The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1896-12-06

happen, but that's the meaning. 1t has
been. is now. and ever shall be. Amen"
7 don't object to that, Mr.. Braunt."
leried the young man. rising and pacing
the floor in his excitement Don't
think it. But I want to see every
body work What l object to is earn
ing your bread by the sweat of the
hired mans brow, as some one has
said. Bless me- look at our numbers.
We outnumber the lOafers ten to one;
yes, a hundred to one in every country
in the world. All we need is an I'M
selfish leader
The elder man looked at him with a
quizzical smile on his stern lips.
Look at the number OF the sands on
the seashore. Will any leader make a
rope out of them Numbers are moth
ing, my lad Take care OF yourself,
Marsten, and never mind the workers;
that's the rule of the world. You may
pull yourself up, but you can't lift them
with you. They've broken the hearts,
aye, and the heads, too, of many a one
that tried TO better them. You think
you have only the masters and capital
to fight. The masters won't hurt you;
it's the men you're fighting for that
will down you. Wait till your head is
an inch above the crowd, then'u you'll
catch it from the sticks of every rotten
one of them who thinks he's got as
much right as you have TO be in COM
mand. It isn't money that helps the
masters: it's because they've the sense
TO know a good man when they see
him, and to stand by him when they've
got him. Don't be deluded by num-
bers. What's the good of them? One
determined man who doesn't need to
bother about his backing-whO knows
his principals will back him through
thick and thin-will beat am mob.
Why can a small company OF soldiers
put down a riot? It's because they're
says Jump they jump; when he says
Shoot thew shoot. That's the whole
secret of it,
Braunt resumed his pipe and smoked
vigorously to get back TO his usual
state of taciturnity. Marsten had never
heard him talk so long before. and he
stood bordering what had been said.
Braunt was the first to speak
PLAY the Dead March, Jessie" he
said, gruffly.
The girl hesitated a moment, evil
IDENTIFY 10th to begin when Marsten was
in the ROOM slight hectic color
mounted 70 her cheek. but obedience
was strong in her; her father was not
man TO be -disobeyed She drew I'D
her chair and began Chopin's Funeral
March, playing it very badly, but still
recognizable
Peace seemed to come over Braunt
as he listened to the dirge. He sat
back in the chair. his eyes on the cell
ing. smoking steadil-7. Marsten sat
down, meditatiEg on what Braunt had
said. He was not old enough TO have
his opinions fixed, and to be impervious
to argument, so Braunt's remarks
troubled him. He hoped they were not
true. bur feared they might be. The
mournful cadence of the music, which
seemed to soothe the soul of the elder
man, wound itself among the younger's
thoughts and dragged them toward de-
SPAR; the Indifference Of the men in
front of the public house flashed across
his memory and depressed him. He
wished Jessie would stop playing.
All" said Braunt, with a deep sigh,
when she did stop, that's the grandest
piece of music ever made 1t runs
through my head all day. The thrOb ,
of the machineT-- at the works seems
to be tuned up to it. It's in the roar of
the streets. Come, my lad, I'll go with
you because you want me to. not that
It Will do an, good. I'll speak if You
like, not that they'll care much for
what I say-not hearken, very like. But
come along. my lad.
(TO be COntirued)