Omaha daily bee., 1896-12-06

lVu w hlilCu lnc pore UdU, as never wv
no arm to you" screamed the wife.
no such luck" said Braunt. Hes to-
drunk to hurt"
Which was, indeed, the case. Joe drew tn
door shut behind him and LETT them to fgh
II out it they wanted to.
Mrs. Scimmius had much sympathy from
the court when she related the incidcn,
| The women were more indignant than tin
men 1t was fine state nf things IL great
hulking, sulky brute like Braunt was to in
terterc In the little matrimonial discussions
that happen in all we'll regulated families
Much as they disliked the police. it scene,
that now, II ever, their aid should be in
vokcd.
"If he'd tried to break every hone in m,
mans body, Mrs. Scrimmins said one bulky
woman, "l'd a 'ad i'm by the air"
81 dunno bout that sarah" said Mrs
Scimmins who did not wish to rest undei
the imputatton Cs net doing all she coull
under the circumstances for her husband III
his comparatively helpless state. "Wot wifi
oein' 1t the ed an the face an one eye
| as | couldn't see out o., an yer 'ushant
! a-trdmpin' OF yer, yer wouldn't ave breath
enough to ave anybody by the air"
Mrs. Scimmins pressed tenderly the
! bruised and 5till swollen portion Of her face
under the eye and felt that she had made
out her CAGE; in fact, her defense was ac
| ctpted as strong plea that only made
! Braunts iniluman and unCallcd-for conduct
stand out the darker by comparison.
not so emphatic in their denunciatiCn oi
! Rraunt as the wives hal been. Scimmnl
| bore no particular malice against his as.
sailant, although what he had thrown him
over the stairs tor he expressed himself as
unable to conceive In answer to sym
! pathetic inquiries from his pals at the public
| bar o. the "RCsc and Crown" he informed
! them that, although shaky he was still in
| the ring.
"Gawd 'elp us" he went on, more in cor
.t,,,, f,.. .H.,
to? Ii you a!s;S me / gives it up. Wot
with Braunt an the police both on a chaps
shoulders, II he raises is and to is own
wife, the courts no fit place FOR pore ard
workin' man to live in"
But nobody ventured to demonstrate with
| the YOrksh fireman least of all Scimmins. al
| though the court as community held mOEc
alOof FROM him than ever
Are you coming to the meeting tonight.
Mr.. Braunt?" asked young MalBten. when
ho had greeted father and daughter.
Not me-"
"Why not?"
"Why go?"
"Well you see, Mr.. Braunt, there is a
crisis on. The committee Is TO report. Mr..
Sartwels hes refused to meet them and this
will likely anger Gibbons and the others.
Strike or no strike will he put to vote and
for one don't want to see strike-at
least not now"
NO more do j." said Braunt
up against a strike"
Pm no speaker, You speak"
They won't listen to me. but they would
pay attention to what you would say"
MOT bit of it, my lad. Put it doesn't
matter to me, not haporth."
what doesn't? Whethe.' there is strike
or not?"
Pm not going to strike. They can do as
they've a mind"
But if the union orders us out well have
TO 60"
Surprising the strike succeeds. as it may
the unions very strong-what will you do
them"
stick to my work and mind my own
business"
But the union won't let you. If the
strike fails you'll merely get the i'll will
OF all the men, if it succeeds they'll force
you out of the works. There's no use run
ming your head against a brick wall Mr..
Braunt."
You speak; you've got the gift o. the
CAB" said Braunt.
I'm too young. They won't listen to me
now. But day will come when they will
aye. and the masters, too. I'd willingly
devote my life to the cause of the working
man"
Marsten spoke with the FIRE of youthful
enthusiasm. and was somewhat disconnected
when the other took his pipe from his mouth
and laughed.
why do you laugh?"
I'm laughing at you. I'm glad to know
there's some one who believes in us but as
thou says, thou art yoong; thoull know
better later on"
Don't you believe in yourself and your
fellow workers."
Not me- know 'em too we'll. BY tn
sweat of thy brow thou shalt earn thy
bread. Them's not the right words, happen,
but that's the meaning. II has been, is now,
and ever shall be- Amen"
81 don't object to that. MIR. Brsunt." cried
the young man. rising and pacing the floor
in his excitement. Don't think it. But |
want to see everybody work What | OBJ |
jeCt to is earning your bread by the sweat |
OF the hired mans brow as some one hac
said. Bless me! look at our numbers. We
outnumber the loafers ten TO one; yes, |
hundred to one in every country in the |
world. All we need is an unselfsh loafcr.' |
The elder man looked at him with quiz |
2ical smile on his stern lips
Look at the number of the sands on the |
seaside. VIII any leader make a rope out |
of them? Numbers are nothing, 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 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 are fighting for that
will down you. Wait till yOuY head il an
inch above the crowd, then you'll catch il
from the sticks of every rotten one of them
that thinks he's got as much right as you
have to be in command II 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 numbers.
What's the good of them? One determined
man who doesn't need to bother about his
knows his principals will back
him through thick and thin will beat any
mob. Why can a small company of soldiers
put down a riot? It's because they're com
manded by one man When he says
Jump they jump; when he says, Shoot
they shoot. That's the whole secret of it,"
Braunt reeumed his pipe and smoked
vigorously to get back to his usual state
)f taciturnity. Marsten had never heard
him talk so long before and he stood pom
lerlng what had been said. Braunt was the
first to speak.
"Play the Dead March Jessie" he said,
grufiy.
The girl hcsitated a moment, evidently
oath to begin when Marsten was in the
'oom A slight hectic color mounted to
ler cheek, but obedience was strong In her;
ler father was not man TO be disobeyed.
She drew up her chair and began Chopins
Funeral March playing it very badly but
IT'LL recognizable.
Peace seemed to come over Braunt as he
istened to the dirge., He sat back in the
hair his eyes on the ceiling, smoking
steadily. Marsten sat down. meditating on
what Braunt had said. He was not old