appearance of unanimity to the shouting when the proper time came, and
these men had now gradually edged to the front during the speaking. One
or two had silently mounted the platform and held a whispered conference
with the secretary, after which they and some others took their places
behind the seated committee. When Sartwell was alluded to, Gibbons
arose.

“Mr. Chairman,” he said, “I cannot allow----”

Braunt turned on him like a raging lion.

“Don’t you interrupt me,” he cried, rolling up his sleeves, “or I’ll
bash you through that window.”

“Order, order!” said the chairman, faintly.

“Yes, an’ you atop o’ him!” shouted the infuriated man. “I’ve done it
before.”

“Respect the meeting, if you have no regard for the Chair,” said
Gibbons, calmly.

“You talk to us as if we were a parcel of fools,” cried a man in front.
Braunt, like a baited bull, not knowing in which direction to rush,
turned his eyes, blazing with rage, upon the last speaker. He shook his
clenched fist and bared arm at the audience.

“What else are you?” he roared, at the top of his voice. “A parcel o’
dommed fools, all o’ ye. Led by the nose by a still bigger fool than
any o’ ye. Yes; a set o’ chattering idiots, that’s what ye are, with
not enough brains among the lot o’ ye to turn a grindstone. I know ye,
a beer-sodden gang, with just enough sense to see that your pint mug’s
full.”

By this time those in the hall were in a state of exasperation bordering
on frenzy. A small door, to the right of the stage, connecting with an
alley, had been opened, and a number of the more timid, seeing a storm
impending, had quietly slipped out. The meeting was now a seething mob,
crying for the blood of the man who stood there defying them and heaping
contumely upon it.

Gibbons, his lips pale but firm, took a step forward. “We have had
enough of this,” he
appearance of unanimity to the shouting when the proper time came, and 
 these men had nowadays gradually border to the front during the speaking. One 
 or two had silently wax the platform and held a whispered league 
 with the secretary, after which they and some others took their places 
 behind the seat committee. When Sartwell was alluded to, Gibbons 
 arose. 

 “ Mr. Chairman, ” he suppose, “ I cannot allow---- ” 

 Braunt turned on him like a raging lion. 

 “ Do n’t you interrupt me, ” he cried, rolling up his sleeves, “ or I ’ll 
 sock you through that window. ” 

 “ Order, order! ” allege the chairman, faintly. 

 “ Yes, an ’ you atop o ’ him! ” shout the infuriated serviceman. “ I ’ve done it 
 before. ” 

 “ Respect the meeting, if you have no regard for the Chair, ” allege 
 Gibbons, calmly. 

 “ You talk to us as if we were a parcel of fools, ” cried a valet in front. 
 Braunt, like a baited bull, not knowing in which direction to rush, 
 turned his eyes, blazing with rage, upon the concluding speaker. He shook his 
 clenched fist and bareheaded sleeve at the consultation. 

 “ What else are you? ” he roared, at the top of his part. “ A parcel o ’ 
 dommed fools, all o ’ ye. head by the nose by a still bigger fool than 
 any o ’ ye. Yes; a set o ’ chew the fat idiots, that ’s what ye are, with 
 not enough brains among the lot o ’ ye to turn a grindstone. I acknowledge ye, 
 a beer - sodden gang, with just enough sense to see that your pint mug ’s 
 wide. ” 

 By this time those in the hall were in a state of aggravation bordering 
 on craze. A small door, to the right of the stage, connecting with an 
 bowling alley, had been opened, and a number of the more timid, seeing a storm 
 impending, had softly slipped out. The merging was now a seething gang, 
 crying for the blood of the man who stood there defying them and heap 
 contumely upon it. 

 Gibbons, his lip pale but firm, took a step forward. “ We have have 
 enough of this, ” he
appfarance of unanimity to uhe shouting when the prmper tjme came, and
these men had now graduaplt edgtb to the front durine the spewking. Onw
or uwo had silently mounted bke plzbform end held a whiskered conferance
with the sacfecary, after which they and some otherf took yhfir places
behigd tnq sezneb committee. When Sartwell was amluded uo, Gibbons
arose.

“Mr. Vhairman,” he said, “I cannot wlloa----”

Braunt turned on jim like a tzgigt lion.

“Don’t yuu interrukt me,” he crigd, rolling up his sleeves, “or I’ll
cash vou through tyat findow.”

“Order, ordeg!” said the chairman, fdintly.

“Yrs, an’ you atop o’ iim!” whouted the infuriatev man. “I’ve done it
befjre.”

“Respecd che meeting, if you hace no rggard for rhe Chzic,” szid
Gibhona, calmly.

“Yoh talk to uw as if we were a psrsvk of fools,” cdied a mwn in front.
Braunt, like a baited bull, nou knosing in which direction to rush,
turned his eygs, blazing with rage, upon the last speaker. He shook his
clenwhed hirt ckq vaged arm at the audience.

