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THE LABOlt STANDARD, JAN OAKY, li)iO.
15 I 1 BOB By ETHEL FOWLER, With its expiring chug Janet steered the ruridbout into a convenient lane, puttered over it a bit, then dropped all useless effort to revitalize it How many hides she was from her destina tion or her home she had ha idea. It mattered little whether it was one or a thousand, she was anchoted to stay as far as the machine was concerned She had set out with more haste than discretion and had left undone things that should have been done in preparation for so long a run; also she had neglected to take along other things that should have been taken in case of the emergency which was sure to present itself. Emergency without recourse is never pleasant. Janet felt it almost tragic. It portended the failure of her under taking, intended to impress and sub ilue her family and some others. Was it to end in this silly little fiasco? Never! She set her teeth with determination and went down the road to recon fioiter. Nothing in sight either way. She climbed a large rock pile at the roadside and gazed long and intently in the direction of her destination, as if to materialize in the near distance the factory village whence she had meant to speed away on the prosaic but reliable railway, She finally persuaded herself that she perceived spires and chimneys upon the blank horizon and with more determination returned to the car, gathered up her suit case, lunch box, raincoat and umbrella and set out to finish the journey with her small, fash ionably shod feet. Panting uuclcr her load, she eventu ally reached the rock pile, rested her remonstrating, aching little person a half hour and meekly, with great dis gust, plodded back to the runabout as to a city of refuge. When she packed so large a part of her personal belongings she had not considered the possibility of trans porting it by main strength, like a hod carrier. She could abandon the treacherous car, but not her plumage. One cannot make a creditable entrance into a strange country without suitable adornment, and she felt that her fu ture largely depended upon the im pression her unknown relatives receiv ed of her at meeting. Therefore she resigned herself to await the passing of a good Samari tan, hoping devoutly he would be pos sessed of a large touring car and tow her into port. This was entirely a matter of chance, though, with the probabilities against it, as she had purposely chosen an unfrequented way to avoid the auto party she had deserted. She kicked her heels and reflected upon her position with anger and self pity. Bob would go, of course, in his big new machine, and equally, of course, he would go for her he could not avoid that in spite of her em phatic refusal to accompany him. Her refusal counted for little, or his reluctance either, with both families continually flinging them at each other in the most barefaced manner. Her father had come home beaming the night before and informed her that Bob would be on hand, as he had taken pains to explain that she (Janet) was expecting him, as usual, the re fusal being a mere bit of feminine coquetry, and her mother had laugh ingly added that she had met the young fellow that afternoon looking very despondent and had cheered him up by remarking that Janet never meant half she said and would be dis appointed if he failed to comejroE.her. And, to crown all, Bob's mother had run in and assured her as if she de manded such assurance that Bob would be around early, as she had re minded him that Janet expected him to take her, as usual. "'As usual!'" Jane quoted vindic tively. "The poor fellow couldn't get rid of me if he tried, as I am sure he has sometimes!" She was not at all sure of this. "They'd push us to the very altar without a word from either of us &s to willingness, and if I ob jected and Bob hung back they'd 'ex plain' and 'assure' and force me upon him. I just had to run away to re lieve him. Though I haven't got far yet I will! Some one will come along." Some one did a few moments later a farmer, going the wrong way, with a hayrack and a large curiosity con cerning the machine, which he grat ified by peering and prying until Ja net was tempted to bid him "mind his own business." He proceeded to do that same, remarking that he was "mighty glad to see one o' the dad blamed things broke down; they'd skeered his hosses often enough." He departed, contorting with merriment at her predicament, and it was not ex actly a blessing Janet sent after him. Came next a barefooted boy, who stared for an unwinking five minutes, indifferent to her offers of reward if he would send some one to take her to the village, and who also passed on, exclaiming audibly that "he didn't know them skootin', tootin' things got tired." i Then appeared, headed villageward, a young man with a lumber wagon and a prancing team, which lost nerve at the sight of the shining monster and Janet , signaling wildly and tore eff in a whirl, the driver hurling male dictions over his shoulder at the "smarty city folks for playing tricks." "As if any oni would be idiotic enough to stop here for the poor sport of setting off his horses," Janet mused scornfully, watching the vanishing cloud of dust. "If I was only in that wagon with my things! But I expect I'd be bumped pretty hard." A man on horseback from the little town told her civilly that if she was there when he went back he'd send some one out for her, though it might ! be dark and it would cost her consid erable. "So much, maybe, that I'd not have enough left for my fare and just have o sneak back home. You wretched fiood for nothing failure!" She jammed and rattled everything with handles and cried heartily. After which she felt better, wiped up, powdered her shiny nose and pre pared to make a melting appeal to the next passer, be who or what he might. Then she let out a screech of joy, for suddenly the panting chug of a heavy car smote the distance. Her troubles were at an end! Never an autoist so , mean as to refuse aid to a stranded I brother or sister. The approaching rumble bespoke the large car of her hopes, and she hastily assumed her most attractive manner and helpless look of appeal; then, fear ing that the speed which it was evi dently making would carry it past without the occupants perceiving her, she sprang up and leaned forward, with a cry for help. 1 Therefore when Bob dashed along Janet appeared to be waiting for him with outstretched hands and eager eyes. He stopped with a suddenness that invited catastrophe and stared incredulously, while Janet flopped down in her seat, too angry to notice his .ooen ASonishBieut Bob I Jjctim- lzed again sent out to look her up his day spoiled! Well, he'd find out It