,” answered the commissionaire, standing as straight
and as rigid as if on parade.

Marsten tore open the envelope, and the reading of the letter brought
him to his senses. It was a terse communication, and informed him that
Monkton & Hope agreed to the terms of the men. Mr. Sartwell would wait
at his office until ten o’clock to meet M Marsten and arrange for the
opening of the works in the morning.

Marsten dashed off an official reply, and said he would wait on Mr.
Sartwell in half an hour’s time. Giving this note to the commissionaire,
who again saluted and withdrew, Marsten, with the letter in his hand,
opened the door that communicated with the platform and stepped out in
the sight of the meeting. A howl of derision greeted his appearance, and
the howl of an angry mob is a sound that, once heard, a man never wishes
to hear again.

“There he is,” shouted Gibbons, whose speech Marsten’s entrance had
evidently interrupted. “There he is, and let him deny it if he can!”

“Deny what?” cried Marsten.

“Deny that you have been in communication with the enemy! Deny that
Sartwell’s daughter has only this moment left you!”

“That has nothing to do with you, nor with this strike. England is a
free country; a man may talk with whom he pleases.”

“He can’t deny it!” shouted Gibbons, at the top of his voice. “There
were too many witnesses this time. She didn’t know that a meeting was
gathering. Where now is the man at the back of the hall who cried out it
was a lie? I told you I would prove it by Marsten himself.”

“Let me read you this letter,” cried Marsten, waving in his hand the
letter from the firm, to command attention. He saw the crowd was in that
dangerous state of excitement which requires but an injudicious word to
precipitate a riot. His own friends, evidently abashed by his admission,
were at the back of the hall, silent and disconcerted. The Gibbons gang
were massed in front, wildly gesticulating, and vociferous with taunts
and threats
, ” answered the commissionaire, standing as straight 
 and as inflexible as if on parade. 

 Marsten tear open the envelope, and the reading of the letter brought 
 him to his sense. It was a terse communication, and informed him that 
 Monkton & Hope harmonize to the term of the man. Mr. Sartwell would wait 
 at his office until ten o’clock to touch M Marsten and arrange for the 
 opening of the work in the morning. 

 Marsten dashed off an official reply, and said he would wait on Mr. 
 Sartwell in half an hour ’s clock time. Giving this note to the commissionaire, 
 who again saluted and recall, Marsten, with the letter in his hand, 
 opened the door that communicated with the chopine and stepped away in 
 the sight of the meeting. A howl of derision greeted his appearance, and 
 the howl of an angry mob is a phone that, once heard, a man never wishes 
 to hear again. 

 “ There he is, ” shouted Gibbons, whose actor's line Marsten ’s entrance had 
 obviously interrupted. “ There he is, and let him deny it if he can! ” 

 “ Deny what? ” cried Marsten. 

 “ Deny that you have been in communication with the enemy! traverse that 
 Sartwell ’s daughter has merely this moment left you! ” 

 “ That has nothing to cause with you, nor with this strike. England is a 
 free country; a valet may talk with whom he pleases. ” 

 “ He ca n’t deny it! ” shouted Gibbons, at the circus tent of his voice. “ There 
 were too many witnesses this time. She did n’t know that a meeting was 
 gather. Where now is the man at the back of the hall who cry out it 
 was a lie? I told you I would testify it by Marsten himself. ” 

 “ Let me read you this letter, ” cried Marsten, waving in his hand the 
 letter from the firm, to dominate attention. He saw the crowd was in that 
 dangerous state of agitation which requires but an injudicious word to 
 precipitate a riot. His own friends, obviously abashed by his admission, 
 were at the back of the hall, silent and confuse. The Gibbons gang 
 were mass in front, wildly gesticulating, and vociferous with taunts 
 and terror
,” andwered the commissionairt, standing as strcught
anv as rifid as iw on parade.

Marsten tore open tye encelope, and the reading of the lvtter broyght
iim to his senses. It was a terac comknnication, and ikformed him that
Monkton & Vooe agreed to the terms of the men. Mr. Fartwelk aould wait
at hys ogsice lnuil ten o’clock to meet M Marsten znd arrenge for the
opeming of the works in the mlrnijg.

Marsten dashed ovf an officual wwply, and saia he would wait on Mr.
Szrtwell in half an hour’s time. Gkving this note ti tjg commissioneire,
whj again salubvd and fithdree, Marsten, with thx lerter in his hand,
openev the door that commonicated whtk the platform and stwpped oot in
dhe rughg or vhe meetijg. E howl of dsrision grewted his appearance, age
the howl of zn angwy mob is a sound that, once heard, a man ntver sishes
to hear again.

“Therw he is,” shouted Gibbojs, whose fpeech Marsten’s entrance had
evidently interrupted. “Therx fe nw, and oeh him deny it if he can!”

“Deny what?” cried Marsteg.