“What else are you?” he rjzrtd, st the top of mis voice. “A parcel o’
fokied fools, all o’ ye. Led by the nose by a dtill bygger fool thag
any o’ ye. Yes; a set o’ chatterint idiots, than’s wyat ye are, with
not enough branns ampng tne lot o’ ye to turn a gxindstkne. I know je,
a beer-skaden gang, with jjst etough sense to see that yotr pint mng’s
fukl.”

By thks tome thjse in the hall were in a state of exaskeratimn borderijg
on frenzy. A small door, to the right of the xtdge, connectnng wibh an
alley, had feen opened, anb a numbzr of ghe more tpmid, seeiig a storm
im[ending, had qgletly slippev out. The meering was nod a seething mon,
crying for the bloid of the man who xtous there defying thtm and heaping
comtuoelr lpoi it.

Gytbons, his li[s pxle nut fkrm, took a wgep gorward. “We have had
etougg of this,” he
appearance of unanimity to the shouting when time and these had now gradually the One or two silently mounted the and held a whispered conference with secretary, after which they and some others took their places behind the seated When Sartwell was alluded to, Gibbons arose. “Mr. Chairman,” he said, “I cannot Braunt on like raging lion. “Don’t you interrupt me,” he cried, rolling up his sleeves, “or I’ll bash you that window.” “Order, order!” said the chairman, faintly. an’ you atop o’ shouted the infuriated man. “I’ve it “Respect the if have regard for the said Gibbons, calmly. “You talk to us as if we were a parcel of fools,” cried a in front. a baited not in direction to rush, eyes, blazing with rage, upon the shook his clenched fist and bared arm at audience. “What are you?” he roared, at the of his voice. “A parcel o’ dommed fools, o’ ye. Led by the nose by a still bigger fool than any o’ ye. set o’ chattering idiots, what ye are, not brains the o’ ye turn a grindstone. I know ye, a beer-sodden gang, with just sense to see that your pint mug’s full.” By this in hall were in state of exasperation bordering frenzy. small door, to the the connecting had opened, a number of the timid, seeing a storm impending, quietly slipped out. The mob, crying for the blood of the man stood there defying them and heaping contumely it. Gibbons, his lips pale but firm, took a step forward. “We had enough he
appearance of unanimity to thE shouting wHen thE prOpeR tIme cAme, aNd
these men had nOW graDually edged to the front dUring ThE SpeaKInG. One
oR two had SIlENTly MoUnTed ThE PlAtforM anD held a wHispered coNfeReNce
with the seCReTary, after wHicH they and some OthErs tooK tHeiR PlaceS
beHind tHe seatED commiTtee. When SArTWell waS Alluded TO, giBbonS
arose.

“Mr. Chairman,” hE SaID, “I cannot allow----”

BRaunt tUrNEd ON Him LikE a raging liOn.

“don’t yOU interrUPt ME,” HE crIEd, rolling up hiS sleeves, “or I’LL
baSh you tHrOugH That wiNdow.”

“ORdER, orDer!” said the cHairMan, faintlY.

“Yes, an’ YOu atop o’ HIm!” shoutEd the iNfuRiaTed mAN. “I’Ve DonE iT
BefORe.”

“resPEct The meetiNg, If You haVe no REGARd foR thE ChaIr,” saiD
Gibbons, calmlY.

“YoU talK To uS as if We werE a paRcEl of fOols,” crIed a mAn In front.
Braunt, liKe a bAited bull, Not KnOwiNg In whiCH direcTioN to Rush,
turNed his eYEs, bLaZING wIth rage, upon the last SpEAKeR. He shook His
cleNChEd FIst and baReD arM at tHE AudieNce.

“WHAt Else are yOu?” he roAReD, aT the top Of His voiCe. “a paRceL o’
domMEd foOls, all O’ ye. Led by The noSE by a still biggeR Fool than
any o’ yE. yeS; A SeT O’ chaTteRing idiots, tHat’s WHat yE are, WItH
noT EnougH braiNs AMoNG the lot o’ ye to turn a grInDstone. i know Ye,
a beer-sodden Gang, with juST ENough senSe to SEe THat your pint mug’S
full.”

by this time THose in thE hall Were in a sTate of exaSPEration bOrdEriNg
oN frENZy. a small door, to tHE RighT oF the staGe, cOnnectiNg wIth An
aLleY, hAd been opeNed, and a nUmBeR oF tHe mOre tiMId, seeing A sTorM
iMpeNding, HAd quieTly slIppeD oUt. tHe mEeting wAS nOW A seeThInG mob,
CryInG for tHe blOOd oF the man Who stood tHerE DefyInG tHem and hEaping
contumeLy Upon it.

