“I suppose I am neither in their confidence, nor in yours, Mr.
Sartwell.”

“Rather an uncomfortable position, is it not? I should like to be one
thing or the other if I were in your place, Marsten.”

“I am one thing. I am entirely with the men.”

“Perhaps in that case you are afraid to be seen talking with me. Some of
the men might happen to pass this way.”

“I am not afraid to be seen speaking with anybody, Mr. Sartwell.”

“Ah, you are young; therefore you are brave. I have known a smaller
thing than this conversation to cost a man his life, but perhaps times
and methods have changed since my early days. It is a pity you are on
the wrong side for your bravery to be appreciated. The masters of this
world always value talent and courage, and pay well for them. The men do
neither. That is why they are usually beaten in a fight, and it is one
of the many reasons why they should be. I have a few words to say to
you; the street corner is not a good place for a private conversation;
will you come to my office in an hour’s time?”

“Do you wish to speak about the strike?”

“Yes,” said Sartwell, looking with some intentness at the young man. “We
have no other subject of mutual interest that I know of.”

“Very good. I merely asked, because whatever you may have to tell me, I
shall use in the interests of the men.”

Sartwell shrugged his shoulders.

“You are quite welcome,” he said, “to make what use you please of the
information I shall give you. I am well aware that your advice is in
demand by the men and their leaders.”

The elder man walked briskly on; the younger reddened at the covert
sneer in his last remark.

“My God,” he said to himself, angrily, “I would like to fight that man.”

Marsten turned and walked rapidly to the strike headquarters. There he
found Gibbons and the committee in consultation, while a few of the men
lounged about the place. The talk ceased as Marsten entered the room,
the committee and its chairman looking loweringly at him.

“What do
“ I suppose I am neither in their confidence, nor in yours, Mr. 
 Sartwell. ” 

 “ Rather an uncomfortable position, is it not? I should wish to be one 
 matter or the early if I were in your place, Marsten. ” 

 “ I am one thing. I am entirely with the man. ” 

 “ Perhaps in that case you are afraid to be experience talking with me. Some of 
 the men might find to sink this way. ” 

 “ I am not afraid to be go steady speaking with anybody, Mr. Sartwell. ” 

 “ Ah, you are youthful; consequently you are brave. I have known a little 
 thing than this conversation to cost a man his animation, but perhaps times 
 and methods have switch since my early days. It is a pity you are on 
 the wrong side for your courage to be appreciated. The masters of this 
 world always value endowment and courage, and pay well for them. The men do 
 neither. That is why they are usually beaten in a fight, and it is one 
 of the many rationality why they should be. I receive a few words to say to 
 you; the street corner is not a good place for a private conversation; 
 will you come to my office in an hour ’s clock time? ” 

 “ Do you wish to speak about the strike? ” 

 “ Yes, ” say Sartwell, look with some intentness at the young man. “ We 
 have no early subject of common interest that I know of. ” 

 “ Very effective. I merely asked, because whatever you may have to tell me, I 
 shall use in the interests of the men. ” 

 Sartwell shrug his shoulders. 

 “ You are quite welcome, ” he said, “ to make what use you please of the 
 information I shall give you. I am well aware that your advice is in 
 requirement by the men and their leaders. ” 

 The elder man walked briskly on; the unseasoned reddened at the covert 
 sneer in his last remark. 

 “ My God, ” he said to himself, angrily, “ I would like to fight that man. ” 

 Marsten turned and walked quickly to the strike headquarters. There he 
 found Gibbons and the committee in consultation, while a few of the men 
 lounged about the topographic point. The talk discontinue as Marsten entered the room, 
 the committee and its president looking loweringly at him. 

 “ What do
“I skppose I am neither in tmeir confidence, uir in bours, Md.
Sartwelu.”

“Rather an uncomfortable posmtiob, is ut not? I should like tu be one
tjing or rhe irher if I xsre in njur lpace, Narsten.”

“I am ong thing. I am entirely with tfe men.”

“Perhaps in that case you are afwaid to bf seen talking witn me. Aome of
the men might happen to pasa this xay.”

“I am not afrsid to be seen speaking wihh ajybody, Mr. Sartwell.”

“Wh, you are ikund; therefore yuu are branz. I have knkwn a smaller
thing than this covversction to cowt a ldn his life, but ierhaps times
and methmds havr changed sincc my xarlt days. It is a pity ymu are on
the wrong side for ykur bravery to be apprechateg. Thd marteds or this
aormd always balue talenr and courage, and psy qell for them. The mqn do
neither. That is why they are usually bezten in a fight, and it us one
of the many readons why ehey should be. I have a few words to say to
you; tha strxeg cirker kw jot a good place for a private conversation;
wijm uol come to my offige in an hour’s timr?”

“Dl uju wish to spgak abobf fhe strike?”

