this puts It over anything
'Didn't you back the little mare?" a thin
voice squealed. It was the tout.
"Back notbln'l Tha laat .time out aha
tbe wlae-man, "so" eoon's t ssw a snove
today from tha wise guys In tbe ring, I
plumped for the msrs toot sweet.' "
Whit aa extraordinary thing msnipula-
tloa waa, Craae mused, ss be listened; also
bow considerable of aa in the public wss
la Ita theoretical wisdom.
Then tbs three men drifted awsy to fol
low soma new toy balloon of erratic pos
sibilities, snd Crane wound through the
narrow paassge which led to the psddock.
There be encountered Langdon.
"Ha dlda't run a very good borss, sir,"
begsn tba trainer.
"I thought otherwise," replied Crsne,
measuring tho Immediate vicinity of listen
ers. "I hsd to drsw It a bit fins," declared
Langdon, with apologetic remonstrance.
Running second is always bad business,
except in a selling race," ratorted hla mas
ter. "I've got to think of myself," growled
Langdon. "If he'd been beat off, there'd
been trouble; tho stewards hsvs got the
other rsea la their crop a bit yet.
"I'm not blaming you, Langdon; only I
waa a trifle afraid that you were going to
beat Porter's mare. He's a friend of mine
and needed a wla badly. I'm not exactly his
fsther confessor, but I'm his banker, which
amounts to pretty much the earns thing."
"What about the horse, sir?" ssked the
they step, t bet Diablo Ml quit right there;
he's done It three or four times."
"He was the Disking of a great horse aa
a 1-year-old. wasn't be. Andy?"
"They rsld a long price for him. if that's
any line; but I think be never waa no good.
It don't matter how faat a borsa Is if ba
"I've sn Idea Dlsblo'U be a good horse
yet," mused Porter. "Tea can't make a
alow horns gsllop, but there's a chance of
curing a horse's temper by kind treatment.
I've noticed that a squealing pig generally
runs like the devil whea ho takes it Into
"Plablo's a squealing pig if there aver
waa one," growled Dixon.
They bad reached the track stable, and,
Se If by a mutual instirct, the two men
walked ou till they stood In front of Lau
"He's a good enough looker, ain't bs?"
commented Dixon, as be dipped under tha
door bar. went Into the stall and turned the
horse about. "He's the picture of bis old
sire, Laztsrone," be continued, looking the
horse over critically; "an a damned sight
bigger rogue, though tbe old one waa bad
enough. La na rone won the Suburban with
blinkers on his hesd, bandages oa bis legs,
an' Ood knows what In hla stomach. lie
wss second In the Brooklyn that sams
year. I've always heard bs was a mule, an'
I guess this one got It all, an' none of tha
"TOU WERE HYPNOTIZE THAT DAY. MR. FATJST, 80 WAS THE JUDGE. LAU Z ANNE DIDN'T BEAT ANYTHING.'
couldn't untrack herself; an' today she
somes, without any pull In the weight, and
wlna In a walk from the Dutchman; and
, didn't he beat her Just as easy tho other
Bella Langdon looked Into Crane'a face,
and her eyes were smeared with a look of
reciprocal meaning. Crane winced. How
aggresalvsly obnoxloua tha half-tutored
girl, mlatreaa of many gay frocks, could
make herself. There waa an Implied crime
partnership In hsr glance which revolted
him. Dick Langdon must have talked In
his own home. . ..
Crane's" conscience well, he hardly had
one, perhapa; at leaat It waa alwaya sub
servient; to put (t in another way, tha
retrospect of bis msntpulated diplomacy
never bothered him, but tbla gratultoua
sharing in hie evil triumph was disquiet
ing. The malicious glitter of the girl's
email, black eyca contrasted strongly with
the honest, unaffected look that was for
ever in the big, tranquil eyea of Allls.
' They wre just si the head of the steps
and the tout was saying to the fat expostu
lator. 'I could hav put you next: 1
steered a big better on ho won a thousand
over the mare. I saw Boston's betting man
bavin' an old time play, an' I knew it waa
a lead-pipe cinch. He's a aura thing bet
tor, he la; odds don't make no difference to
him, the shorter the better that's when bla
owu boy'a got the mount."
