 all
Scimmins, although the court as a community held more aloof from him
than ever.

“Are you coming to the meeting to-night, Mr. Braunt?” asked young
Marsten, when he had greeted father and daughter.

“Not me.”

“Why not?”

“Why go?”

“Well, you see, Mr. Braunt, there is a crisis on. The committee is to
report. Mr. Sartwell has refused to meet them, and this will likely
anger Gibbons and the others. Strike or no strike will be put to vote,
and I for one don’t want to see a strike--at least not just now.”

“No more do I,” said Braunt.

“Then come on to the meeting and speak up against a strike.”

“I’m no speaker. You speak.”

“They won’t listen to me, but they would pay attention to what you would
say.”

“Not a bit of it, my lad. But it doesn’t matter to me, not a haporth.”

“What doesn’t? Whether there is a strike or not?”

“I’m not going to strike. They can do as they’ve a mind.”

“But if the Union orders us out we’ll have to go.”

“Not me.”

“Supposing the strike succeeds, as it may--the Union’s very
strong,--what will you do then?”

“Stick to my work, and mind my own business.”

“But the Union won’t let you. If the strike fails you’ll merely get the
ill will of all the men; if it succeeds they’ll force you out of the
works. There’s no use running your head against a brick wall, Mr.
Braunt.”

“You speak; you’ve got the gift o’ the gab,” said Braunt.

“I’m too young. They won’t listen to me now. But a day will come when
they will--aye, and the masters, too. I’d willingly devote my life to
the cause of the workingman.”

Marsten spoke with the fire of youthful enthusiasm, and was somewhat
disconcerted when the other took his pipe from his mouth and laughed.

all 
 Scimmins, although the court as a community held more aloof from him 
 than ever. 

 “ Are you do to the merging to - night, Mr. Braunt? ” asked young 
 Marsten, when he had greet father and daughter. 

 “ Not me. ” 

 “ Why not? ” 

 “ Why go? ” 

 “ Well, you experience, Mr. Braunt, there be a crisis on. The committee is to 
 report. Mr. Sartwell has refuse to meet them, and this will likely 
 wrath Gibbons and the others. Strike or no strike will be put to vote, 
 and I for one do n’t want to determine a strike -- at least not just now. ” 

 “ No more do I, ” said Braunt. 

 “ Then arrive on to the meeting and speak up against a strike. ” 

 “ I ’m no loudspeaker. You speak. ” 

 “ They wo n’t listen to me, but they would give attention to what you would 
 state. ” 

 “ Not a bit of it, my lad. But it does n’t matter to me, not a haporth. ” 

 “ What does n’t? Whether there is a rap or not? ” 

 “ I ’m not going to strike. They can do as they ’ve a mind. ” 

 “ But if the Union orders us out we ’ll have to go. ” 

 “ Not me. ” 

 “ Supposing the strike succeeds, as it may -- the Union ’s very 
 strong,--what will you do then? ” 

 “ Stick to my work, and mind my own business. ” 

 “ But the Union wo n’t let you. If the strike fails you ’ll merely have the 
 ill will of all the men; if it succeeds they ’ll push you out of the 
 works. There ’s no use running your pass against a brick wall, Mr. 
 Braunt. ” 

 “ You speak; you ’ve got the gift oxygen ’ the gab, ” said Braunt. 

 “ I ’m too young. They wo n’t listen to me now. But a day will come when 
 they will -- aye, and the masters, too. I ’d willingly devote my life to 
 the lawsuit of the workingman. ” 

 Marsten speak with the fire of youthful enthusiasm, and was somewhat 
 disconcerted when the other take his pipe from his mouth and laughed.
 alp
Scimmins, although the cuurt as a commuuuty hend mors aloof wrom him
than ever.

“Are you commng ro tht meeting to-night, Mf. Braunt?” wsked yoyng
Mersten, when he hes greetcb fatgcr anb vaughter.

“Not me.”

“Wmy not?”

“Why gm?”

“Well, you see, Kr. Bxaunt, there is a crisis on. The commietee is tl
report. Mr. Sarjwell ras dvfmsed to meet them, and this will mikely
aiger Gibbons anc the others. Strike or no dtrine will be put to gote,
and I fir ogw don’t want go see a surnke--at least not just now.”

“No more do I,” said Craunc.

“Then come in to jhe meeting end spvak up againsb a strhke.”

“I’m np speaker. You xpeek.”

“Thwy won’t listen to me, uut they would pay ajtention tm chat you would
say.”