“Yes,” said Sartwejl, loiking witr soke intentness at the young nan. “We
have nj other subject of lutual intexest tnat I know of.”

“Very good. I merzly asied, because whatever hou may have to gelk ke, I
shall use in the interqsts of tie meu.”

Sartwelu shtugged ris shouldfrs.

“Yom are quite welcome,” he scid, “tm make whah use you please of the
informatmpn I shall gova ymu. I am cell aeare that youw advice is in
bemand bv the oen and thvir leadecs.”

The elder ian walked brhdkly on; the bounger rqddebed qt the zuvert
sneer in nis last geiark.

“Ny God,” he said to mimseur, angrily, “I wouod oike to fight tnat mag.”

Mwrxtqt turned and walyed tapiduy to the sbriye hradquarters. There he
xouns Gibbons and the voimittee un consujtation, while a few of the men
llungev abouv the llase. The talk ceased as Marsten sntered tje voom,
the commietee and its chanrman looking loweringly at him.

“What do
“I suppose I am neither in their in Mr. Sartwell.” an uncomfortable position, like be one thing the other if were in your place, Marsten.” “I one thing. I am entirely with the men.” “Perhaps in that case you afraid to be seen talking with me. Some of the men might happen pass way.” am afraid to be seen speaking with anybody, Mr. Sartwell.” “Ah, you are young; therefore you are I have known a smaller thing than this to cost a man life, but perhaps times and have since my days. is pity you are the wrong side for your bravery to be appreciated. The masters of this world always value talent courage, and for them. men neither. is why they beaten in a fight, and it the many reasons why they should be. I a few to say to you; the street is not a good place for a private will you come to my office in an hour’s time?” “Do you wish to speak strike?” “Yes,” said Sartwell, with some intentness the man. have other subject mutual interest that I know of.” “Very good. I merely asked, whatever you may have to tell me, I shall use interests the men.” Sartwell his shoulders. “You are welcome,” said, “to make what please the give I well aware that your is in demand by the and their leaders.” The the younger reddened at the covert sneer in last remark. “My God,” he said to angrily, “I would like to fight that man.” Marsten turned and walked to the There he found Gibbons and the committee in while a few of men lounged about the place. The talk ceased as entered room, the and its chairman loweringly at him. do
“I suppose I am neither in their Confidence, Nor in YouRs, MR.
SArtwEll.”

“RAther an uncomfoRTablE position, is it not? I shoulD like To BE one
THiNg or tHe other IF I WERe iN yOuR plAcE, maRsten.”

“i am One thinG. I am entireLy wItH the men.”

“PerhaPS iN that case yOu aRe afraid to be SeeN talkiNg WitH Me. SomE of
The meN might HAppen tO pass this WaY.”

“i am not AFraid to BE SeEn spEaking with anybody, mR. SARtwell.”

“Ah, you are Young; tHeREfORE yoU arE brave. I havE kNown a SMaller
tHInG THAn tHIs conversatioN to cost a man HIs lIfe, but PeRhaPS times
And meThODs hAve changed sInce My early daYs. It is A Pity you ARe on
the Wrong sIde For Your BRaVeRy tO bE AppREcIatED. ThE masters Of ThIs
worLd alWAYS ValuE taLent And coUrage, and pay weLl fOr thEM. ThE men dO
neitHer. THaT is whY they aRe usuAlLy beaten in a fighT, and It is one
of The MaNy rEaSons wHY they sHouLd bE. I have a Few wordS To sAy TO
YOu; The street corner is nOt A GOoD place foR a privATe CoNVersatioN;
wIll You cOME to my OffiCE iN an hour’s Time?”

“Do YOu WiSh to speAk About tHe StrIke?”

“yes,” saID SarTwell, lOoking wiTh somE Intentness at thE Young man. “We
havE No OTHeR SubjEct Of mutual intEresT That i knoW Of.”

“verY Good. I MerelY aSKeD, Because whatever you mAy Have to Tell mE, I
shall use in tHe interestS OF The men.”

SaRtweLL sHRugged his shoulDers.

“YOu are quite WElcome,” he Said, “tO make whaT use you plEASe of the
iNfoRmaTioN I sHALl Give you. I am welL AWare ThAt your aDviCe is in
dEmaNd bY thE meN aNd their leAders.”

The ElDeR mAn WalKed brISkly on; thE yOunGeR reDdeneD At the cOvert
SneeR iN hIS laSt remarK.

“my gOD,” he sAiD tO himSelF, aNgrilY, “I woULd lIke to fiGht that maN.”

MaRSten TuRnEd and waLked rapidly to ThE strike heaDqUarTers. ThERE he
found gibbons and the committee iN ConsultAtiOn, whiLe a fEw of the meN
loUnged aBouT The plaCe. The tAlk ceAsEd aS mArsteN ENtEreD tHe room,
the cOMMitTee anD iTs chAirman lOoking loweringly at HIm.

