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20 and 25c tooth brushes 10c
20 c new black combs . 10 c
25c Mennen’s Tal. Pow’r 15c
36 in. no name bleaching 7^c
Large size huck towels, 10c
8 c 3-4 percales . . 5c
12 l- 2 c solid chambrays, 7£c
Beautiful line organdies 10c
7 l-2c apron ginghams, 5c
10-4 heavy sheeting at, 24c
40 in. white linen lawn 10c
75c shirt waist silks . 49c
Hahutai silks, at . . 39c
27 inch black spot proof
china silk at . . 49c
1.50 yard wide guaran
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A beautiful line of silk
ginghams at, . . 25c
Embroideries – Laces.
Several Lots at Special Prices.
Lot No. i is a line of Cam
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at, . 15c
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HERE had been
rumors all win
t§ gineers ter that the were en
\“m. ei going to strike.
V-, Certainly we of
I* the operating
JML department
had warning
enough. Yet In
the tion rallron[d in sAme life quarter. there Is The always rnilroad fric
man sleeps like the soldier, with an
ear alert/but just the same he sleeps,
for with /waking comes duty.
Our engineers were good fellows. If
they link faults they were American
faults—rashness, a liberality bordering
on extravagance reaching and a headstrong, conclusions— vio
lent way of
traits /born of ability and self confi
dence and developed by prosperity.
One of the best men we had on a lo
comotive was Andrew Cameron; at the
same time he was one of the hardest
manage, because he was young and
^adstrong. Andy, a big, powerful fel
low, ran opposite Felix Kennedy on
the flier. The fast runs require young
men. If you will notice, you will rarely
see an old engineer on a fast passenger
run. Even a young man can stand only
a few years of that kind of work. High
speed on a locomotive is a question of
nerve and endurance—to put it bluntly,
a question of flesh and blood.
“You don’t think much of this strike,
do you, Mr. Reed?" said Andy to me
one night.
“Don’t think there’s going to be any,
Andy.”
He laughed knowingly.
“What actual grievance have the
boys?" I asked.
“The trouble's on the East End,” ho
replied evasively.
“Is that any reason for calling a
thousand men out on this end?”
“If one goes out, they ail go.”
•Would you go out?”
•Would I? You bet!”
“A man with a home and a wife and
a baby boy like yours ought to have
more sense."
QM^jteqnfldently. Getting up to leave, ho laughed
"That’s all right.
you fellows to terms.”
I reported ns he closed the
miLl hadn’t the slightest idea
ISAAC SILVER – BROTHER.
Our famous low prices have long: since crowned us victors over
our competitors, and our enviable reputation is rapidly spreading
over the country and distributing the tidings of good news to the
economical shopper.
Our buyers, Messrs. Isaac and Newman Silver have just returned
from New York—the world’s greatest dry goods market===and car
loads of desirable merchandise for spring and summer are pouring
in daily.
We say, without fear of contradiction, that we are
the only merchants of this markets, section of the country
who went direct to the who have labored
to get for the good people of: Screven county, the
best, newest and most up-to-date merchandise
for the lowest prices- We don’t believe in paying
to the drummers their expenses, and pay more for
goods, and get styles which are long played out.
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they wouia begin the attempt .uav
| uight. I was nt home and sound
[ asleep when the caller tapped on my
window. I threw up the sash; it
was pouring rain and dark as a pocket.
“What Is it, Barney? A wreck?”
I exclaimed.
"Worse than that. Everything's tied
up.”
“What do you mean?”
"The engineers have struck.”
"Struck? What time Is It?”
“Half past 3. They went out at 3
o’clock.” Throwing on my clothes, I
floundered behind Barney’s lantern to
the depot. The superintendent was
already In his offlce talking to the
master mechanic.
Bulletins came In every few minutes
from various points announcing trains
tied up. Before long we began to hear
from the East End. Chicago reported
all engineers out; Omahn wired no
trains moving. When the sun rose
that morning our entire system, ex
tending through seven states and ter
ritories, was absolutely paralyzed.