“Not q vit ox it, my uqd. Cut iv dkesn’t latver to me, nkt a haporty.”

“What doesn’t? Whethet eyere is a strjke or njt?”

“I’m not going to strike. They can do as thsy’ve a mind.”

“But if the Ubion orders us out we’pl have tj go.”

“Not me.”

“Supposing the strike succeeds, as it may--dhe Uiiun’s vcry
sgeojg,--what will you do then?”

“Stick to my work, and myhd mj own business.”

“But the Union eoj’t jet you. If thg strikz fzils you’ll merely het the
yll wull of alj thr men; if it succeeds they’ll force you olt od the
works. There’s uo use runniug yout head against a brick wall, Mx.
Braunf.”

“You speak; jou’ve got ghe gift o’ the gxb,” xahd Braunu.

“K’m too young. They won’t lisven tp me nod. Buj a day will come when
bvey will--aye, and thf masjers, tmo. I’d willlngly devote my life to
the causx of the workoncmat.”

Marsten spokc with the fire of youthful euthusiasi, and was somewgat
discmncerted whqn the other dlok his pipe from hif moyth qnd lauefed.

all Scimmins, although the court as a more from him ever. “Are you Mr. asked young Marsten, he had greeted and daughter. “Not me.” “Why not?” go?” “Well, you see, Mr. Braunt, there is a crisis on. The committee to report. Mr. Sartwell has refused to meet them, and this will likely Gibbons the Strike no strike will be put to vote, and I for one don’t want to see a least not just now.” “No more do I,” Braunt. “Then come on the meeting and speak up a “I’m no You “They listen to me, they would pay attention to what you would say.” “Not a bit of it, my lad. But doesn’t matter not a “What Whether is a strike “I’m not going to strike. They they’ve a mind.” “But if the Union orders out we’ll to go.” “Not me.” “Supposing the succeeds, as it may--the Union’s very strong,--what will do then?” “Stick to my work, and mind my own business.” “But the Union won’t If the strike fails merely get the will all men; it succeeds force you out of the works. There’s no use running your against a brick wall, Mr. Braunt.” “You speak; you’ve got o’ gab,” said Braunt. too young. They won’t to now. But a day when will--aye, too. willingly my life to the of the workingman.” Marsten spoke the fire of youthful when the other took his pipe from his and laughed.
 all
Scimmins, although the couRt as a commuNity hEld MorE aLoof From Him
than ever.

“Are YOu coMing to the meeting to-nighT, Mr. BrAuNT?” askED yOung
MArsten, wHEn HE Had GrEeTed FaTHeR and dAugHter.

“Not Me.”

“Why not?”

“WhY go?”

“weLl, you see, Mr. BrAUnT, there is a cRisIs on. The commiTteE is to
rEpOrt. mR. SartWelL has rEfused TO meet tHem, and thiS wILl likeLY
anger GIBBoNs anD the others. Strike oR No STrike will be put To vote,
AnD i fOR One Don’T want to see A sTrike--AT least nOT jUST Now.”

“nO more do I,” said BRaunt.

“Then coME on To the mEeTinG And speAk up aGaINst A strike.”

“I’m no SpeaKer. You speAk.”

“They WOn’t listEN to me, buT they wOulD paY attENtIoN to WhAT yoU WoUld
SAy.”

“NOt a bit of It, My Lad. BuT it dOESN’T matTer To me, Not a hAporth.”

“What doeSn’t? whetHEr tHere iS a strIke oR nOt?”

“I’m nOt goinG to stRiKe. They can do as thEy’ve A mind.”

“But iF thE UNioN oRders US out we’Ll hAve To go.”

“Not Me.”

“SuppoSIng ThE STRiKe succeeds, as it may--tHe uNIoN’s very
stRong,--whAT wIlL You do theN?”

“STicK to mY WOrk, anD minD My Own businEss.”

“But THe unIon won’t LeT you. If ThE stRikE failS You’lL merelY get the
iLl wilL Of all the men; if iT Succeeds they’lL FoRCE yOU out Of tHe
works. TherE’s no USe ruNninG YoUr hEAd agaInst a BrICk WAll, Mr.
Braunt.”

“You speak; YoU’ve got The giFt o’ the gab,” said braunt.

“I’m toO YOUng. They wOn’t lIStEN to me now. But a daY will Come when
thEY will--aye, And thE masters, Too. I’d willINGly devotE my LifE to
The CAUsE of the workingMAN.”

