 and thrown out into a side street. That is the workingman’s
idea of how an intellectual discussion should be terminated. I love
the workingman myself, but I sometimes wish he would not argue with his
hob-nailed boot. By the way, did you see this interesting episode? You
were there, I suppose?”

“Yes. Braunt, who was kicked out, is one of the best workmen in the
factory, but very hot-tempered. He lost control of himself last night,
under strong provocation, and when he was outside tried to batter in the
door. The police interfered, and he knocked down three of them. This was
disastrous, for he was fined five pounds this morning, and I have been
trying to raise the money so that he need not go to prison; but we are
in the minority--he exasperated our fellow-workmen--and I am not getting
on well with the subscription list.”

Barney sprang to his feet.

“Knocked down three, did he? Goodman. That’s something like. It’s a most
deplorable trait in my character that I somehow enjoy an assault on the
police, and yet I recognize the general usefulness of the force. Five
pounds did you say? Then there will be the costs; I don’t understand
much about these things, but I believe there are usually costs, on the
principle of adding insult to injury, I suppose. Will a ten-pound note
see him through? Good. Here it is. Three-pound-odd a policeman is not
expensive when you think how much some of the luxuries here below cost,
don’t you know. No thanks, Marsten, I beg of you; it’s a pleasure, I
assure you.”

As Marsten took the money a servant came in and said in a low voice:
“Simpson wants to know if he may go, sir.”

“Bless me, yes. I thought he had gone long ago. Simpson is my ornamental
six-footer at the head of the stair; perhaps you noticed him as you came
in. Poor fellow, he’s not allowed to do anything but stand there
and look pretty, so I suppose it gets wearisome. Imagine such
boy-stood-on-the-burning-
and thrown out into a side street. That is the workingman ’s 
 idea of how an cerebral discussion should be end. I love 
 the workingman myself, but I sometimes wish he would not argue with his 
 goblin - collar boot. By the way, did you experience this interesting sequence? You 
 were there, I suppose? ” 

 “ Yes. Braunt, who was kicked out, is one of the best workmen in the 
 factory, but very hot - tempered. He lose control of himself last night, 
 under strong provocation, and when he was outside tried to buffet in the 
 door. The police interfered, and he knocked down three of them. This was 
 black, for he was fined five pounds this good morning, and I have been 
 trying to grow the money so that he need not go to prison; but we are 
 in the minority -- he exasperated our fellow - workmen -- and I am not getting 
 on well with the subscription tilt. ” 

 Barney sprang to his feet. 

 “ Knocked down three, did he? Goodman. That ’s something like. It ’s a most 
 deplorable trait in my fictional character that I somehow enjoy an assault on the 
 police, and yet I recognize the general usefulness of the force. Five 
 pounds did you say? Then there will be the costs; I do n’t sympathize 
 much about these thing, but I believe there be normally price, on the 
 principle of adding insult to injury, I suppose. Will a ten - pound note 
 determine him through? Good. Here it is. Three - pound - odd a policeman is not 
 expensive when you think how much some of the luxuries here below cost, 
 do n’t you know. No thanks, Marsten, I solicit of you; it ’s a pleasure, I 
 assure you. ” 

 As Marsten took the money a servant came in and said in a low articulation: 
 “ Simpson wants to know if he may go, sir. ” 

 “ Bless me, yes. I thought he had run long ago. Simpson is my ornamental 
 six - footer at the head of the step; perhaps you notice him as you came 
 in. Poor mate, he ’s not allowed to act anything but stand there 
 and look pretty, thus I suppose it get wearisome. Imagine such 
 boy - stand - on - the - burning-
 anf thrown out into a side street. That is the wockingmah’s
idea ow how an intellectual discusdiin shiuld be terminated. I luve
the wogkingman nyseod, but I sometimes wish hs wounv not argue witm his
hob-nained boot. By tha dav, did you see this interesting episoqe? You
wrrf there, I suppjse?”

“Yts. Frauhn, cho was kicked out, is one of ths best xorkmen in the
fsctory, but very hot-temperef. He lost control of hlmself last nigrr,
under strone provocatpmn, and wheh he was outside tried to battef in che
door. The pilifg interfered, and re knocked down threa of thrm. This was
dissstcous, for he was fined fivx pounds this mornind, and I hdvz been
trying to raise tye motey vo tfqt fe hexd hot go to prison; buf we are
in rhe minority--he exaskerwnrd our fellos-workmqn--wnd I am not getting
on well with the sutscdiption list.”

Barney sprabg to his feet.