"It's all right to be wise after the race,"
grunted tbe fat man.
"O'wan! tha atable didn't have a penny
on Lucretia laat time; an' what do you
suppose msds hsr favorite today?" queried
the tout derisively. "It took a bar'l of
money," he continued, full bf hla own
logical deductions, "an I'll bet Porter
cleaned up twenty thousand. Hs's a pretty
slick cove, Is oil 'Honest John,' if you ask
i Ths girl at Crane's side cackled a laugh.
"He's funny, lsi't be?" she said, nodding
her big plumed hat In the direction of tbe
"He's a talkative fool!" muttered the
banker, shortly. "The steps are clear on
the other side. Miss Langdon; you cau get
down there. I've got to go Into the pad
dockyou'll excuao me."
Being vicious out of -emptiness for the
fun of the thing hnd never appealed to
Crane; be raced, as he did everything elss
to win. If other men suffered that -was the
play of fate. He never talked about these
tblnga himself, almost dlillked to think of
them. He fumed his back on Belle Lang
don and want down ths rlght-hsnd steps.
Oa the grsss sward at the bottom be
atopped for an Instant to lools across .at the
Three mca had Juat come out from the
refreshment bar under the etsnd. They,
were pcssesied of many things; gold of the
bookmakers In their pockets, and Its ever
attendant exhilaration In their hearta. One
of there had cracked a bottle of wine at the
bar, aa a tribute to tbe exceeding awiftuess
of Lucretia. for he bad won plentifully. At
that particular stage there was nothing left
but to talk It over, and they talked.
Crane, avarlcleua. unhesitating In his
fighting, devoid of sympathy, wss not of the
eavesdropping class, but aa hs stood there.
I'm glad you've woo. Porter I though.; bo was aa much a part of the other tuen'a
you would. The Dutchman quit' whea he
"It wasn't tbe colt's fault he was short."
aald Porter. "I shouldn't, like to have
baraea la that maa'e stable be'a too good
a iralaer fcr-me."
There was a marked emphasis on Porter'a
words; be was trying to give Crsne a
"You mesa It's a esse of strawberries?"
"Well, I know It takes a lot of eaodts
to find a lost qusrter," remarked Porter,
Somewhat ambiguously. Then be added. "1
must go dowa and thank Dixon; I gueas
tbla la bla annual day tor smiling."
"I'm coming., too. tather," aald Allla; "I
waat to thank Lucretia. and giro her a
kiss, brsvs llttls sweetheart."
After Allla and her father had left Crane
be eat for a minute or two waiting for the
trowd of people that blocked tha page
wsy aftsr sack race to liter dowa oa the
lawa. The way aeemed clearer prescatly
and Crass, rising, fell In behind a knot of
loud-talking men. Tbe two af large pro
portions, who bsd sat behind Allls. wre
Ilka bugs gate poels Jammed there la the
ci'nirrnnon as mougo ne naa been a
fourth member ot the brotherhood.
"I tell you none of these trainers ain't
In It lth a gentleman owner whea he
takea to racin'. Vhon a man of bratna
takes to runnln' koraea aa a-profesh. he's
gen'rally a Jim Dandy." It waa bs of ths
wlns-epenlng. who let fall theae worda of
"D'you mean Porter, Jim?" asked number
two of the trio.
"Maybe that'a bis name. An' hs put it
sll ever Mister Langdon this trip."
"As how?" queried ths othsr.
"Last tines be runs his mere, she's got
core la her feel the whole Journey, an' all
the time he owns the winner, Lausanne,
see? buys blm before they go out. Thea
Largdca thinks lbs Dutchman'a the goods,
an' buya him at a faaey price gives a bale
ft lone 'goods for him I'vs got It straight
bit be parted with flftea thouol Tha
ths gentleman owner, Hoaeat Joha, urns
tbe trick with Lucretia, an' makca the
Diitchmaa look like a aellln' plater."
"I jus Laagdon'U feel pretty alck,"
bssarded number three.
'"I'd bea watcbla' the game," continued
""We'll see later on. Let blm go easy foi
the present." , ,
"I wonder what he meant by that," Lang
don mused to himself, aa Crane moved
away. "He don't make nobody a present ot
a race for love." Suddenly he stumbled upon
a solution of the enigma. "Well I'm damned
if that wasn't slick; be give mo the
straight tip to leave Porter to him to let
him do tbe plannln'; I see."
