Evening star., 1897-03-20

I'm here to work, and l don't give II
hang for the uniOn:'
IL Is quite possible that you may be able
to embarrass, or perhaps defeat me; but
II you do, the time will come when the mon
Will curse you for your intervention. / tell
you we are bound to win this strike if you
Keep your hands off. Calling meeting
Will merely show Sartwell that we are get
ting anxious, and his whole hope is center
ed in division among us. He was frank
enough to tell me so himself
When did he tell you that?"
Before the strike began
Gibbons looked Significantly at the denu-
tation. and one or two of the members
nodded sadly. as much as to say they
wouldn't have believed it, but it was now
only too evident, from their secretaly's
own admission, that he had secret com
munications with the enemy.
Il think. said Gibbons, solemnly that
after what you have said, there is all the
more reason why you should call the men
together, and explain to them how you
came to be discussing with Sartwell the
probable failure of the strike even before
1t began You knew that was a tender
point with us long since and If Sartwell
Is your enemy, as you said he was, l can't
see for the life of me why
oh, there is no need of any secrecy
about 1t, Gibbons In fact, there is little
mystery about anything we do and t.iat
Is one reason l don't want 10 call a public
meeting
Things are bad enough as they are l
have found that Sartweil generally knows
what we are about to do before many Of
US know II ourselves. l went to Sartweil
because he asked me to 60 He knew this
strike was coming on. although l had
imagined IT had only been discussed be-
tween myself and some Of the others. He
offered me the assistant managership of
the works If l would resign my position as
secretary l refused and he told me this
strike was bound to fail because the men
would not be true to me. You can give the
men the whole particulars of my talk with
Sartwell, but there Is no need Of calling
meeting to discuss it,
That may all be true, but l confess it
sounds rather fishy. l doubt if Sartwell Is
SO much afraid OF you as that comes to-
Anyhow, there is no harm in finding out
just where We stand. / will do my best to
calm the apprehensions OF the men. but l
give you warning that If nothing more en-
couraging than we have had lately turns
up within a week, there will be trouble
Inc men will call a meeting themselves if
you don't.
IF nothing happens within a week,
will call meeting and give them ac-
count of what has been done far; but
l don't approve of meetings, and l shall
call one practically under compulson. You
forcing my hand. Gibbons, and you
promised me fair play
1t seems to me you have had a good run
for your money, and l think we are very
patient in consenting to wait a week when
The deputation then withdrew, and Mar
stem paced up and down the room, wonder
ing II the directors were giving Sartwel
as uneasy a time as the men were giving
him. AS was the case during the former
strike the Salvation Hall had been placed
at the disposal of the men. Marsten had
called no meetings except the one that had
ushered in the strike. He made his head
quarters, however, in q room that opened
upon the platform. and which also com
municated with a narrow lane that led
along the outside of the hall to the street
Here his pickets reported to him, and here
the work made necessary by the strike-thc
bookkeeping and the correspondence-was
done. Here also letters and kilograms were
received. 1t was a bare room with only
two or three chairs and rough table as its
furnishing. Several religious and moral
notices were tackled the boards that
formed the walls. Love one another was
the sentence that met Marsten's eye when
ever he looked up from his seat at the
table. He sometimes smiled sadly as he
gazed at it. Marsten paused in his walk,
and sat down at the table on hearing a
knock at the outside door. A telegraph
messenger entered and handed him an en-
velope. Marsten tore 1t open, and read the
single word stopped" The word had
come from the other side of the earth.
travelling from Sydney, New South wales,
to London. A CLEAN of savage joy lit up
the eyes of the young man, and, to the
amazement of the messenger. he brought
his fist down heavily on the deal table.
There is no answer" he said to the
waiting boy. suddenly recollecting that he
was not alone; and he added to himself.
there will be no answer but one from
Monkton & Hope
Once more ne paced the room up and
down, his frame quivering with the delight
Of battle and the foreknowledge of victory
The motto. Love one another" shone
peacefully but unnoticed on the wall.
Chapter XXXVI.
he
at Esstbol me was finished Edna Sartwell
returned to Wimbledon and again took up
her position In her fathers house. AS time
went on, Sartwell was quietly pleased to
that there was an absence of that fric-
ton between his Womenfolk which had
been his ostensible reason for sending Edna
away. He had had but faint hope that the
interval of two years would soften his
wife's only partially concealed dislike for
the girl; but, now that peace reigned over
the household, he did not inquire too close
ly into the cause of the welcome change.
He did not know his daughter now bore
uncomplGiningly what she had before re-
belled agaiI st. Mrs. Sartwelrs attitude to-
ward education in general was one cal
culated to discourage the friends of learn
ing. She looked upon a course in school
as sinful waste Of time and money The
apostles. she held. had never even gone
to boarding school, and who among pres
ent-day people were to be compared with
the apostles? Education was merely a
pamperer Of that deplorable pride which
was already too great a characteristic of
this conceited nation. She had many texts
at her command which went to prove that
too much learning was q dangerous thing
and these quotations she frequently pre-
sented to Edna. in the hope that many
repetitions OF them would mitigate. in some
measure. the evil that was sure to follow
period spent at q fashionable and ex-
pensive school. Overweening pride was
Mrs Sartwelrs especial bugbear: 1t, more
than anything else was driving modern