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

Of the court; then, having received the
required impetus from the officer, the
man shot under the archway and was
presumably taken care of when he got
inside; anyhow, once in the court he
/ could not get out again except by the
way he entered, and few ever became
/ drunk enough to. forget there was al
ways a policeman in, the neighborhood.
The thrust under the. archway was
merely the kindly Light street way of
doing the PiccadilIy act of placing a
man tenderly in a cab and telling the
driver where to go. Few were ever ac-
tually arrested in the Light street dis
trict, and their conduct had to be par
ticularly fragrant to bring upon them
this last resort of the force.
Along Light street came Marsten
with the elastic, springy, energetic step
of young man in good health, who
takes this world seriously and believes
there is something to he done in it.
He paused a moment opposite the
Rose and Crown" and nodded TO
some men who We're Iounging there.
Are you going TO the meeting to-
night, men?" he asked.
One shook his head. another shrugged
his shoulders; S-sitSSwas evident at a
glance that none of them had any in
terest in the meeting while the pub
It's important" said Marsten The
committee reports tonight. and strike
or no strike will likely be put to vote
You are not in favor of strike, sure
"? Then come along and vote against
4 donno' bout that said one, re-
moving his pipe. Strike pay is as
good as masters pay, an less work to
get it. l could doEAwith a bit of an
oliday''
Strike pay may be as good as. mas
ter's while it lasts, sbut it don't last"
rejoined Marsten.
When it gives out We'll go back to
work" returned the man. The others
laughed.
Some of you won't get back said
Marsten. That's always the way after
a strike. Better keep a good job While
we have it,
'Oh, 1 could do with a bit of an oil
day." repeated the spokesman of the
pub" crowd, indifferently.
My Godi" cried Marsten, indignant
ly. IF you take no more interest in
your condition than that, how can you
ever expect to better it?''
well, 1 thort,' answered the other.
good naturally, when I sees you a
comm along as 'ow you'd better it by
arstin' us to ave a drop o. beer with
YOU
You're muddled with beer already"
said the young man shortly, as he
turned and disappeared up the court
The crowd smoked on in silence for
some minutes after he had left them.
.'"Cocky young Teller, that" said one
der in the direction MarSten had gone
''Oh, e knows a bit, e does, re-
marked another, sarcastically.
There was a longer pause, when the
spokesman, who had been Illuminating
over the matter, said:
'Wet d We s'y [ 'avin another pint
insoide? Then we go [ tn meetin'
and vote for tn stroke. Larn i'm a
lesson. l like is impotence, do. Tork
bout muddlin'; We'll show 'oose mud
died"
This was unanimously agreed to as
Illuminating the situation. 1t is per-
haps pity that Marsten did not know
the result of his brief conversation
with his fellow workmen. He was
young, and had TO learn many things.
He did not know that the desire for
improving ones condition is not at all
universal and that even where there
may be the germ of a desire people do
not wish to be dragooned into better
ing themselves. Tact, as Mrs. Hope
might have told him, goes farther thaI.
good intentions. A drop of beer and a
friendly smite on the shoulder would
have got him several votes against the
strike AS it was he had merely
strengthened the arms of that ass
Gibbons" by making the mistake of
supposing that the average human be-
ing is actuated by reason.
Meanwhile the young man had passed
under the archway and up the court.
until he came to doorway No. 8. The
hall and the five pairs of grimy stairs
were only less public than the court.
which in its turn was only less public
than Light street because fewer feet
trod thereon He assembled the first
flight of stairs and paused at one of
the doors at the landing. From within
came the droning notes of a harmon
ium, and Marsten forebore to knock as
he listened to the sound A slatternly
woman came down the second fight |
with water jug in her hand She |
on seeing stranger standing
there, and listened to the music also. (
The dirge being played did not soothe |
savageness there was within
the breast of the woman, for she broke
out against the inmates of the rooms.
''Oh, yes" she cried, fine COINS on
for the likes O. them. A harmonyum.
Z you please. Gawd- save ust We-ain't |
good enough for the likes o. i'm.
aarmonyum. In Garden court No
good can come O. Stravagance likesE