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

OoiHe with me, MarSten" said
Braunt Let us get out of this crowd.
L want word with you
| The two made their wav to a ouie+ar
street and walked together toward
Rose Garden court, talking as they
went
This foolish strike must stop" began
the Yorkshireman, and now is the
Ilme 10 stop IT. The men are tired of il
ana the masters are sick of il. b1t
neither Will give in, so way must be
found out of the tangle, and Won are
the man TO find the way"
How? The men won't throw over
| GIBBONS, and Sartwell will resign he
fore he will confer with him. Remem-
Der now Gibbons swayed the men last
night, IN spite of the grumbling there
mad beer against him before the meet
ing opened"
Yes. L know. But my lad. there is
dissension in the other camp as we'll
as in ours Sartwell's coming out as he
dId just now was as much defiance of
his masters as of his men. If we knew
the truth of it. both Monkton and
Hope wanted him to come with them
and their body guard. He refused.
FROM what I hear. Mr.. Hope was so
frightened this morning that he couId
not have spoken if his life had de-
pended upon it. There must have been
some hot talk between the three TODAY
SartWen underestimate the danger
and the two owners perhaps over-esti-
mate it. What l am sure of is that
there is division between Sartweu and
the masters, and when they hear that
ne came out alone tonight while they
were guarded by II policemen, thev'II
be more angry than ever, if there's anv
spirit in either of them
Now, what you must do tomorrow is
TO meet either Monkton or Hone or
both if possible. You'll see they won't
look near the works again until this
strikes ended. I'd go to Mr.. Hone
lrst, II | were YOU. He's had the worst
fright. Tell him you want to end the
trouble and hell listen willingly. Very
likely he has some plan of his own
that Sartwell won't let him try. If
you get him to promise to give us what
we want if we throw over Gibbons
We'll spring that on the meeting and
you'll see, if we work it right, Gibbons
will be thrown over. Then there viii
be no trouble with Sartwel.''
1t seems a treacherous thing TO do"
said Marsten with some hesitation.
Gods truth, lad" cried Braunt. with
some Impotence. Haven't they been
treating you like traitor ever since
this strike began? What's the differ
ence if il does look like treachervp
Think of the wives and children of the
men, if not OF the men themselves:
think of those that no one has given a
thought to all these weeks, the women
workers in the top floor of the works.
They've had little strike pay; they
have no vote al the meetings and
they have to suffer and starve when
they are willing to work Treachery?
I'd be traitor a thousand times over
to see the works going again"
I'll do it," said Marsten.
waste on railway fare. so next morn
ing early he set his face TO the west
and trudged along the Portsmouth
road the II miles distance between
London and Surbiton
AS he walked up the beautifully kent
drive TO the Hope mansion, he thought
he saw the owner among the trees at
the rear. pacing very dejectedly up
and down a path. Marsten hesitated q
moment. but finally decided to apDIv
formally a the front door. The serv-
ant looked at him with evident sus-
picion, and after learning his business
promptly returned, saying Mr.. Hone
could not see him. The door was shut
upon him. but Marsten felt sure Mr.
Hope had not been consulted in the
matter so instead of going out hv the
gate he had entered. he went aroma
the house to the plantation beyond.
and there came upon Mr.. Hope. who
was much alarmed at seeing a stranger
suddenly appear before him.
I am one OF your workmen. Mr..
Hope, began Marsten, by way of re-
assuring the little man: but his words
had an entirely opposite effect. Mr..
Hope looked wildly TO right and left
of him, but seeing no chance of escape.
resigned himself, with a deem sigh RI
dynamite or whatever other shane This
particular workingman's arguments
might take.
What do you want?" faltered the
at last.
~ want this strike to end.
.Oh, so do ]. so do IL cried Mr..
Hope, almost in tears
Then, Mr.. Hope, won't you allow mo
to speak with you a few moments and