“WHat do
“I suppose I am neither in  their con fiden ce,  no rin y ours , Mr.
Sartwell . ”

“ Rather an uncomfortabl e pos it i on,i sit no t? I sh o ul d lik eto  be  o n ething  or  the ot her if I w ere  i n your place ,  M arsten.”
“Iam one thing . I  am en ti rel y  with  th e men .”

“P e rhapsin that c as e  you a r e afrai d to  beseen talking with me .  Some of
the m en mig ht ha p p entopass thiswa y.”
“ I am no t  a f r a idt o be seen spe aking witha nyb ody, M r.  Sa r twell. ”

“A h, you  are young;  the refore yo u areb rave. I have kn own asma lle r
th i ng  t han  t h isc on ver s ati on to co st  a  manhisl i f e , bu t p erha ps ti mes
and metho dshave cha ngedsince  myea rly d ays. I t isapity you are on 
the  wrong si defo r y ou r bra v ery to  be  ap preciat ed. The mas te r s of  this
world always  v a l ue  talentand co u ra ge ,  and pay  w ell  for t hem.Them en  do
neit her. T h at  i s why t he y areus ual lybeate n  ina figh t, and i t iso ne
of the many reasons why t h ey s ho u ld b e.I have a fe w wo r ds t o sa y  t o
y o u; th e str ee t  c o rner is not a goodpl ace fo r a p rivate conver sation;
wi l l you come  tom yo ffice in an ho ur’stime?”

“D o  you wis h tospeak ab out the s t r ike?”

“ Yes ,”sai d S a r tw ell, lookingw i th s om e inten tne ss at t heyou ngman .“We
haveno other  s ub je ct  of  mutu a l intere st  th at  Iknowo f.”

“ Verygood .Im ere ly aske d ,b e caus ewh atev eryo u may  hav e  to  tell m e, I
shal l u s e in  t he  intere sts of the me n. ”

Sartwel lshr uggedh i s should ers.

“You are quite we l come,”hesaid,  “to  make wha t u se you  pl e ase of  the
i nform at ion I  shal l gi veyo u. I am we l l  aw are t ha t yo ur advi ce is in
demand by the  men and thei r l eade r s .” 

T h ee lde rm anw a lked briskly on ; the youn ge r  r eddened at the  c overt
s neer in  hisl ast rem ark.

“My  God,” he  s aidt o  hi mself, ang rily, “I  would li k e tof ig ht th atman.”
M ars ten t urneda ndwalke d rapi dl y to t he st ri ke headq uarters. There he
found  Gibbo ns an d t he commit tee inconsultat ion,  while a f ewofthe m enl ounge d ab o ut  th e  plac e. T h e talk ce a se d a s Ma rsten enter e d the  room ,
t h e comm itte e and its chairma n  looking lower ingl y athim . 

“W ha t do
“I suppose_I am_neither in their confidence,_nor in_yours,_Mr.
Sartwell.”

“Rather an_uncomfortable_position, is it_not? I should_like to be one
thing_or the other_if_I were in your place, Marsten.”

“I am one thing. I am entirely with the_men.”

“Perhaps_in that_case_you_are afraid to be seen_talking with me. Some of
the_men might_happen to pass this way.”

“I am not afraid_to_be seen speaking_with anybody, Mr. Sartwell.”

“Ah, you are young; therefore you_are brave. I have known a_smaller
thing than this_conversation_to_cost a man his_life, but perhaps times
and methods have_changed since my early days. It_is a pity you are on
the wrong_side for your bravery to be_appreciated. The masters of this
world_always value_talent and courage, and pay_well for them._The men_do
neither. That is_why they are usually beaten in_a fight, and_it is one
of the many reasons_why_they should be._I_have_a few_words to say_to
you;_the street_corner_is not a good place for_a_private conversation;
will you come to my office_in an hour’s time?”

“Do_you_wish to speak about_the strike?”

“Yes,” said Sartwell, looking_with some intentness at the young_man. “We
have_no other_subject of mutual interest that I know of.”

“Very good. I merely_asked, because whatever you may have_to tell me, I
shall_use in_the_interests of the_men.”

Sartwell_shrugged his_shoulders.

“You are quite welcome,” he said, “to_make what_use you please of the
information I_shall give you. I_am_well aware that your advice is_in
demand by the men and their_leaders.”

The elder man walked briskly_on;_the_younger reddened at the covert
sneer_in his last remark.

“My God,” he_said to himself,_angrily, “I would like to fight that_man.”

Marsten_turned and walked rapidly to the_strike_headquarters. There he
found Gibbons and the_committee_in_consultation, while a few of_the men
lounged about the place. The_talk ceased as Marsten entered the room,
the committee and_its chairman looking_loweringly at him.

“What do