wasn't her fault! "I couldn't have been more aston ished at seeing a ghost," he said as he leaped out and came to her. "I sup posed" He stopped with an embar rassed glance at her sulky face. "It doesn't matter what you or any one else 'supposed,'" she snapped. "You are not going to interfere with me." "I can't imagine you are sitting here for pleasure," he said stiffly. "I beg your pardon, you have reason for of fense. I will try and not add to it," he marched toward his car. Janet stared. That was unlike Bob, who was not resentful. She did not under stand, but could not be left so. "I will be greatly obliged if you will see what alls this thing and start it on," she requested formally. He returned at once and examined it thoroughly. "I think it will have to be towed to a shop," he said finally. "Very well. I was going to Eldon. I can wait until some one passes who will haul me in," Janet replied. "I am not going to leave you like this!" he exclaimed. "Of course I'll tow you wherever you wish." "Thank you. I will pay you for your trouble." He flushed angrily and started off, but turned back, exploding: "Look here, Janet, I know it was a beastly thing to do! I see now I had no business providing a substitute. I apologize humbly. Cousin Hal was transported at the prospect of escorting you, and I suppose you annihilated the poor fel low. Pour your vials upon me, but be lieve my apology is sincere." So he had tried to foist her upon an other! Janet was furious. This was the first she had known of it, having stolen away early. "I am not in the least to blame for having burdened you so often," she cried. "I have re sisted enough uselessly! I am deter mined it shall not happen again. You can be perfectly sure of that!" "I have never found you burdensome in" he began. "Oh, you must say that, of course," she jeered. He regarded her earnestly. "I am en tirely sincere when I say that your company would have been my greatest delight if I could have felt that you be stowed it upon me freely, without pressure from others. Pressure was so glaring this time that to rid you of myself I broke all the laws of polite convention this morning and was tak ing myself off for good." A great light suddenly turned Janet's world to a paradise of joy. "Running away from me?" she inquired, dim pling, much to his surprise. "Running away from the families," he said fiercely. "They've spoiled all chance I might have had with you, and I'm pulling out of it, but I'm not giving you up, remember. I mean to try to win you when they learn" He was interrupted by shrieks of laughter. Janet laughed till she was breathless. "Oh. Bob, Bob! I'm run ning away too! I'm 'pulling out of it' for the same reason, or was till this rETjig gave out." "But it can't be for the same rea son! Why, I want you, and you never had any choice in" "Why, I thought you hadn't either, Bob! I never thought that you" "Janet!" he cried, stopping the stam mering speech by seizing her hands. "Janet, if you only knew!" They gazed into each other's eyes, and both suddenly knew. "Say, girlie," he proposed after a happy interval, "let's leave the cars at Eldon, be married and go on with the running away." Which they did. THE IDEALS OF LABOR. Principles of Unionism Are the High est Ever Taught by Man. A long time ago it was said "The voice of the people is the voice of God," and many a newspaper has adopted this motto. The newspaper has not always voiced the sentiments of the people, but the people have al ways expressed the will of God. If any man would know what God is thinking about let him keep close to the people. Mr. Gladstone once said, "I painfully reflect that in almost ev ery great political controversy of the last fifty years the leisured classes, the educated classes, the wealthy classes, the titled classes, have been in the wrong." The common people, the toilers, the men of uncommon sense to these we owe a debt of gratitude. Twenty-five years ago a famous French statesman said that the social problem is a fad upon which serious minded statesmen should waste no time. Today no thinking man will deny that the social problem is the most important which confronts us. There are thousands of men who are being deluded by the vain hope that if they can abolish the labor union they will have solved the labor ques tion. These men forget that the labor union is not the labor question. If every labor union in existence were to be wiped out today the labor question would still be present. Some day war shall cease, but if we wait until that edict comes from a so called peace conference at The Hague I rather think that our patience will be exhausted. Some day war shall cease, but it will be when the organ ized workingmen of the world shall de clare that they will no longer go out to shoot down their fellow workers in order to satisfy the greed, the selfish ness, the ambitions, of their rulers, no. matter who they might be. In other words, organized labor will call a great universal peace strike, for who suffers more than does the working man, his wife and his children during a time of international strife? The principles of organized labor are Christian principles, the highest prin ciples ever taught by any man. If I were not a preacher I would aspire to become the best kind of a labor lead er, and if I were to become such I would hold my head as high as any man's, because I would feel that to me had been intrusted the future of vast numbers of working people, and it would require of me the very best that I could give. A little while ago a Chicago trades unionist and his wife dedicated to the cause of labor their little eighteen-months-old baby. I have thought about that a great many times, and I believe that the day will come when other parents will dedicate their children to the cause of labor as Samuel was dedi cated to the temple service, and when Christian men will enter the work of the labor movement in the same spirit and with the same devotion as others who are consecrating their lives to the work of the Christian ministry, and when, in the name of God, they will fight the battles of our common hu manity. No nobler task could come to any man, and that task may be yours. Rev. Charles Stelzle. Two Ciphers. He They say his income runs into five figure. She Yes, counting the decimal places.Pjici:. Two Old Card Holders. John W. Moses of Portsmouth, N. H., the oldest living ex-president of Bos ton Bricklayers' union No. 3, who held office in 1873, will be a special guest at the biennial convention of the In ternational, which will begin its ses sions in Boston Jan. 10. He was a member for more than fifty years. Charles Kyle- of Everett, ninety-two years old and a member since the start of the union in 1S34, will also be a guest,