The Eureka sentinel. [volume] (Eureka, Nev.) 1902-current, 1914-12-19

and countered swiftly. In the startled
silence which succeeded the destruc-
ton Of the great window-it had light
ed the staircase at Bolton for genera
tions-his voice rang out Ike a trum-
pet. "a
Listen to me-" he cried. "You have
a grievance. You have come up here
to square accounts with me. You
think you have right on your side. l
think 1t Is OF mine. Both of us are
spelling for u fight. In our present
frame Of mind nothing else will salts
fy US. Now here is.a fair offer. Send
up IN two men you like out OF that
multitude down there and / will take
them on, both together or one after the
other, us you please. l am rising for
ty-seven, but il l fail to drop either
OF your representatives over this balus-
trade, back Were he came from, In
side of five minutes i promise to re-
NIT the dues on that odd hundred
weight that you are making all this
TODD about. Is it a bargain, gentle-
men?" Ag.g4 81
He had struck the right note. The
low angry m%urmuring suddenly ceas-
ed, and a great wave of Homeric
laughter rolled over the crowd. The
British collier has his faults, but With
in his limits be is a sportsman. He
appreciates pluck.
Good ladt' reared a voice out of
the darkness. Then there fell another
silence.
Il am waiting, gentlemen" said Jug
gernaut presently.
But he had to continue waiting. His
audience, as previously noted, were
sportsmen within limits. The limits,
alas, in these soft days are too often
rabbit coursing or the backing of d
horse in a race which will not be wit
messed by the hacker. 1t is always
gratifying to be invited to participate
in a sporting event, but there is a diff
ference between a seat ON the platform
and a place in the arena. Getting hurt
gr~atuitously is slipping into the index
expurgatorius of modern field sports.
Men began to look sheepishly at one
another. One or two had started for
ward instinctively,. but the impulse
died away. A humorist vas heard i'm
ploring his friends to hold him back.
There was something unutterably grim
about the towering figure up on the
terrace. Democracy and the equality
of mankind to the contrary, Jack usu-
a11, ,.,onovsxao htr v,oc<o- xrhnv -
comes to a pinch. No Jack seemed to
desire advancement on this occasion.
J%uggernaut waited for another min
ute. He wanted the silence to sink
in. He wanted the crowd to feel ride
ulous. That object achieved, he pro-
posed to turn his visitors to the right
about and send them home. He had
been through this experience before,
and felt comparatively sur of his
ground.
Provided, that is, that II thing did
not occur. There were women present.
Now women are exempt from the
law of averages; the sex snaps its fin
gers at computations based upon Ia
b~oriously compiled statistics. If the
women-or more likely a woman-gave
the men a lead, anything might hap
pen. And just as Juggernaut uplift-
ed his voice to pronounce a valedic-
ton the disaster befell.
"Now go home," he began. "You
are not yourselves tonight Go home.
and think things over. Consult the
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If you are of the same mind tomorrow,
l promise to-
Call yourselves men? towards!
towards. towards, One of us is worth
the lot of you"
A woman, with a shawl over her
head and a child in her ars4s, had
mounted halfway up the steps, and
was addressing the mob below. Sir
John recognized her as Mrs. Brash, a
quiet little person as a rule.
Come up, chaps.' she shrieked.
Are you going to let him stamp on US
all? Look at his fine house and his
electrics and his marble steps and all!'
They We're plain freestone, but let that
pass.) where did he get 'em all?
E@
From us-us that he has starved and
clemmed this last two months! Are
you afraid of him-the lot of you?
Great hulking towards. l see you,
Brash, hiding there. Isn't there one
a here!"
Yes, by God, there is"
With a bound Killick, the brooding
visionary, the utopian Socialist, was at
the top of the steps. brandishing a pit
prop and haranguing his comrades
There was no stopping him. Mrs.
Brash had fired the train, and Killick
was the explosion. His words gushed
out-hot, passionate, delirlous. The
mans sense of proportion, always un-
stable, was gone entirely. He burned
with the conviction of his wrongs and
those of his fellows. Nobilis ira gave
him el%oquence. He laid violent hands
upon wealth and greed and tyranny
and flung them one by n down the
stems on to the heads of his hearers