The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1907-09-15


that's what they was sayin'. sure! /
Bergman was tellin' 'em-yes sir, Herm
Bergman. He was sayin it was wicked /
FIR yOuse people L be rich an them !
starvin' an earnin' yer money, or /
somethin'. An he said the time was |
comm when they could ell start in |
and employe had melted away; they |
own money an more, too, an they
oughter have it, An Henckel said
somethin' bout burnin the place. an
Bergman said it'd be another lesson FIR
capital, and ne laughed SOS it'd make
yer blood run cold. Anyway, they're
comm. Will l git the coppers? There
amt much time"
mo, we don't want any coppers,"
said Hanford quietly Haven't you
imagined good deal of this?'
"Wot?" The relation of employer
up against it, an Y amt wise, You're
were man TO man. imagined it, L
guess not! Didn't 1 hear EN-? Wasn't
I there when they was sayin' it?sAin't
me mother Dutch? Couldn' l under
stan 'em2 What2"
Yes, yes, yes, but"
Now, I'm goin' TO get them cop
persr'
You are not going to bring any po-
lice in here" said Hanford severely.
sit down in that chair again, Mat
"Aw-qUieteri" Matty was out of his
chair and half across the room. His
eyes snapped. and his thin hands, out
stretched toward the other, trembled
violently. You look-a-herei You're
up agains it, an v amt wisei See?
But Y are, just the same, Whatn
you do when them fellers come in here
an start L mix it up? Hey? If the's
ony four, it's four t one, and any
Of . J, re,s.fr,
be the little Dutchman. What's goin'
t happen when them crazy Holsters
start L rough-house it? Why, they'll
hand you a couple O. good bats an ye'li
croakr' he cried wildly. They don't
care-they'd just as soon! An what's
that gOil o yOurn gOin' { say when
they find ye-stiff an wit yer nut
cracked? Hey? What's she goin' t
say? Hey? I'm goin' fer them cop
pers"
Like a flash of light he had disap-
peared through the door. Hanford re-
covering from the cOlloquial torrent,
started to his feet and called after
him. There was no pause in the quick,
slapping footsteps. They reached the
floor below; the rapid patter crossed
the scale platform and reached the
pavement-and died away.
Somewhere below Bergmans voice
called:
Hi, kid! We're de deffel you goin'
so quick?"
Then there was silence, and Hanford
returned to his desk.
That gOil." Peculiarly, the Mater
ial Angel rose first in his mind Would
she care if the whole place fell in en-
him? He smiled cynically. In the
depths of his consciousness he was per-
fectly well aware that she would care
very much; but it pleased him to smile
cynically and believe that she would
not.
But his thoughts shunted quickly
from the Material Angel. Was this
absurd affair the product OF a child
brain somehow excited or an actual
fact2 For a time he could not admit
the latter. Were it true it meant that
ne had been blind-that instead of the
rigid discipline so long his pride he
had been fostering within the burnside
works a perfect garden spot of an
aTchy.
Not many seconds later lie pulled
open one of the small drawers and ex-
tracted the revolver, hypothetical pro-
tector Of the safe. In the year of his
incumbency he had never even handled
the weapon before. He looked it over
and opened the chamber. 1t was quite
empty and rusty to a degree. He
glanced again into the drawer for cart
| ridges; they were not there.
But if-not that he conceded the pos
sibility. but if-the lunatics were
meditating something He laid the
! impOsingly useless pistol at his side.
Out on the high roof of the works
the whistle was blowing Tor I. In a
very few minutes the crowd would
come filing up for their money. Han
/ ford closed the door and opened the lit
| tie pay window in the upper panel. He
| laid the cash box on the shelf below
/ and the gun beside it. and waited with
| nerves more tense than he would have
| cared to admit.
! Steps shuffled on the stairs He bent
and watched through the small aper-
| ture
| Eenckel, His lowered head appeared
above the floor. Bergmanl Schmidt,
/ Then KreitZ, the little Dutchman. -
/ followed-and no more. These four
were ahead of the main body. at any
rate.
! It was Henckel who advanced first
| upon the window, his face blank and
! heavy HanfOTd picked out his enVel-
! ope. The man halted and he extended
the little yellow package with steady
| hand
! In a twinkling his arn vas seized
and dragged through! He tried to
wrench it free and could not. He
| reached for the revolver and thrust it
/ through the opening and into HenckeFs
| face. The man cried out and lodged,
and his grip relaxed.
HanfOrd slammed the window,
! snatched the cash box and darted
! across for the safe.
! The Office door was bending and
| creaking-the upper part turned inward.
| He heard a vOlley Of gruff Dutch. The
| lock buckled, the door flew open and
crashed back against the wall, and the
men were on him,
He Strengthened up and put his back
to the safe: he hal no time to twirl
| the combination. The pistol pointed
full at them, and his sharp voice
! yelled:
Stand back there! The first man
gets it that"
bergman rushed him. His arm flew
! up-the weapon shot away and ratified
| into the corner. A Inurdcrous fist just
missed his head as he ducked. Then
great arms seized him and hurled MIN
/ violently to the floor; iron fingers
| clutched his throat. lie was daZed by
the fall. half stunned and choking, but