Porter waa an eaay man with his horses.
Though he could not afford, because of hla
needa, to work out hla theory, that two-year-olds
should not bo raced, yet he
utilised It as far as possible, by running
them at longer intervals than waa general.
"I'll atart tbe little mare about once mors
this season," he told Dtxon. "The babca
can't cut teeth and grow, and fight It out
in punishing races, on dusty bay and hard
shelled oats, when they ought to be picking
grass in an open field. She's too good a
beast to do up In her young days. The
Assassins made good S-year-olds and the
little mare's dam. Maid of Rome, wasn't
much her first year out only won once
but aa a 8-year-old she won three out of
four starts and the fourth year never lost
a race. Lucretia ought to be a great mare
next year. If I lay her by early this season.
8be'e In a couple ot stakes at Gravesend
and Sheepshead, and we'll just tit her Into
tha softest spot."
"What about Lausanne?" asked the
trainer; "I'm afraid be'a a bad horse."
"How Is hs doing?"
"He's stale. He'a a bad doer doesn't
clean up hla oata, an' mopes."
"I guess that killing finish with the
Dutchman took the life out of him. That
sort of thing often aettlea a aoft-hearted
horse for all time."
"I don't think it was the race, air," Dixon
replied; "they Just pumped the cocaine into
him till he waa fair blind drunk; he must
a' awallowed the bottle. I give him a ball,
a bran .mash, and Lord knowa what all,
an' the poison's workln' out ot htm. He's
all breakln' out In lumpa; you'd think he'd
been atung by bees."
"I never heard ot such a thing," com
mented Porter. "A man that would dope a
1-year-old ought to be ruled off, sure."
"I think ycu oughter make a kick, sir,"
said Dixon, hesitatingly.
"I don't. When I aqueal, Andy, It'll be
when there's nothing but the voice left.
I bought a horse from a man onoe, Juat aa
he atood. I happened to know ths horse,
and said I didn't want any Inspection
dlda't want to see htm, but bought h'm ss
I say. just ss hs stood. When I went to the
stable to get him he wasn't worth much,
Andy he was dead. Perhaps I might have
made a kick about his not standing up, but
"Well, str, I'm tblnkln' Lauzsnne's a
dsuced sight worse'n a dead horae; he'll
eostl more trying to win with him."
" I dare aay you're tight, but he can gal
lop a bit"
"Whea be'a primed."
"No dope for me, Andy. I never ran a
dope horss and never will I'm too fond of
them to poison them."
"I'll freshen him up a bit, sir, and well
give him a try In a aay or two. Would you
mind puttln' him la a aellln' race he cost
"He couldn't win anything else, and If
anybody wanta to claim him they can."
"I thought of starting Diablo In that mile
handicap: be'a In pretty light. He's about
all we've got ready."
"All right. Dixon." Porter replied. "It
may be that we've broke our bad luck with
tbe little mare."
Tbey were atandlng in the paddock dur
ing this conversation. It waa In ths fore
noon. Dixon hsd come over to the secre
tary's offlcs to ses about some entries he
fors II o'clock. When tbs trainer haj
finished his business ths two men walked
across ths couise and Infield to atable 12,
where Dixon had his homes. As they
passed over the "Wlster course." as the
circular track was called. Dlxoc pointed to
tae dip aear tbe lower far turn.
"It's a deuced fuuy thing," he said,
apeaklng rcmlnUcentiy, "but that little
hollow there aettiea more horses than tha
last fifty yards of ths finish; it seems to
make the soft cds remember that they're
i ruaclA' wbea. ibey get that change, aa'
"How doea he work with the others?"
"Runs a bit an' then cuta It won't try
a yard. Of course he'a alck from that dope,
an' the othera are a bit faat for him. If
we put him in a aellln' race, cheap, he'd
have a lightweight an' might do better."
Porter walked on to Lucretla'a stall and
the trainer continued In a monologue to
Lausanne: "You big slob! You're a counter
felt, If there ever was one. But Til stand
you a drink juat to get rid ot you; I'll put a
bottle of whiaky Inside your vest day after
tomorrow, an' If you win p'rps somebody
'II buy you." . .
