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rorget the case. The attorney for
Miles -who had stopped finally start
ed questioning his client, the wit
ness. But the people, attorneys, the
judge, -witness everyone watched
him. So I looked over his shoulder
he is short and examined him care
fully. He is scrawny, boney and smalL
He doesn't weight much over 130
pounds. His skin is red; his face
peculiar. The " nose is long and
pointed, the most prominent mem
ber of his face. His eyes are small,
but they are bright and they twinkle.
His chin is very weak and the news
paper pictures, taken all from the
front, are very deceiving.
The weakness of his chin is the
most outstanding feature about his
looks. Except when he smiles or
talks the lower lip is almost invisible.
On the upper lip, which is larger, Mr.
Armour bears a month-old mustache.
It was stubby and light
His forehead is broad and high and
red. "His hair coarse and dark but
spare, and he is bald on the top of
his pate. Nails and hands are per
fect Another feature is his cleanliness.
There was a spot on his coat and
when his attorney finished talking he
immediately got busy to wipe it off.
When this 'was done he smiled, set
tled down and looked at the judge,
the witness, the courtroom and then
"Reporter?" he asked me unex
pectedly. "Yep. The Day Book'," I answered.
"The Day Book? That's the little
paper. Isn't it?"
"The little-bitta-one," I answered.
He -smiled good-naturedly and
turned his back on me.
Then he jumped around.
"What you guys got against me
over there?" he asked quickly.
"Nothing personally," was my an
swer. "Your-paper jumps on every fel
' low that has more than, a dollar and
a half. Doesa't it" T
"Yes, it does. I suppose you're go
ing to give me hell now. Eh?" he
asked. But he wasn't angry.
"Did you hear me testify yester-y
"No," I answered.
"How long have you been here to
day? Were you here this morning?"
Then he fired one, question after an
other, just givmg"me chance to an
"How is the case going? Am I go
ing to win? What kind of a witness
did Miles make? Does his case look
good?" he asked me. !
Between each question he turned
his back on me. Then he would
swing quickly and shoot a query.
Once he kept his back to me for a
half hour. Then he turned more
slowly and smiled.
"What do you fellows think of
me?" he asked.
"Well," I answered, "we think you
are a good scout yourself. But there
are a K)t of things wrong with the
concerns that you control. For in
stance, we think you don't keep in
touch with conditions in the stock
yards. "We feel that if you really knew
how badly some of your workers are
treated you would make changes.
"The only thing we blame you for
is that you don't give these workers
some of your time. You could easily
make wages higher, we think. You
don't need the money.
"We blame the Armour machine
for the ills that hurt your laborers.
The officials of your packinghouses
and banks are so anxious to make a
good efficiency record that they
grind their fellow workers to the
He didn't smile when I finished.
"As a matter of fact, you people
on 'ihe Day Book think I've got too
much money, don't you? I suppose
if I came over and divided it up you
wouldn't have a thing against me."
He, laughed out loud. Then he
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