e the fellow a
living, unless he will hustel around and make it. In the second place
an employer has a right to turn away a man he doesn't want. No one can
force Capitle to employ Labor."

"Well," I said, "as long as Labor talks and makes a lot of noise, and
Capitle is to dignafied to say anything, most people are going to side
with Labor."

He gazed at me.

"Right!" he said. "You've put your finger on it, in true femanine
fashion."

"Then why won't you throw out this man when he comes to you for Work? He
intends to force you to employ him."

"Oh, he does, does he?" said father, in a feirce voice. "Well, let him
come. I can stand up for my Principals, to. I'll throw him out, all
right."

Dear Dairy, the battle is over and I have won. I am very happy. How true
it is that strategy will do more than violance!

We have aranged it all. Adrian is to go to the mill, dressed like a
decayed Gentleman, and father will refuse to give him work. I have said
nothing about violance, leaving that to arange itself.

I must see Adrian and his manager. Carter has promised to tell some
reporters that there may be a story at the mill on Saturday morning. I
am to excited to sleep.

Feel horid. Forbiden to go out this morning.

JANUARY 25TH. Beresford was here to lunch and he and mother and Sis had
a long talk. He says he has kept it a secret because he did not want his
Busness known. But he is here to place a shell order for the English War
Department.

"Well," Leila said, "I can hardly wait to tell father and see him curl
up."

"No, no," said Beresford, hastily. "Realy you must allow me I must
inform him myself. I am sure you can see why. This is a thing for men to
settle. Besides, it is a delacate matter. Mr. Archibald is trying to get
the Order, and our New York office, if I am willing, is ready to place
it with him."

"Well!" said Leila, in a thunderstruck tone. "If you British don't beat
anything for keeping your own Counsel!"

I could see that he had her hand under the table. It was sickning.

Jane came to see me after lunch. The wedding was that night, and I had
to sit through silver vegatable dishes, and after-dinner coffee sets and
plates and a grand piano and a set of gold vazes and a cabushon saphire
and the bridesmaid's clothes and the wedding supper and heaven knows
what. But at last she said:

"You dear thing--how weary and wan you look!"

I closed my eyes.

"But you don't intend to give him up, do y