It was nn astounding situation, but
one that must be met. It meant either
an Ignominious surrender to the en
gineers or n fight to the death. For
our part, we had only to wait for
orders. It was just 0 o’clock when
the chief train dispatcher, who was
tapping nt a key, said:
“Here's something from headquar
ters."
We crowded close around him. His
pen flew across the clip; the message
was addressed to all division super
intendents. It was short, but nt the
end of it he wrote a name we rarely
saw in our offlce. It was that of the
railroad magnate we know as “the old
lnan," the president of the system, and
his words were few:
“Move the trains!”
I “Move the trains'” repeated the su
i perintendent. “Yes. but trains can't
lie .moved by pinch bars nor by main
force.”
We spent the day arguing with the
strikers. They were friendly, but firm,
Persuasion, entreaties, threats, we ex
hn listed and ended just where we be
gan, except that we had lost our tom
pers. The sun set without the turn of
a wheel, The victory of the first day
was certainly with the strikers.
SYLVANIA, SCREVEN COUNTY, GEORGIA, FRIDAY, MARCi 8, 1907.
■Next aay lt looked pretty blue around
tbo depot. Not a car was moved. The
engineers and firemen were a unit.
But the wires sung hard all that day
and all that night. Just before mid
night Chicago wired thnt No. 1—our
big passenger train, the Denver flier
had started out on time, with the su
perintendent of motive power as en
gineer and a wiper for fireman. The
message came from the second vice
president. He promised to deliver the
train to our division on time the next
evening, and he asked, “Can you get it
through to Denver?”
Wo looked at each other. At last all
eyes gravitated toward Neighbor, our
master mechanic. ,
The traln d.spa cher was ^aithg. ,
“\Vhat shall I say?” he asked^
The division chief of the m.tiye
er was a tremendously big
with a voice like a fog horn. Without
an Instant’s hesitation the answer came
clear;
“Say ‘yes’’ ’’
Every one of us started. It was
throwing the gage of battle. Our word
had gone out; the division was pledged;
the fight was on.
Next evening the strikers through
some mysterious channel got word that
the flier was expected. About 9 o’clock
a crowd of them began to gather round
the depot.
It was after 1 o’clock when No. 1
pulled In, and the foreman of the Oma
ha roundhouse swung down from the
locomotive cab. The strikers clustered
around the engine like a swarm of an
gry bees, but that night, though there
was plenty of jeering, there was no
actual violence. When V saw
Neighbor climb into the ca take
the run west there was n sullen si
lence.
Next day a committee of strikers,
with Andy Cameron, very cavalier, at
their head, called on mo.
“Mr. Reed,” said he officiously,
“we’ve come to notify you not to run
any more trains through here till this
strike’s settled. The hoys won’t stand
It. That’s all.” With that he turned on
his heel to leave with his following.
“Hold on, Cameron," I replied, rais
iug my hand as I spoke; “that’s not
quite all. 1 suppose you men repre
sent your grievance committee?”
S “Yes, sir.”
! “I happen to represent, in the sup
erintendent’s absence, the manage
ment of this road. 1 simply want to
say to you and to your committee
that I take my orders from the presi
dent and the general manager—uot
from you nor anybody you represent.
That’s ali.”
Every hour the bitterness increased.
We got a few trains through, but we
were terribly crippled. As for freight,
we made no pretense of moving it.
Train loads of fruit and most rotted
i
m tue yards, xne strikers grew more
turbulent daily. They beat our new
men and crippled our locomotives.
Then our troubles with the new men
were almost as bad. They burned out
our crown sheets; they got mixed
up on orders all the time. They ran
into open switches and into each other
continually and had us very nearly
crazy.
I kept tab on one of the new en
gineers for a week. lie Jiegxa by
backing into a diner so hard that he
smashed every dish in the car and
ended by running into a siding a few
days later and setting two tanks of
oil on tire, that burned up a freight
week - ‘~~7 t ""’Jfured he cost us $40,000 the
.j iai.. Then he went back to
seiii, ’
windmIIls -
After this experience I was sitting
ju my offlce one evenin– when a
youngish fellow in a slouch hat opened
the door and stuck his head in. -
“What do yon want?” I growled.
