Omaha daily bee., 1897-01-03

passed. The police could not be expected to
know that the real resentment of the mob
was not directed against the man whose
cab had been overturned that morning.
Il hope Sartwel won't venture out to-
night" said Marsten to Braunt. 'It will
take more than twelve policemen to guard
him If he does
'He has some sense" replied Braunt,
"and will stay where he is"
Neither Braunt nor Marsten had been
present during the mornings battle but
they, like many others with nothing to do,
had como in thd afternoon.
AS Braunt spoke the small door In the gate
opened, and Sartwell, entirely alone, stepped
out. He had no more formidable weapon in
his hand than hii customary slim and trim
umbrella. His silk hat was as glossy and
his clothes were spick and span as If he
were a tailor's model. He seemed to have
aged a trihe since the strike began, but
his wiry, well-knit body was as erect as
ever. and in his eye was that stern look of
command before which, at one time or an
other, every man in his employ had quailed.
An instantaneous hush fell upon the crowd.
The cry OF a hawker in a distant street
was heard. Every man knew that the fling
ing OF missile, or the upraising CT an arm
even, would be as spark in powder mill.
Let but the stroke fall, and all the police
in London could not have saved the life of
the man walking across the cleared space
from the gates toward the crowd. The mass
of silent humanity had but to move for
ward, and Sartwell's life would be crushed
out on the paving stones.
Sartwell, without pause and without hurry
walked across the intervening space, with
evident confidence that the men would make
way for him. There was no sign of fear
in his manner. nor. on the other hand, was
there any trace of staggering authority
about him, but there was in the glance of
his steey eye and the pose of his head
that indehnable something which stamps a
man master-which commands obedience,
instant and unquestoned.
The crowd parted before him. and he cast
no look over his shoulder. Habit being
strong, one or two raised hand to forelock as
he passed, getting in return the same curt
nod that had always acknowledged such
salutation. The human ocean parted before
him as did the Red before the Hebrew
leader, and the manager passed through
unscathed.
Cod" cried Braunt, towering above his
fellows and shaking his fist at the unof-
tending sky. Il have seen in my life one
brave man."
CHAPTER XIV.
Come with me, Marsten," said Braunt
Let us get out of this crowd. l want
word with you"
The two made their way to queter street
and walked together toward Rose Garden
court, talking as they went
This foolish strike must stop" began
the Yorkshire man, "and now Is the time
TO stop il. The men are tired of It,, and
the masters are sick of it, but neither will
give in. so a way must be found cut OF the
tanglc, and you are the man to find the
way"
How? The men won't throw over Glib
bons, and Sartwell will resign before he will
confer with him. Remember how Gibbons
swayod the men last night. In spite of the
grumbling there had been against him be-
fore the meeting opened"
Yes, | know. But, my lad there is dis
sension ir the other camp, as we'll as in
ours Sartwelrs coming out as he did just
now was just as much in defiance OF his mas
ters as OF his men, If we knew the truth
OF it, both MonlStOn and Hope wanted him
to come with them and Their bJdyguard.
He refused. From what ! hear, Mr.. Hope
was so frightened this morning that he
could not have spoken II his life depended
upon It, There must have been some hot
talk between the three today. Sartwell
undorestimates the danger. and the two
owners perhaps overestimate II. What
am sure of Is that there is division between
Sartwoll and the masters and when they
hear that he came out alone tonight, while
they were guarded by twelve policemen.
they'll be more angry than ever IL there's
any spirit in either of them
Now what you must do tomorrow is TO
meet either Monkton or Hope, or both II
possible You'll see they won't lock near the
works again until this strikes ended I'd
20 to Mr., Hope first. II | were you. Hos
had the worst fright Tell him you want
to end the trouble and he'll listen Willingly
Very likely he has some plan OF his own
that Sartwell won't lei him try. II YOU get
him TO promise TO give us what we, want IL
wa throw over Gibbons well spring that on
the meeting. and you'll see, II we work 1t
right, Gibbons Will be thrown over Then
therd viii be no trouble with Sartwell"
ut seems treacherous thing to do" said
Marsten, with some hesitation
Gods truth, lad" cried Braunt, with