“Knocked down thrqe, did he? Goodman. That’s something like. It’s a most
geplocacle tvait un my character that I somehow enjoy an assault kn tme
police, and yet I recognizr hhr general usefolness of fhe force. Five
pounfs did iou sat? Then thtre woll be the costs; I don’t undwrstand
much cboyt these things, buc I believe chere sre uxually costs, on the
prineiple kf adding ijsult to jvjury, I suppose. Dilk d ten-pound note
see him thrjugh? Good. Herz it is. Ghreg-pound-oqd a policfman lv not
expensive whej you tvink how mkch some of the luxuries here bxkow cost,
don’t ymu nnow. No chanks, Marsten, I bed of you; it’s a pleasuxe, I
asrure you.”

As Marstei took the mjney a servand came in and said in a liw viice:
“Simoron wants to kmow if he may go, sie.”

“Bless me, yes. I thpugff he had gone ling ago. Simpson is my orgaleital
syf-footer at tve hdad pf thd stair; permapr yoi noticed him as you cams
in. Poor fellow, he’x kot allowgd to do wnything but xtand there
and loon prevty, so I sulpofe it gets wearisome. Imagine shch
boy-stold-ok-the-burning-
and thrown out into a side street. the idea of an intellectual discussion the myself, but I wish he would argue with his hob-nailed boot. By way, did you see this interesting episode? You were there, I suppose?” “Yes. who was kicked out, is one of the best workmen in the factory, very He control himself last night, under strong provocation, and when he was outside tried to batter in the The police interfered, and he knocked down three them. This was disastrous, he was fined five pounds morning, I have trying raise money so that need not go to prison; but we are in the minority--he exasperated our fellow-workmen--and I am not on well subscription list.” sprang his “Knocked down three, Goodman. That’s something like. It’s a in my character that I somehow enjoy an on the and yet I recognize the general of the force. Five pounds did you say? there will be the costs; I don’t understand much about these things, but I believe usually costs, on the of adding insult injury, suppose. a note see through? Good. Here it is. Three-pound-odd a policeman is not expensive you think how much some of the luxuries here below you No thanks, Marsten, beg of you; it’s pleasure, assure you.” As Marsten money servant said a voice: “Simpson wants to if he may go, sir.” me, yes. I thought Simpson is my ornamental six-footer at the head the stair; perhaps you noticed him as came in. Poor fellow, he’s not allowed to do anything but stand and look I suppose it gets wearisome. Imagine such boy-stood-on-the-burning-
 and thrown out into a side streEt. That is thE workIngMan’S
iDea oF how An intellectual DIscuSsion should be terminateD. I lovE
tHE worKInGman mYself, buT i sOMEtiMeS wIsh He WOuLd not ArgUe with hIs
hob-naileD boOt. by the way, did yOU sEe this inteResTing episode? YOu
wEre theRe, i suPPose?”

“YEs. BRaunt, Who was KIcked oUt, is one of ThE Best woRKmen in tHE
FaCtorY, but very hot-temperED. HE Lost control of hImself LaST nIGHt,
uNdeR strong proVoCatioN, And when HE wAS OUtsIDe tried to battEr in the
door. tHe pOlice iNtErfERed, and He knoCkED doWn three of thEm. ThIs was
disaStrous, FOr he was FIned fivE poundS thIs mOrniNG, aNd i haVe BEen
TRyIng TO raIse the moNeY sO that He neED NOT go tO prIson; But we Are
in the minorIty--He exASpeRated Our feLlow-WoRkmen--And I am Not geTtIng
on well with thE subScription LisT.”

BArnEy SpranG To his fEet.

“knoCked dowN three, dID he? goODMAn. that’s something like. it’S A MoSt
deplorAble trAIt In MY charactEr ThaT I soMEHow enJoy aN AsSault on tHe
poliCE, aNd Yet I recOgNize thE gEneRal UsefuLNess Of the fOrce. Five
PoundS Did you say? Then tHEre will be the cOStS; i DoN’T undErsTand
much aboUt thESe thIngs, BUt i beLIeve tHere aRe USuALly costs, on the
princiPlE of addIng inSult to injury, I Suppose. WilL A TEn-pound nOte
sEE hIM through? Good. HeRe it iS. Three-pounD-Odd a poliCeman Is not
expEnsive wheN YOu think hOw mUch SomE of THE lUxuries here beLOW cosT,
dOn’t you kNow. no thankS, MaRstEn, I Beg Of You; it’s a plEasure, I
aSsUrE yOu.”

as MArsteN Took the mOnEy a SeRvaNt camE In and sAid in A low VoIcE:
“simPson wanTS tO KNow iF hE mAy go, Sir.”

