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


the consequences Of my words
that Sartwell is a thief and a
cowardly thief. in the estima-
ton of any honest man. He knew that
the life of our fight was our money,
He knew that starvation for the help
less wives and families of our men
was his most powerful ally. He did
not dare TO break in and steal our
money, because he was afraid of the
| law, but he took a meaner and more
cowardly way of accomplishing the
robbery. He appealed to the cupidity
of men ont of work-poor devils! l
don't blame them; they were doubtless
starving-and he told them that if they
| masquerade as employees of his, the
/ union would take them in and pay
! them wages, as long as there was no
! suspicion aroused-that is, if these men
kept their mouths shut they could draw
strike pay. Much as l have always de-
spised Sartwe1, 1 did not think he
would stoop to a trick like this. A man
who robs a bank has some courage,
/ but a man who tempts poverty
stricken wretches to commit the crime,
while he stands safely aside and reaps
the benefit-there is no decent word
In the language to characterize him.
Now, men, you know what has been
done, and the result is that our treas
/ ury is empty, as if Sartwell had broken
into it with a Jimmy. The manager is
| waiting expectantly for the reward of
his burglary. He will throw the gates
| of the works open tomorrow for you
to enter and complete his triumph. The
question before the meeting tonight is
Are you going in?"
A universal. shout of ''Neveri Wen
| starYe first! rose UP to the rafters of
! the building
When he first confronted the meet
! ing that night, Gibbons feared he could
not rouse the men from their evident
GOODNESS toward him; as the speech
went on. increasing murmurs among
! the men and at length savage out
/ bursts of rage showed him that he held
( them in the hollow Of his hand; at the
end word or two from him. and all
the police in that part of London could
not have saved the works from wreck
and flames.
| To the works" was the cry, and
! there was a general movement in re-
| Spouse TO it.
! No. men" shouted Gibbons, his
stentorian voice dominating the uproar.
! Not to the works. Every man home
tonight, but be on the ground in the
morning. We must not play into the
enemy's hands by any attempt at vio-
lence Tomorrow we will intercept
Monkton and Hone and demand our
rights from them in person. Let them
more dealings with Sartwell."
There was a cheer at this and the
meeting disbanded quietly.
Inc next morning the men were out
in force at the still closed gates. and
there were angry threats against the
manager 1t was all right enough,
they said. for Gibbons to counsel mod
Grafton, but the time for moderation
was past. There was an increased body
or police. who kept the crowd moving
as much as was possible, having for
the first time during the strike a most
difficult task to perform. The strikers
We're IN ugly temper, and did not obey
orders or take pushes with the equa-
nimity they had formerly dispIaVed.
but the police showed great forbear-
ance and evidently had instructions not
20 use their truncheons except as a
last resort
Sartwe1, knowing a crisis was at
hand, had slept in the Office, and the
eVer-increasing mob hooted when he
did not appear at his usual time.
Gibbons by word and action, moving
about everywhere, tried to keen his
men IN hand and prevent a conflict.
Ihey cheered him, but paid little at
tention to what he said.
Shortly after 10 o'clock a hanson
drove to the outskirts of the mob. and
was received with a chorus of groans.
Gibbons quickly stepped to the front
Of it and addressed the occunan+
Mr.. Hope" he began
Stand back therer' cried the officer
in charge
Mr.. Hope" cried Gibbons, Il want
ten words with YOU
Little Mr. Hope shrank into a corner
OF the hanson, speechless, his face as
white as a sheet Of paper
Stand back. I sayr' the officer
pUSba6 Cfbbopc
some force in the breast.
Let him answer. VIII you speak for
one minute with your men-the men
who have made you rich?"
Stand backr' reiterated the officer.
pushing him step further
The hanson moved inch by inch
nearer the gates. The crowd seetbed
ike an uneasy sea, but every man held
his breath.
Listen 10 me. Mr.. Hope. Your men
are starving. They ask only
The officer pushed the speaker back
once more. Gibbons heel caught on a
cobblestone and he went down back
ward.
The crowd broke like a wave. sub
merging the police for a moment, food
ing the street as if a dam had given
way The cabb-T on his lofty seat.
trying TO control his frightened horse.
looked like caStaway perched on a
buoy in an angry ocean. He made the
tactical mistake of flashing around him
with his whip. In an instant the
hanson was over and down, with a
crash of splintering glass. The police.
edging together, struck right and left
with q fury that quite matched the
less disciplined rage of the mob The
officers fought their way until there
was a ring around the PROSTATE cab.
Two of them picked up Mr.. Hope, who
was helpless with fear and horror. and
these two, with the little man between !
them, surrounded by a squad that |
stood shoulder to shoulder simply Glove !
their wav through the dense mass to |
the gates, where the small door in the |
large gate was quickly opened and /
shut, with Mr. Hope and one support /
ing policeman inside.
Gibbons, his hat gone, his coat in /
rags, and his face smeared with blood. /
a wild, unkempt figure. rose above the /
struggling mob. and stood on the TOD |
of the fallen cab.
For Gods sake. men," he screamed.
don't resist the policei Fall back, /
Fall back!'
He might as we'll have shouted 10
the winds. The police laid about them
like demons and the crowd was rapid-
~ falling back, not because Gib1s,as
ordered them 10. In an incredibly short
space of time the police in a BODY
marched down the street, and there
was none to oppose them. The rem
nants Of what d few minutes before
seemed an irresistible force lay on the
ma and oroonod