“Are you Mr. Reed?”
“What do you want?”
“I want to speak to Mr. Reed."
“Well, what is it?”.
“Are you Mr. Reed?”
“Confound you, yes! What do you
want?”
“Me? I don’t want anything. I’m
just asking; that’s all."
His impudence'staggered me so that
I took my feet off the desk.
“Heard you were looking for men,"
he added.
“No,” I snapped. “I don’t want any
men.”
“Wouldn’t be any show to get on an'
engine, would there?”
A week earlier I should have risen
and fallen on his neck, but theVe had
bean others. - ■
“There’s a show to get your head
broke,” I suggested.
“I don’t mind that if I get my time.”
“What do you know about running
an engine?”
“Run one three years.”
“On a thrashing machine?”
“On the Philadelphia and Reading.”
“Who sent you in here?”
“Just dropped in.”
“Sit down.”
I eyed him sharply as he dropped
j uto a c i la j v
“When did. you quit the .Philadelphia
and Reading?”
“About six months ago.”
“Fired?”
“Strike.”
1 began to get interested. After a
few more questions 1 took him into
•he superintendent's offlce, but at the
door I thought it well to drop a hint.
“Look here, my friend, if you’re a |
spy you’d better keep out of this. This I
man would wring your neck ns quick 1
as he’d suck nn orange. See?” |
“Let’s tackle him anyhow,” replied j
the fellow, eying me coolly. '
i mnouueeci mm to Mr. Lancaster
and left them together. Pretty soon
the superintendent came into my offlce.
“What do you make of him, Reed?”
said he.
“What do you make of him?"
Lancaster studied a minute
“Take him over to the roundhouse
and see what he knows.”
I walked over with the new find,
chatting warily. When we reached a
live engine I told him to look it over.
He threw off his coat, picked up a
piece of waste and swung into the cab.
“Run her out to the switch,” said I,
stepping up myself.
He pinched the throttle, and we
steamed slowly out of the house. A
minute showed he was at home on an
engine.
“Can you handle it?” I asked as he
shut off after backing down to the
roundhouse.
“You use soft coal,” he replied, try
ing the injector. “I’m used to hard.
This injector is new to me. Guess I
can work it, though.”
“What did you say your name was?”
“I didn’t say.”
“What is it?” I asked curtly.
“Foley.”
“Well, Foley, if you have as much
sense as you have gall you ought to
get along. If you act straight, you'll
never want a job again as long as you
live. If you don’t, you won’t want to
live very long.”
“Got any tobacco?”
“Here, Baxter,” said I, turning to the
.
roundhouse foreman, “this is Foley.
Give him a chew, and mark him up to
-go out on 77 tonight. If he monkeys
with anything around the house, kill
him.”
Baxter looked at Foley, and Foley
ting looked the at tobacco Baxter, out and, quick Baxter enough. not get- Fo- j
ley reminded him he was waiting.
We didn’t protend to run freights,
but I concluded to try the fellow on
one, feeling sure Hint il’ he was crook
ed he would ditch it and skip.
So Foley ran a long string of empties
and a car or two of rotten oranges
down , to Harvard Junction that night,
with one of the dispatchers for pilot.
Under my orders they had a train
made up at the Junction for him to
bring back to McCloud. They had
picked up ali the strays in the yards,
including half n dozen cars of meat
that the local board of health had
condemned after it hn l laid out in the
sun for two weeks anil a car of butter
we had been shifting around ever since
the beginning of the strike.
When the strikers saw the stuff com
ing in next morning behind Foley they
concluded I had gone crazy.
“What do you think of the track.
Foley?” said i.
“Fair,” lie replied, sitting down on
my desk. “Stiff hill down there by
Zanesvillo,”
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sonally as it were t© see the
new things at Silver’s. 1
Stetson Hats, I
Manhattan Stetson Shoes, Shirts, 1
College Brand Clothing* §
FOR THE YOUNG MAN.
and you couldn't see more
on Broadway or Fifth Ave.
