The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1897-01-03

word with the owners. They are
bound to come out soon"
They did come out ultimately to-
gether, and two more frightened men
than Monkton and Hope it would have
been hard TO find in all the land that
day. They were surrounded by a dozen
policemen. whose resolute demean:o-
| showed they were not to be trified with.
The gates Immediately closed behind
this formidable procession, and it
quickly made its way up the street. the
crowd Jeering and groaning as it
passed through.
We've got nothing against Them -
shouted one Bring out Sartwell. and
We'll show you wot for"
Hatred for the manager rather than
the owners was plainly the dominant
sentiment of the gathering. They
cheered the remark, and gave three
Sroans for the unpopular manager.
When the protected men disappeared.
the vigilance OF the force relaxed, and
the crowd surged into the gap the po-
lice had cleared. With the masters safe
and out of reach. the critical moment
Oh the day seemed to have passed. The
police could not be expected I. know
that the real resentment of the mob
was not directed against the man
whose cab had been overturned that
morning.
Il hope Sartwell won't venture out
tonight" said Marsten to Braunt. 1T
VIII take more than Il policemen to
guard him if he does
He has some sense" said Braunt
and will stay where he is"
Neither Braunt nor Marsten had been
present during the mornings battle.
put they, like many others with moth
ing to do, had come in the afternoon.
AS Braunt spoke the small door in
the gate opened, and Sartwell entirely
alone, stepped out. He had no more
formidable weapon in his hand than his
customary slim and trim umbrella. His
SILK hat was as glossy and clothes were
as sp1c and span as if he were tailor's
model He seemed to have aged a
Irlf1e since the strike began, but his
Wlry. well-knit body was as erect as
ever and in his eye was that stern look
or command before which, at one time
or another, every man in his employ
had quailed.
An instantaneous hush fell upon the
crowd. The cry Of a hawker in a dis
tant street was heard. Every man knew
that the hlnging of a missile. or the
upralslng of an arm even, would be as
spark in powder mill
Let but the stroke fall and all the
ponce IN London could not have saved
the lie of the man walking across the
cleared space from the gates toward
the crowd. The mass of silent bu-
nanity had but to move forward, and
SartWells life would be crushed out on
the paving stones
Sartwell, without pause and without
hurry, walked across the Intervening
space with evident confidence that the
men would make way for him. There
was no sign of fear in his manner. nor
on the other hand was there any trace
OF staggering authority about him.
but there was in the the glance of his
steely eye and the poise of his head
mat lndefinable something which
stamps man master-which com
mands obedience, instant and unques-
toned.
The crowd parted before him and he
cast no look over his shoulder Habit
beng strong, one or two raised hand
TO forelock as he passed, getting in
return the same curt nod that had AL
ways acknowledged such salutation
me human ocean parted before him as
dld the Red sea before the Hebrew
leader and the manager passed
through unscathed.
God!' cried Braunt, towering above
his fellows and shaking his first at the
unoffending sky, I have seen in nv
life one brave man"