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

Surely, surely replied the tremb-
bling old man, yisibly relieved at find
| ing his former employee did not intend
| to use the stout stick which he carried
/ in his hand for the purpose of a per-
sonal assault
Let us walk a little further. from
the house where we can talk quietly.
Have you anything to propose?"
/ Well the chief trouble seems to be
/ that Mr.. Sartwell will not meet Glib
bons''
All. Sartwell.T said the old man. as
if whispering to himself "Sartwell is
a strong mana strong man; difficult
/ TO persuade-difficult to persuade. -
Then, turning suddenly, he asked, You
are not Gibbons. are you2-
NO. Ny name is Marsten. Gibbons
was the man who tried to speak with
you yesterday at the gates
The old man shuddered at the recol-
lection.
There were so many there I did not
see any one distinctly. and it all took
place so suddenly L don't remember
Gibbons. 1t was dreadful, dreadful"
L hope you were not hurt"
No, no. Merely a scratch or two.
! Nothing TO speak of. Now. what can
be done about the striker"
Would you be prepared to grant the
requests of the men if they were to
throw over Gibbons and send depu-
tation to Mr.. Sartwell?'
''Oh, willingly, most willingly. l don't
at ali remember what the men want,
but We'll grant it; anything to stop this
suicidal struggle. Does SartWell know
your"
Eyes. sir
sOf course he does. He knows every
one in the works, by name even. A
wonderful mana wonderful mani l
often wish 1 had more influence with
him. Now, if you would go and see
Mr.. Sartwell-he lives at Wimbledon;
it's on your way; 1 asked him not to so
to the works today, so perhaps you will
find him at home-you might possibly
arrange with him about receiving
deputation. Perhaps it would be best
not to tell him that you've seen me
yes, I'm sure it's best not. Then I'll
speak TO him about granting the mems
demands. I'll put my foot down; so
will Monkton. Well be firm with him."
The old man glanced timidly over his
shoulder. We'll say to him that we've
stood at his back about Gibbons, and
now he must settle at once with the
men when they've abandoned Gibbons.
Why will he not see Gibbons, do You
know? Has he a personal dislike TO the
man."
"Oh, no. It's a matter of principle
with Mr.. Sartwell. Gibbons is not one
of your workmen."
'.Ah. yes, yes; I remember now.
That's exactly what Sartwell said.
Well I'm very much obliged to you for
coming, and l hope these awful occur
There's a train in half an hour that
stops at Wimbledon"
Thank you, Mr.. Hope, but I'm on
foot today.
Bless me, it's long distance and
roundabout by road. The train will
get you there in a few minutes"
Marsten laughed.
Il don't mind walking" he said.
The old man looked at him for few
minutes.
you don't mean to tell me you have
walked all the way from London this
morning
ITS only II or Is miles"
Dear, dear, dear, dear. I see, 1 see.
Yes, Sartweu's right. I'm not a very
manager should not say so before
ones partner. Come with me to the
house for a moment"
Il think I should be off now"
mo, no; come with me. L won't
keep you long; 1 won't take a refusal.
I'm going to put my foot down as
said. l have had too little self-aSser-
ton in the past. Come along"
The courageous man led the way
toward his dwelling, keeping the trees
between himself and the house as much
as possible and as long as he could.
He Shuffied hurriedly across the open
space and went gingerly up the steps
at the back of"the building, letting
himself into "a wide hall, and then
noiselessly entered a square room that
looked out upon the broad lawn and
plantation to the rear. The room was
lined with books; a solid oak table
stood in the center fanked by COM
Portable armchairs. Mr.. Hope rang
the bell and held the door slightly
aiar.
rs there any cold meat down stairs,
Susy?" he whispered to the unseen
person through the opening.
Yes, SIR
Well, bring up enough for two:
some pickles, bread and butter, and
bit of cheese" Then turning to Mars
ten he asked, will you drink wine or
beer?"
Really. Mr.. Hope" said the young
man, moistening his lips and speak
ing with difficulty, I'm not in the least !
hungry"
Which was not true, for the very
recital of the articles of food made |
him feel so faint that he had to lean
against the bookcase for support
Bring a bottle of beer, please" |
whispered the host, softly closing the |
door.
Sit down. sit down." he said to
Marsten. Not hungry? Of course
you're hungry after such a walk, no |
matter how hearty a breakfast you |
took before you left
While Marsten ate Mr.. Hope said |
nothing but sat listening with ap- !
parently intense anxiety. Once he rose |
and cautiously turned the key in the |
door, breathing easier when this was |
done.
Now" said the old man. when /
Marsten had finished his meal. You
must go by rail to Wimbledon Time |
is of importance-time is of import
ance. Here is a little money for eX-
penses.'
Il cannot take money from you Mr..
Hope, but thank you all the same"
Nonsense, nonsense. You are act
ing for me, you know"
mo, sir, | am acting for the men"
We'll, It's the same thing. Benefit
one. benefit all. Come, come, 1 insist,
I put down my foot. Call il wages,
if you like. No doubt you didn't want
to strike
II didn't want to. but / struck"
Same thing, same thing. You must
take the money"
I'D much rather not, sir
MarSten saw the anxiety of his host
who acted as a man might over whose
head some disaster impended. and it
weakened his resolution not to take
the money. He understood that for
some reason Mr.. Hope wanted him TO !
take the money and be done.
Tut, tut, persisted the old man /