Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1897-01-09

to her fathers knowledge, it would kindle
Sartwell's fierce resentment against him
and undoubtedly jeopardize his mission.
Sartweil would see in his visit to Wimble-
don nothing but a ruse to obtain an inter-
view with the girl. Braunt had trusted
him, ami had sent him off with hearty
godspeed: the fate of exaseprated men on
the very brink of disorder might depend on
his success Women and children might
starve to pay for five minutes delightful
talk with Edna Sartwell. No such tenpta-
ton had ever confronted him before, and
he put il away from him with faint and
wavering hand.
No he said. with a sigh. 'it was Mr..
Sartwell l wanted to See. / will call upon
him at his Office
The servant closed the door with a bang.
surely he did not need 10 take all that
"No"
The smallness of a word, however, bears
little relation to the difficulty there may be
in pronouncing it Yet the bang of the door
resulting from his hesitation brought about
the very meeting he had with such reluct-
ance resolved to forcgo. 1t Is perhaps hard
ly complimentary to Sartweii to state that
when his daughter heard the door shut so
empha tically she thought her father had
returned. and that something had gone
wrong. Patience was not among Sartwelrs
virtues, and when his wife. actuated solely
by a strict sense of duty, endeayored to
point out to him some of his numerous
faiiings, the man, instead of being grateful,
often terTins ted a conversation intended
entirely for his own good by violently slam
ming the door and betaking himself to the
breezy common, where a person may walk
miles without going twice over the same
path.
The girl ran toward the front of the
house, on hearing the noisy closing of the
door. and was far from being treasured
when she recognized Marsten almost at the
gate. That something had happened to her
father instantly flashed across her mind.
She fieetly overlook the young man. and
mis- evident agitation on seeing her con-
f1rrned her fears.
ooh, Mr.. Marsten." she cried. breathless-
ly. SIS there anything wrong? Has there
been more trouble at the works?"
NO: don't think So" he stammered.
II feel sure something is amfss. Tell me.
tell me. Don't keep me In suspense"
II think everything Is all right
why do you say you think? Aren't
'No. 1 haven't. I've just come from
Surbiton- I wanted to speak with Mr.. Sart-
well. but 1 find he's not at home"
on" said the girl. evidently much re-
lieved Then she flashed a bewildering.
piercing glance at him. that vaguely re-
called her father to his mind. From Sur
bton2 You came from Surbiton just now? 90
yes he faltered.
You have been to see Mr. Hope"
Marsten was undeniahly confused, and
the girl saw il. A flush of anger over
spread her face.
IF your visit was a secret one, of course
don't expect you to answer my question"
1T was not intended to be secret visit,
but-but Mr.. Hope asked me not to men
ton IT,"
Not to mention 1t to my father"
ITO any one"
Edna Sartwen gazed at the unhappy
young man with a look Of reproach in her
eyes. and a1so-alas,- look OF scorn.
Il can see by your face" she said in
dignantly. that you don't want my father
TO know that you have been talking to Mr.
Hope about the strike"
~ r
think. Miss Sartwell." replied Marsten.
with a burst Of courage that astonished
himself Il sew Mr.. Hope about the strike,
ard II was his WISH not mine, that Mr.
Sartwell should not know / had been there
But am wrong in saying 1T was not mine.
/ don't want Mr.. Sartwell to know either
Wen, ! call that treachery.' cried the
glrl. her face ablaze-
ITO whom asked Marsten. the color
leaving his face as it mounted in hers.
ITO my father"
1T may be treachery, as you say but not
TO Nj Sartwell. 1t Is treachery to Gibbons
perhaps. for he is secretary to the union
and leader OF the strike. while 1 am a men,
her of the union and a striker. / cannot
be tre1cherous TO Mr. Sar,well, for we are
at war with each other"
You were rot at war with him when
you thought he could do you favor" said
The young man looked at her in speech
less amazement-
"Oh. yes" she continued, "he told me Of
lt-lhdt iilsnt was idSt at the ONCE he
refused you. and you were angry then.
thought at the time you were merely disap-
pointed. and I spoke to him your behalf
but he said / knew nothing about you,
and i see / didn't i never thought you
were a person who would plot behind your
employers back"
''Miss Sartweli," said Marsten, speaking
slowly. you are entirely wrong In your
opinion Of me. feel no resentment against
Mr.. Sartwen. and I hope he has none
against me. You spoke Of treachery Just
now. My treachery, as have said. Is
against Gibbons. I mean to depose him II
can get enough OF the men to vote with
me. Then the way viii be smooth for Mr.
SsrtweIl to put an end to this trouble
which am SURE II causing him more worry
than perhaps any one else"
But why, II that II the case, don't you
want him to know thisr"
Don't you Sc whyf It II 30 that he
Wont make the same mistake that you