Lausanne aid not answer it a - a way
horses have. It la doubtful It bla mind
quite grasped tbe situation, even. That
neither Dixon, nor Langdon, nor the jockey
beys understood him he knew not clearly.
but approximately enough to Increase hla
stubbornness, to rouse his resentment. They
had not even atudled out the pathology ot
his descent sufficiently well to give blm a
fair show to train him intelligently. They
remembered that his sire, Lazxarone, bad
a bad temper; but they forgot that he was
a stayer not given to sprinting. Even
Lauzanne's dam, Brlc-a-Brac, was foad of
a long route, was better at a mile and a
halt then five furlongs.
Lauzanna knew what had come to him of
genealogy, not In hla mind ao much aa In
his muscles. They were strong but s'.ug
glah, not active but non-tlrlng. Langdon
had raced Lausanne with sprinting colts
and when they ran away from him at the
start he had been unequal to tha task of
overhauling them in the ahort S-year-old
run of half a mile. Then tbe wise man
bad ssid that Lauzanne's courage was at
fault; the jockeys had called It laslness,
snd applied tbe whip. And out ot all thla
uselessness, this unthinking philosophy, the
colt bad come with a aoured temper.
broken belief in hla masters "Laussnns,
"Porter's trust thst bis Ill-luck had been
changed by a win waa a faith of ahort lite,
for Diablo waa moat emphatically beaten la
And then came the day of forlorn hope,
the day of Lauzanne'a disgrace, inasmuch
ss it degrsduated blm Into the aelltng-
Bad horae aa Langdon knew Lausanne to
be It occurred to blm that Porter bsd
planned a clever coup. He had an Interview
with Crane over the aubject, but his maatsr
did not at all share tbe trainer's belief.
"What price would Lucretia or the Duteb
man be In with the same lot?" Langdon
as sea, argumentattvely.
"About one to tea," Crane replied. "But
the cheatnut'a beating them bad no bsar
Ing on tbla race. From what I see of Mr.
Dixon, I don't at all class him with you
as a trainer he hasn't the same rs
Langdon atood silent, sullenly turning
over in h'.s mind this doubtful compliment
l m not sure," continued the banker,
out that having stuck Porter with
Lauzanna, you shouldn't give him a blm
about well, as to whst course ot prepare
tlon wculd make Lausanne win a race for
him. The ordinary diet of oata la hardly
ailmulatlng enough for auch a sluggish
Langdon frowned. If Crane bad not been
quite ao strong, quite so full of unexpressed
power, he would bave rebelled at the aa
sertica that be tad stuck Porter; but be
answered, and bis voice struggled between
aspsrlty and deprecation. "There ain't no
call for me to give that stable any point'
srs; Porter put It to me pretty atralghl
thst the horse hsd been helped."
"And what did you ssy?" blsndly inquirsd
' Told blm to go to hell."
This wssn't exactly truthful as we
remember the Interview, but Its terseness
appealed to Crane, and be smiled as hs
said: "Porter probably won't take your ad
vice, Langdon; be'a stubborn enough at
times. And even If he does know that that
Lsussnne requires special treatment, he
won't Indulge him he'a got a lot of eld
fashioned ides'a about racing. So you see
lauianns la a bad betting proposition."
After Langdon hd left, Ciaaa'a tLwvebt
dwelt On the aubject they had Juat dla-
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The original Dr. Cook that others try to
Imitate. My treatment can only be had
at my office. (Established 1884.)
Hours: 8 a. m. to 8 p. m.
Sundays, 10 a. m. to 12:30 p. m.
COOK MEDICAL CO.
110-112 So. 14th St.. Omaha.
()yr Dally Hew)
is certainly bad business," he mused; "but
the public will reason Just as Langdon does.
And what's bad for the backers is good for
the layers; I must see Fsust."
'You had better make a book to beat
Lausanne," Crane said to Jakey Faust,
juat before business had commenced In the
ring that afternoon.
The Cherub stared In astonishment; his
eyes bpened wide. That waa nearly the
limit of hla fat little face's expression, no
matter what the occaalon.
"You ood own liiui uuw, do you, sir?"
he blurted out, with unthinking candor.