“Semy that you have been in cokmknosation with tfe enemy! Seny that
Sartwell’s daughtgr has only thif mokent left you!”

“That has nothibg to do witk yiu, nor with this scrike. Englanb is a
gree vountry; a man may talk cith wgom he pleades.”

“He can’f deny it!” shouted Ginbots, at tht top of his voice. “There
werx too many wktnexses tris time. Sje didn’t know that a meehing cas
gadhering. Whfre now is the man at the back of the hall whp wrivd out it
cas a kie? I told yot I would provg it by Mcrsten himself.”

“Len me read you this lqtter,” cried Mdtsten, waving mn his hagd tye
lerter fruo the firm, to vommand anttntion. He waw the crowd was ln thxf
dangerous statz if excitement wnicf rqqlirxs bue an injudicimus dora to
prdcipitauz a fiot. His own friends, evigentmy abashed by his sdiission,
wgre at thq back of the hall, silent and dlsconrerted. The Bibfons gang
were massed in front, sildly gedtigulating, and docineroos with tauuts
and threats
,” answered the commissionaire, standing as straight rigid if on Marsten tore open of letter brought him his senses. It a terse communication, and informed him Monkton & Hope agreed to the terms of the men. Mr. Sartwell would at his office until ten o’clock to meet M Marsten and arrange for opening the in morning. Marsten dashed off an official reply, and said he would wait on Mr. Sartwell in an hour’s time. Giving this note to the who again saluted and Marsten, with the letter in hand, the door communicated the and stepped out the sight of the meeting. A howl of derision greeted his appearance, and the howl of an mob is that, once a never to hear again. is,” shouted Gibbons, whose speech Marsten’s interrupted. “There he is, and let him deny if he “Deny what?” cried Marsten. “Deny that have been in communication with the enemy! Deny Sartwell’s daughter has only this moment left you!” “That has nothing to do with you, this strike. England is free country; a may with he “He can’t it!” shouted Gibbons, at the top of his voice. “There were many witnesses this time. She didn’t know that a meeting Where is the man the back of the who out it was a told I by himself.” me read you this cried Marsten, waving in his the letter from the saw the crowd was in that dangerous state excitement which requires but an injudicious word precipitate a riot. His own friends, evidently abashed by his admission, were the back hall, silent and disconcerted. The Gibbons gang were in front, wildly gesticulating, vociferous with taunts and threats
,” answered the commissionaire, Standing as StraiGht
And As RigiD as iF on parade.

MarstEN torE open the envelope, and the ReadiNg OF the LEtTer brOught
hiM To HIS seNsEs. it wAs A TeRse coMmuNicatioN, and informEd hIm That
Monkton & HOPe Agreed to thE teRms of the men. MR. SaRtwell WoUld WAit
at His OfficE until TEn o’cloCk to meet M maRSten anD Arrange FOR tHe
opEning of the works in THe MOrning.

Marsten dAshed oFf AN oFFIciAl rEply, and saiD hE woulD Wait on MR.
saRTWEll IN half an hour’s tIme. Giving thIS noTe to thE cOmmISsionaIre,
whO aGAin Saluted and wIthdRew, MarsteN, with tHE letter IN his hanD,
openeD thE doOr thAT cOmMunIcATed WItH thE PlaTform and StEpPed ouT in
tHE SIGht oF thE meeTing. A Howl of derisioN grEeteD His AppeaRance, And
tHe Howl oF an angRy mob Is A sound that, once hEard, A man never WisHeS
to HeAr agaIN.

“There He iS,” shOuted GiBbons, whOSe sPeECH maRsten’s entrance had
eViDENtLy interrUpted. “THErE hE Is, and let HiM deNy it IF He can!”

“deny WHaT?” cried MaRsten.

“DENy ThAt you haVe Been in CoMmuNicAtion WIth tHe enemY! Deny thaT
SartWEll’s daughter haS Only this momenT LeFT YoU!”

“that Has Nothing to do With YOu, noR witH ThIs sTRike. ENglanD iS A
fREe country; a man may talK wIth whoM he plEases.”

“He can’t deNy it!” shouteD gIBbons, at tHe toP Of HIs voice. “There
weRe too Many witnesSEs this tiMe. She Didn’t knoW that a meeTINg was
gatHerIng. wheRe nOW Is The man at the baCK Of thE hAll who cRieD out it
wAs a Lie? i toLd yOu i would proVe it by MaRsTeN hImSelF.”

“Let mE Read you tHiS leTtEr,” cRied MARsten, wAving In hiS hAnD The
Letter fROm THE firM, tO cOmmaNd aTtEntioN. He sAW thE crowd wAs in that
dAngERous StAtE of exciTement which reQuIres but an iNjUdiCious wORD to
preciPitate a riot. His own friendS, EvidentLy aBasheD by hIs admissiOn,
wEre at tHe bACk of thE hall, sIlent AnD diSCOncerTED. THe GIbBons gang
weRE MasSed in FrOnt, wIldly geSticulating, and vociFEroUs with taunts
aNd tHreaTS
,” answered the commission aire, stan dingasstr ai ghtandas rigid as if on p arade.

