er than as a material means for material advancement.

Generally the reporters devoted a paragraph to the question--what manner
of man is this?--and intimating more or less frankly that he was a man
of one idea, or perhaps broadening the suggestion into a query whether
or not a man who would work for years, scorning fame, scorning regular
employment and promotion, neglecting opportunities to rise as a labor
leader in his own world, was not just a little mad. So it happened that
without seeking fame, fame came to him. All over the Missouri Valley,
men knew that Grant Adams, a big, lumbering, red-polled, lusty-lunged
man with one arm burned off--and the story of the burning fixed the man
always in the public heart--with a curious creed and a freak gift for
expounding it, was doing unusual things with the labor situation in the
Harvey district. And then one day a reporter came from Omaha who
uncovered this bit of news in his Sunday feature story:

"Last week the Wahoo district was paralyzed by the announcement
that Nathan Perry, the new superintendent of the Independent
mines had raised his wage scale, and had acceded to every change
in working conditions that the local labor organizations under
Adams had asked. Moreover, he has unionized his mine and will
recognize only union grievance committees in dealing with the
men. The effect of such an announcement in a district where the
avowed purpose of the mine operators is to run their own
business as they please, may easily be imagined.

"Perry is a civil engineer from Boston Tech., a rich man's son,
who married a rich man's daughter, and then cut loose from his
father and father-in-law because of a political disagreement
over the candidacy of the famous Judge Thomas Van Dorn for a
judicial nomination a few years ago. Perry belongs to a new type
in industry--rather newer than Adams's type. Perry is a keen
eyed, boyish-looking young man who has no illusions about
Adams's democracy of labor.

"'I am working out an engineering problem with men,' said Perry
to a reporter to-day. 'What I want is coal in the cage. I figure
that more wages will put more corn meal in a man's belly, more
muscle on his back, more hustle in his legs, and more blood in
his brain. And primarily I'm buying muscle and hustle and
brains. If I can make the muscle and hustle and brains I buy,
yield better divide