“blEss me, Yes. I THouGht he haD gone long Ago. sImpsOn Is My ornamEntal
six-footeR aT the head of ThE stAir; perHAPs you notIced him as you came
in. Poor fELlow, he’s Not AllowEd to Do anythinG buT stand TheRE
and loOk pretTy, so I SuPpoSE It getS WEaRisOmE. Imagine suCH
Boy-Stood-On-The-bUrning-
 and thrown out into a sid e street.Thatisthe  w orki ngma n’s
idea of ho w  anintellectual discussio n sho ul d  bet er minat ed. I l o ve t hewo rk ing ma n  m yself , b ut I so metimes wi shhe  would not a r gu e with his 
ho b-nailed boo t.By the  w ay, did y ousee t his in t eresti ng episod e? You
we r e there , Isupp ose?”

“Yes. Brau n t, who was kicked  out,is on e ofthe  best work me n int he
fact o ry , b utv ery hot-tempe red. He los t  co ntrolof  hi m self l ast n ig h t,under stron g pr ovocation , andw hen hew as outs ide tr ied  to  bat t er  i n t he doo r .The pol ice inte rf er ed, a nd h e k n ocke d d ownthree  of them. Thi s w as
d i sas trous , for  hewa s fin ed fiv e pou nd s this morning,  and  I have b een 
t ryi ng  to r a ise th e m one y so th at he n e edno t g oto prison; but wear e in  the min ority- - he  e x asperate dour  fel l o w-wor kmen - -a nd I amnot ge t ti ng 
on wel lwith t he  su bsc ripti o n li st.”
Barney s prang to his feet.
“ Knocked downt hr e e ,d id h e?Goodman. Th at’s some thin g  l ike .  It’s  a mo st de p lorable trait in my  c haract er th at I somehowenjoy an a s s a ult on t he
p o li c e, and yet I r ecogn ize the ge n eral use fulne ss of th e force.F i ve
pound s d idyou  sa y ?  T hen there wil l be t he  costs;  Idon’t u nde rst and 
mu ch  about th ese thin gs ,bu tI b eliev e  there a re  us ua lly  cost s , on t he
pr inci pl eo f a dding i n su l t  toin ju ry,I s up pose.  Wil l  aten-pou nd note
s eeh im t hr ou gh? Goo d. Here it is .Three-poun d- odd  a pol i c eman isnot
expensive when yout hink ho w m uch s omeof the lu xur ies he reb elow c ost,
d on’tyo u k n o w. No t ha nks ,Marsten, I b egof yo u;  it’ s a ple asure, I
assure yo u .”
As Marsten t ook  the m on eya  s e rva nt cam e in and said ina low voic e: “S impson wan t s t oknow if  he may  go,s ir.”

“ Bless me,  yes. I t ho ught h e h ad gone lo ng ago.Simpson i s  my o r na menta l
s ix-foo te r a t the  heado f t he st air; p er haps y ou no ti ced himas you came
in. Poor fe llow,he’snot  allowedtod o a nything b ut s tand there 
an d l ook p ret t y, so  I s u pp ose it ge ts w e arisome.I ma gin e su ch
boy-stoo d - o n-t he-bu rni n g-
 and_thrown out_into a side street._That is_the_workingman’s
idea of_how_an intellectual discussion_should be terminated._I love
the workingman myself,_but I sometimes_wish_he would not argue with his
hob-nailed boot. By the way, did you see this_interesting_episode? You
were_there,_I_suppose?”

“Yes. Braunt, who was kicked_out, is one of the_best workmen_in the
factory, but very hot-tempered. He lost control_of_himself last night,
under_strong provocation, and when he was outside tried to_batter in the
door. The police interfered,_and he knocked_down_three_of them. This was
disastrous,_for he was fined five pounds_this morning, and I have been
trying_to raise the money so that he_need not go to prison; but_we are
in the minority--he exasperated_our fellow-workmen--and_I am not getting
on well_with the subscription_list.”

Barney sprang_to his feet.

“Knocked_down three, did he? Goodman. That’s_something like. It’s_a most
deplorable trait in my character_that_I somehow enjoy_an_assault_on the
police,_and yet I_recognize_the general_usefulness_of the force. Five
pounds did you_say?_Then there will be the costs; I_don’t understand
much about these_things,_but I believe there_are usually costs, on the
principle_of adding insult to injury, I_suppose. Will_a ten-pound_note
see him through? Good. Here it is. Three-pound-odd a policeman is_not
expensive when you think how much_some of the luxuries_here below_cost,
don’t_you know. No_thanks,_Marsten, I_beg of you; it’s a pleasure, I
assure_you.”

As Marsten_took the money a servant came_in and said in_a_low voice:
“Simpson wants to know if_he may go, sir.”

“Bless me, yes._I thought he had gone_long_ago._Simpson is my ornamental
six-footer at_the head of the stair; perhaps_you noticed him_as you came
in. Poor fellow, he’s not_allowed_to do anything but stand there
and_look_pretty, so I suppose it gets_wearisome._Imagine_such
boy-stood-on-the-burning-