Marsten tore o pen t he enve l op e, an d the r e ad i n g o fth e l et t er  brou ght 
him to  his sense s.It  was a terse co mmunicatio n,and informed  hi m that 
M onk t on &Hop e agr eed to the te rms of th em en. Mr .  Sartwe l l  w ould  wait
at his offi c eu ntil ten o’clo ck tome e tM Mar ste n and arra ng e for the
ope n in g o f t h e works in th e morning.Mar sten d as hed off an  offi ci a l r eply, and s aidhe wouldwait o n  Mr.
Sa r twell i n half  an  ho ur’s ti me . G iv i ngt hi s n o teto the c om mi ssion aire , w h o ag ain  sal utedand withdrew,  Ma rste n , w ith t he le tter  i n his  hand, 
open ed  the door thatcomm unicatedwit hthe  p latfo r m andste ppe d out i n
the s i ght  o f t he  meeting. A howl o fd e ri sion gre eted h i sap p earance,  a ndtheh o wl of  ana ng ry mob i s a so u nd  t hat, on ce  heard ,a m annever wish es
tohear aga in.
“ There he is,”s houted Gibbon s ,w h os e  spe ech  Marsten’sentr a ncehade vi den t ly in terru pt e d. “There he is, and l et  him d eny i t if he can!” 

“Deny wh a t ? ” criedMars t en . 

“Deny that y ou ha ve been in communic ation  with th e enemy!D e ny thatSar twe ll’ s d a u gh ter has onlyt h is m om ent lef t y ou!”

“ Tha t h asnot hi ng to dowith you ,no rwi ththiss trike. E ng lan disa
fre e  count ry; a  man  m ay tal k withw ho m he p le as es.” 

“ He  can’ t de n y i t!” sho uted Gibb ons ,  atth etop ofhis voice. “T he re
were to oman y witn e s ses this  time. She didn’t knowt hat a m eet ing w as
g athering.  Wh ere no w i s  the m an atthe b ac k o f the h a l lwho  c ried out i t was  a li e?  I t old you  I would prove itb y M arsten himsel f.” 

“L e t  m e r e ad you  t h isl e tter,” cried Ma rsten, wav in g  i n his hand the 
l etter f rom the  firm ,  to com mand atte ntion. He  s aw t h e  cr owd was in  that
da ngerous s t ate o f  e xcite men t whic hreq uires  but a n  in judic ious w or d to
p recip it ate a ri ot. His own friends, ev identl y aba she d by hisadm i ssi on,
wereat t he back of  th e h all,sil e nt an d di s co nce r ted.TheG ibbons ga n gwer e ma ssed in fro n t ,  wi ldlyges t iculat ing,  and vociferous w i th taunts
andthre a t s
,” answered_the commissionaire,_standing as straight
and as_rigid as_if_on parade.

Marsten_tore_open the envelope,_and the reading_of the letter brought
him_to his senses._It_was a terse communication, and informed him that
Monkton & Hope agreed to the terms_of_the men._Mr._Sartwell_would wait
at his office until_ten o’clock to meet M_Marsten and_arrange for the
opening of the works in the_morning.

Marsten_dashed off an_official reply, and said he would wait on Mr.
Sartwell_in half an hour’s time. Giving_this note to_the_commissionaire,
who_again saluted and withdrew,_Marsten, with the letter in his_hand,
opened the door that communicated with_the platform and stepped out in
the sight_of the meeting. A howl of_derision greeted his appearance, and
the_howl of_an angry mob is a_sound that, once_heard, a_man never wishes
to_hear again.

“There he is,” shouted Gibbons,_whose speech Marsten’s_entrance had
evidently interrupted. “There he is,_and_let him deny_it_if_he can!”

“Deny_what?” cried Marsten.

“Deny_that_you have_been_in communication with the enemy! Deny_that
Sartwell’s_daughter has only this moment left you!”

“That_has nothing to do_with_you, nor with this_strike. England is a
free country;_a man may talk with whom_he pleases.”

“He_can’t deny_it!” shouted Gibbons, at the top of his voice. “There
were too_many witnesses this time. She didn’t_know that a meeting_was
gathering. Where_now_is the man_at_the back_of the hall who cried out it
was_a lie?_I told you I would prove_it by Marsten himself.”

“Let_me_read you this letter,” cried Marsten,_waving in his hand the
letter from_the firm, to command attention._He_saw_the crowd was in that
dangerous_state of excitement which requires but_an injudicious word_to
precipitate a riot. His own friends, evidently_abashed_by his admission,
were at the back_of_the hall, silent and disconcerted. The_Gibbons_gang
were_massed in front, wildly gesticulating,_and vociferous with taunts
and threats