Evening star., 1923-12-16

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row ran its course. 1t echoed away
In long heaves, little shudders. He
set her upright on his knee and with
handkerchief wiped her eyes.
Feel better? Better now. eh?'
He put the handkerchief in his
pocket. rLook here. I expect you'd
like to do something for me. wouldn't
your"
She nodded. She couldn't quite as
yet got words.
There's some people waiting here
to. see me. Cleggs been in
and out Of the room while you've
been having your cry. 1 want you
Just to go In and say something to
them for me. VIII your
She nodded again. She frightened
very much at the idea Of a. thing to
do. She nodded more vigorously.
is 1t the p-party?"
l. You might call it a party" He
set her on her feet. They're in the
room straight opposite across the
hall Just go in and say to them
from me"--he told her what to say.
rCan you remember -that?'
"Oh. yes. 1t sounds funny to me.
VIII they understand"
You see! Well. perhaps-look, if
they don't, give them this" He
wrote on slip Of paper and handed
1t to her.
OK persons awaited the little girl.
The strikers deputation consisted
OF four men and two women. They
| sat along one side OF the table in the
great dining room and they sat
silently with rather sad. anxious
eyes fixed on the door. Have you
ever seen the eyes Of bullocks
looking out through the gates of a
| slaughter house? They had been
kept waiting a long time and they
boded no good from tho delay. That
strike-breaker!
The handle Of the door turned
slowly. "oh. my Cod" said one of
the women.
The door, instead OF opening very
| wide to admit the master. opened but
few inches. The little girl slid in
| through the aperture and turned and
| stood on tiptoe to put both hands to
the handle and shut it again.
The deputation simply stared
The little girl came up to the table
and looked over IT, III you please"
| she said. +my dear uncle says your
terms are granted"
The deputation simply stared
The little girl nodded in a friendly
way. "Yes. your terms are granted
| That's what my dear uncle told me
to say"
They were all on their feet.
Granted" cried one; and Grant
ed"' another
There's this paper" said the little
girl, surprised. for she had never
been to a party like this before
The paper went to the hands Of ar
old man who had had the center
place at the table. He read it aloud
in trembling voice:
Your terms are granted. The
works will open in all departments
at 6 am. tomorrow. The new scale
| will take effect forthwith.
HENRY BAssErT.
IN. B-FNrnacemen should attend at
am
The old man dropped heavily on
his chair and put his arms on the
table and buried his head in them.
Some one said, Praise God!-Praise
Godr' The woman facing the little
girl dropped on her knees and clasp
ed the little girl terribly to her
heart. The little fairies on the wide
steps Of fairyland skipped and crowed
with glee. did you ever!', cried all
the little fairies and snapped their
pink little fingers and thumbs, and
skipped and crowed again, and slid
of helter-skelter on sunbeams to
welcome the little fairy with the
rosy mouth, coming back triumph
ant.
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THAT should end the story. But
the real end OF the story came.
like the beginning, at Tidborough
railway station.
Mr.. Tug Sanders had made three
attempts to penetrate the crowd and
reach the house, but each time his
courage failed him and he retreated.
So he took himself away-well away
and wandered the country lanes
till the Z o'clock up-train should be
due. The time came. Sneaking fur
lively through the streets. he was
frozen to discover the market square.
through which he must pass, filled
with a yelling, rushing and madly
excited crowd Of strikers. He pulled
his hat over his eyes and trenulously
threaded his way into the mob.
He was we'll known. His photo
had not made fifty yards to the sta
ton when he was discovered and
his, name roared into the welkin.
He was seized. He closed his eyes
and set his teeth for the hideous
end of being torn to death. Lo, he
was raised shoulder high, and was
being borne aloft to the station.
Thuaderous roars hymned him on.
Good old Tug Sanders! Good old
Tuggy! Three cheers for good old
Tuggy-and another-and another
and anotheri" Hundreds pressed for
ward to touch his hand. Mothers
held up their children to him. Girls
threw flowers.
Dumbfounded. speechless, in a
dream. the superb and magnificent
strikebreaker. found himself in a
compartment Of the up-express, lean
ing from window and regarding
with a sickly grin the tossing mob
that tumultuously surged before him.
adoring him. His shattered ears had
informed him that the strike was
ended. the men victorious. but what
on earth? What the dickens"
His sickly and fatuous grin was all
he could achieve
"Ah, amt e modest" cried stout
lady perched on the platform book
STALL "Ah, II e amt modest as e is
noble, the darling"
The train started. What a shout!
What very delirium, Of ecstatic
..,.- The local hraes hand