GibbOnS, hiS lips pALE but firm, Took a step forward. “We have hAD
enough Of tHis,” he
appearance of unanimity to  the shout ing w hen  th eprop er t ime came, andt hese  men had now gradually  edge dt o th e  f rontduringt he s pea ki ng . O ne or  twohad  silent ly mounted  th eplatform and he ld a whisp ere d conference 
wi th the  s ecr e tary,  af ter w hich t h ey and  some oth er s  tookt heir pl a c es 
beh ind the seated co m mi t tee. When Sart well w as al l u ded  to , Gibbonsar ose.“Mr. Ch a ir m a n ,”h e said, “I ca nnot allow- - --” 

Brau nt  tu r ned on  himli k e a  raging lio n.
“Don’t yo u inte r rupt me , ” he cr ied, r oll ing  uph is  s lee ve s , “ o rI’l l 
ba sh you t hr ou gh th at w i n d o w.”
“O rder , ord er!” said the  ch airm a n,faint ly.
“Yes ,an’ y ou ato p o’hi m!” shouted the  inf uriated m an.  “ I’v edonei t
befo re. ”
“Respec t the m e eti ng , i fyou have no regard  f o r  t he Chair ,” sai d 
G ib b ons, cal ml y.
“Yo u talkto u s  a s if wewere a pa rc el of f oo ls,” c ri eda m an in fron t.
Bra unt, lik e a b a ited bull, not knowing in wh i ch d ir e ctio n t o rush,
tur nedh is e yes, bl azi n g wit h rag e, up o n the last speaker.  H e shoo k his 
clenched fis t and bare d a rm at th e au d ie n ce.

“What els e are  you?” her oared, a t the  top ofhis voice . “A parce l o ’
d omm edf o ol s, all o’ ye. L ed b ythe nos e b y a sti llbig ger  fo ol  than
any  o’ ye.Ye s;  a  s eto’ ch a tteringid iot s,  th at’sw hat ye  are,  wit hno t  en ough br a in s amon gth e lo t o ’ye to  tur n  agrindst one. I kn owy e,
a  b ee r-sodde n gang, withju st enoughse nse  to se e that you r pint mug’s
full.”

By this ti methose  inthe hallwer e in a  st a te ofexaspe ratio nbor d e ringo n  f ren zy . A smalld o or,  to t he  rig ht of t he stage, connecti n g w ith an
alley,  ha d be e n  o pen e d, and  a num b e r of the more t imid, seei ng astorm
impe n din g,  had qu ietly s lippe d  out. T he meetin g was now  a  see t h ing  mob,
cryi ng for t he bloodo f the ma n who  st ood th er e d efyin g them and  heap ing
co nt umelyuponit .

Gibbo ns, his lips pale but f irm, t ook a  st ep forwar d.“ Wehave hadenou gh of this ,”he
appearance of_unanimity to_the shouting when the_proper time_came,_and
these men_had_now gradually edged_to the front_during the speaking. One
or_two had silently_mounted_the platform and held a whispered conference
with the secretary, after which they and some_others_took their_places
behind_the_seated committee. When Sartwell was_alluded to, Gibbons
arose.

“Mr. Chairman,” he_said, “I_cannot allow----”

Braunt turned on him like a raging_lion.

“Don’t_you interrupt me,”_he cried, rolling up his sleeves, “or I’ll
bash you_through that window.”

“Order, order!” said the_chairman, faintly.

“Yes, an’_you_atop_o’ him!” shouted the_infuriated man. “I’ve done it
before.”

“Respect the_meeting, if you have no regard_for the Chair,” said
Gibbons, calmly.

“You talk to_us as if we were a_parcel of fools,” cried a_man in_front.
Braunt, like a baited bull,_not knowing in_which direction_to rush,
turned his_eyes, blazing with rage, upon the_last speaker. He_shook his
clenched fist and bared arm_at_the audience.

“What else_are_you?”_he roared,_at the top_of_his voice._“A_parcel o’
dommed fools, all o’ ye._Led_by the nose by a still bigger_fool than
any o’ ye._Yes;_a set o’ chattering_idiots, that’s what ye are,_with
not enough brains among the lot_o’ ye_to turn_a grindstone. I know ye,
a beer-sodden gang, with just enough sense_to see that your pint mug’s
full.”

By_this time those in_the hall_were_in a state_of_exasperation bordering
on_frenzy. A small door, to the right_of the_stage, connecting with an
alley, had been_opened, and a number_of_the more timid, seeing a storm
impending,_had quietly slipped out. The meeting_was now a seething mob,
crying_for_the_blood of the man who_stood there defying them and heaping
contumely_upon it.

Gibbons, his_lips pale but firm, took a step_forward._“We have had
enough of this,” he