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puts New York right at your
a linger tips. I
New Laces on
the 5c. Table.
Exquisite New Laces
on the 10 cent Table.
Lace Curtains,
Window Shades,
Mattings,
Carpets,
Rugs.
JUST COME
“Any trouble to cmi.o it? i nskea, ■
for I had purposely given him n heavy
"“Not ,
wUh that car of butter. 1 you
hold that butter another week ,, . will
climb a bill without any engine. :
“Can you handle a passenger train!"
I guess so. ’
'•I’m going to scud you west on No. ... 1
toniglit.”
“Then you’ll have to give me a tire- .
man. That guy you sent out last night
is a lightning rod peddler. The dis
patcher threw most of the coal.”
“I’ll go with you myself, Foley. I i
eau give you steam. Can you stand it
to double back tonight?”
“I can stand it if you can.”
When I walked into the roundhouse
in the evening with a pair of overalls
on Foley was in the cab getting ready
for the run.
Neighbor brought the flier in from
the east. As soon as he had uncoupled
and got out of the way we backed
down with the 448. It was the best
engine we had left and, luckily for my
back, an easy steamer. Just as we
coupled to the mail car a crowd of
strikers swarmed out of the dusk,
They were in nn ugly mood, and when
Andy Cameron and Bat Nicholson
sprang up into the cab I saw we were
in for trouble.
“Look here, part: or," exclaimed
Cameron, laying a heavy hand on Fo
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ley’s shoulder, -you don’t want to.take,
this train out, do you? You wouldn't
«»■* lamest workingmen out of a job?”
“Im not beating anybody out ot a
If vou want to take out this train,
tak jt ont lf dou . t , get out . ef this
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Cameron was nonplused. Nicholson,
a sl]r ] y i,gute, raised his fist men
aeingly.
.<g ee i lerC) boss,” ue growled, “we -
„- on > t stalul I10 sca b s on this line.”
“Get out of this cab.”
“I’ll promise you you’ll never get out
>f it alive, my buck, if you ever get ,
qq., q- again!” cried Cameron, swing- "
ing down. Nicholson followed, mutter.:,,.. j
iug angrily. 1 hoped we were out of
the scrape; but. to m'.v consternation?
Foley, picking up his oil can, got right
down behind them and began filling his
cups without the least attention to
anybody. -
Nicholson sprang on him like a tiger.'
The onslaught was so sudden that they
j lad pim under their feet iu a miuute.
j; jumped down, and Ben Buckley, the
conductor, came running up. Between
u S we gave the little fellow a life. He
squirmed out like a cat and backed in
stautly up against the tender.
“One at a time, and come on!” be
cried hotly. “If it’s ten to one and on
a man’s back at that, we'll do it differ
ent.” With a quick, peculiar move:
of his arm he drew a pistol and. poh.'
ing it squarely at Cameron, cried.
back!”
I caught a flash of his eye through
the blood that streamed down his face.
I wouldn’t have given a switch key for
the life of the man who crowded, bin
at that minute. But just then Lance:'
ter came up, and before tlie crowd real
ized it we had Foley, protesting an
grily, back in the cab again.
“For heaven’s sake, pull out of this
before there's bloodshed, Foley," I
cried, and, nodding to Buckley, Foley
opened the choker.
It was a uight run and a new track
to him. I tried to fire and pilot both,
but after Foley suggested once or-.wice
that- if I would tend to the coal he
would tend to the curves 1 let him find
them, and he found them all. I
thought, before we got to Athens. He
took big chances in his running, but
there was a superb coatidcuce in his
bursts of speed which marked the fust
runner and the experienced one.
At Athens we had barely two hours
to rest before doubling back. 1 was
never tired in my life till I struck the
pillow that night, but before I got it
warm the caller route ! me out again.
The eastbound filer was on time, or
nearly so. and when 1 ;-'d into tire call
for the run back Foley was just cou
pling on. ' i S
“Dili you get a nap?” 1 naked as wo
pulled out.
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