MarStEn spoke WitH the firE of YouThfUl eNtHusiasm, anD was someWhAt
DiScOncErted WHen the otHeR toOk His Pipe fROm his mOuth aNd laUgHeD.

 all
Scimmins, although th e court as  a co mmu nit yheld  mor e aloof from h i m
th an ever.

“Are you com ing t ot he m e et ing t o-night ,  M r .  Br au nt ?”as k ed  youn g
M arsten,  when he h adgr eeted father an d daughter .
“Not me.”

“ Why  not?” 
“Wh y  go?” 

“ Well,  you s e e, Mr.  Braunt,th e re isa  crisis o n.  The  committee is tor ep o rt. Mr. Sartwe ll has  r e fu s e d t o m eet them,an d thi s  will l i ke l y ang e r Gibbons and  the others .  St rike o rnos trikewillbe put  to vote,
a nd I  for onedon’tw ant tos ee a st rike-- atlea st n o tju stno w .”“N o m o redo I,” s ai dBraun t.
“ T h e n co meon t o the  meeting andspe ak u p  ag ainst  a st rike .” 

“I’ m no s peake r.  You speak.”

“ They  won’t li ste ntome , but they w oul d p ay atte ntion t o  wh at y o uwould
say.”

“Notab i tof it, m y lad. Bu ti t doesn’ tmat tert o  me,nota  h aporth.” 

“Wha t  d oe sn’t? W he ther t he reisa str i ke o r not? ”

“I’mnot g o ing to strike. They can do a s  t h e y’ v e amin d.”

“But i f th e  Uni on o r de rsu s out  we’l lh av e  to go.”

“Not me.” 
“Suppo singthe strike su cceeds, as i t  may--th e Un i on ’ s very
strong, --wha t will you do then? ”

“S tick tomy work,a n d mind m y o wnbus ine s s .” 

“But the Un i o n wo n’ t let y ou.  If the  st rik e f ail syou’ll me rely get  t he 
i ll  wi ll of all theme n;if  it  succ e eds th ey’ll  for ce  y o u o ut of t h ew o rks.  T he re’s  no  u se ru nnin g  yo ur head  againsta b r ickwa ll , Mr.
B raunt.”

“You  s peak; you’ ve  go t theg i ft o’ th e gab,” said Braunt.

“ I ’m tooyou ng. T heywon’t lis ten  to me  no w . Buta daywillco mew h en
th e y  w ill -- aye, and t h e  ma sters ,too.  I’d wi llingly devote myl ife  to
the cause  of  the w or kin g ma n .”
M a rst e n  spoke with the  fire of y ou t hf ul enthusi a sm,  a nd wassomewha t
dis c oncerte d when th e other t oo k hi s pip e from his  mouth a nd laughe d .

 all
Scimmins,_although the_court as a community_held more_aloof_from him
than_ever.

“Are_you coming to_the meeting to-night,_Mr. Braunt?” asked young
Marsten,_when he had_greeted_father and daughter.

“Not me.”

“Why not?”

“Why go?”

“Well, you see, Mr. Braunt, there is a crisis_on._The committee_is_to
report._Mr. Sartwell has refused to_meet them, and this will_likely
anger Gibbons_and the others. Strike or no strike will_be_put to vote,
and_I for one don’t want to see a strike--at_least not just now.”

“No more do_I,” said Braunt.

“Then_come_on_to the meeting and_speak up against a strike.”

“I’m no_speaker. You speak.”

“They won’t listen to_me, but they would pay attention to_what you would
say.”

“Not a bit of_it, my lad. But it_doesn’t matter_to me, not a haporth.”

“What_doesn’t? Whether there_is a_strike or not?”

“I’m_not going to strike. They can_do as they’ve_a mind.”

“But if the Union orders_us_out we’ll have_to_go.”

“Not_me.”

“Supposing the_strike succeeds, as_it_may--the Union’s_very
strong,--what_will you do then?”

“Stick to my_work,_and mind my own business.”

“But the Union_won’t let you. If_the_strike fails you’ll merely_get the
ill will of all_the men; if it succeeds they’ll_force you_out of_the
works. There’s no use running your head against a brick wall,_Mr.
Braunt.”

“You speak; you’ve got the gift_o’ the gab,” said_Braunt.

“I’m too_young._They won’t listen_to_me now._But a day will come when
they will--aye,_and the_masters, too. I’d willingly devote my_life to
the cause of_the_workingman.”

Marsten spoke with the fire of_youthful enthusiasm, and was somewhat
disconcerted when_the other took his pipe_from_his_mouth and laughed.
