i MARY'O'MArLEY GODDESS IN THE MACHINE
Being a Talcof a Slugger and His ,Girl, and How Red War Did
'Not Break Out in the Teamsters' Strike. ' '
When I joined tfie group at the
rear table in Stumpy, Dan's place,
Douglas ' Belford 'was- "holding
forth violently' on the subject of
"They should hang them on
high from' lamp posts," he said.
"I judge" no man who takes the
life of another in fair fight,, but
he who does so frpm behind, and
formoney is a dog, and should die
the death of a dog."
"You are right," said'Wqoden
legged Donohue. "A slugger is
no better than a wild, beast."
A short, stockily bujlt man,
who-sat in'the far corner, smote
the palm of his hand upon the ta
ble so that all the glasses jin
"You fellow? don't knowjwhat
you're talking?ab'outj" he said. k'
"Would ypii defend a man who
murders another from behind?"
cried Belford, hotly.
'T defend no one," said the
man, "nor do I judge any man.:
But I will tell you a story, which
is a true story, and you can make
what you please'of it iM
"This happened years ago,
when I was in the-secret service,
and at a time when all the team
sters in the Big City were- on
"I had been moved from' the
West by Washington not ' long
before.' 'Twas meant by way 'of
promotion, but it sickened me of
the service. I found'that men in
the employ of the government
we're used 'by great corporations,
aiid that but no matter, these
things have nothing to do with
"I was alone in the office one
day when I received a. wire from
Washington. It read:'
" 'Hear trouble threatened
teamsters' strike- Prevent it.'
"I stood up and cursed. Did
they think that all that was need
ed to prevent the trouble that
was brewing then was for a secret
service man to raise his finger?
"But I changed into an old s'liit
of clothes that pight, and went to
Lou Benger's saloon, which was
near the teamsters' headquarters,
and where I might hear' some
thing. "I had no plan laid out, so I
went into a little partitioned pff
compartment in the rear o the sa
loon, and ordered beer, and sat
down to think.
, "And presently two men mov
ed into the net compartment
and I could hear their voices.
They talked of trivial things at
first, and then this conversation
" 'J have come here to. meet a
guy that makes me sick. He
thinks I LIKE to slug men
thinks I ENJOY it thinks that
after I have slugged one, I stand
laughin' and1 chucklin' oyer the
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