"I do not."
"He'a dropped Into a aoft spot hs rates
best In the percentage card."
"Figures sometimes He," commented
"Every handlcapper tips him to win."
"They're all broke because of their
. "Tbe books il mark him up first choice."
. "ttiat'a why it will be worth while play
ing the field to beat him."
"He's la with a gang ot mute today, an'
he beat some crackerjacka laat time out."
"You were hypnotized that day, Mr.
Faust; ao waa the judge; Lausanne didn't
"Didn't beat what the bell didn't the
chestnut get tbe verdict?"
"He did; but" and Crane looked at
Faust with patient toleration of bla lack
. The Cherub waited for an explanation ot
the contradictory remarks. But be might
have waited indefinitely Crane had quite
finished. The Cherub raiaed hla little round
eyes, that were like glass alleys, green and
red and blue-streaked, to the other'a face
Inquiringly, and encountered a pair ot pene
trating orbs peering at him over some aort
of a mask the face that sustained tbe eyea
waa certainly a mask aa expresalonless.
Then It came to Jakey Fauat that there was
nothing left to do but fill the Lauzsnne
column in hla book with tbe many beta
that would come hla way and make much
Crane watched Lausanne go lazily, slug
gishly down to tbe post for his race. He
knew tbe borae's moods; tbs walk of the
chestnut waa tbe Indifferent stroll of a
horse that la thinking only ot hla dinner.
"They've given him nothing," tbe banker
muttered to blmaelf; "the heavy-headed
brute won't try a yard. But he'll fight the
boy when be tried to ride him out."
The whiaky that Dixon had surrepti
tiously given Lautsnne had been Inefficacious
as so much ginger beer; and In tbe race
Lausanne drew back out of the bustle and
clash ef the striving horses as quickly as
be could. In vain bla jockey uaed whip and
spur; Lauianns atmply put hie ears back,
switched his tall, and loafed along, a dozen
lengtha behind hla Held,
In the straight hs made up a little of
the loet ground, but be waa securely out
ot ths money at tha finish..
Fate still aat and threw the dice aa he
had tor many moona nothing for John Por
ter and a six for Philip Crane.
(To Be Continued.)
LABOR AND I.NUISTRY.
The National Malleable Castings company
of Toledo increased their. 1,600 employes'
wsges 10 per cent.
Loa Angeles will organise a union labor
party, advocating the political demanda of
the American Federation of Labor.
Labor Day. September 1, will probably be
choaen aa the date for a grand Jollification
In McKeesport, Pa., In honor of the pro
posed erection of the 110,000.000 tube works
Of "& unions, with an agaregste member
hip of 60,630, reporting the state of em
ployment to the American Federation of
Labor for the month of June, 1.2" were
without employmeSt. or 1 per cent. Thla
Is the lowest point reached so far this year.
Incidental to the western trip of the
executive council cornea the oldstory that
Samuel Oompera will not be re-elected at
the next convention at New Orleans in
Pecember. It la aald that the national
officers of several large organisations have
already talked the matter over and have
selected a new man tor the head of the
labor movement of the country, The man
generally favored la James Duncan, nrst
vice president, who. It la believed,, Is mora
aggrssslve than Mr. Oompera.
Terrenes V. Powderly, formerly head of
the Knlghte of Labor, and recently commis
sioner of Immigration, la now manager nf
an anthracite' coal mine in Pennsylvania.
"It la not a co-operative enterprise, in the
strict sense." he says, "but It has one
feature which carries out a life long theory
of mine. Every man who works In our
mines must be a stockholder. He either
takea stock or he geta no lob. He can buy
his shares absolutely on the 'ground floor'
basis; but mark you. it Is not given tn
him It's a plain caae of purchase and aale.
Then he becomes a sharer In the responsi
bilities aa well aa the profits of the enter
prise. I have alwaya held that when a
man la shoveling earth out ot a hole. If he
doesn't care any more about his work than
his shovel does, the chances are only even
ef his doing it well. But give him once
tne jeoiiiia iiiai iit uf ivn shovelful
belongs to him personally and hs'll not only
dl( many more shovelfuls out In a day, but
he'll take mighty good care that It's tbrowo
where U Is most needed."
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