 of his companions.

“Ah, Marsten,” said the manager, his brow clearing when he saw who it
was. “Did you get that job done in time?”

“It was off before half-past five, sir.”

“Right. Were there any obstacles thrown in your way?”

“None that could not be surmounted, sir.”

“Right again. That’s the way I like to have things done. The young man
who can accomplish impossibilities is the man for me, and the man who
gets along in this world.”

The young fellow turned his cap over and over in his hands, and,
although he was evidently pleased with the commendation of the manager,
he seemed embarrassed. At last he said, hesitatingly:

“I am very anxious to get on in the world, sir.”

“Well, you may have an opportunity shortly,” replied the manager.

Then he suddenly shot the question:

“Are you people going to strike?”

“I’m afraid so, sir.”

“Why do you say ‘afraid’? Are you going out with the others, or do you
call your soul your own?”

“A man cannot fight the Union single-handed.”

“You are talking to a man who is going to.”

The young man looked up at his master.

“With you it is different,” he said. “You are backed by a wealthy
company. Whether you win or lose, your situation is secure. If I failed
the Union in a crisis, I could never get another situation.”

Sartwell smiled grimly when the young man mentioned the firm. He knew
that there lay his weakness rather than his strength, for although the
firm had said he was to have a free hand, yet he was certain the moment
the contest became bitter the firm would be panic-stricken. Then, if the
women took a hand in, the jig was up. If the strikers had known on which
side their bread was buttered they would have sent a delegation of their
wives to Mrs. Monkton and Mrs. Hope. But they did not know this, and
Sartwell was not the man to show the weakness of his hand.

“Yes,” said the manager, “I have the entire confidence of Mr. Monkton
and
of his companions. 

 “ Ah, Marsten, ” said the manager, his brow clearing when he see who it 
 was. “ Did you make that job done in time? ” 

 “ It was away before half - past five, sir. ” 

 “ Right. Were there any obstacles thrown in your way? ” 

 “ None that could not be overcome, sir. ” 

 “ Right again. That ’s the way I wish to take things dress. The young man 
 who can achieve impossibility is the man for me, and the man who 
 gets along in this world. ” 

 The young chap turned his cap over and all over in his hands, and, 
 although he was evidently pleased with the citation of the manager, 
 he look embarrassed. At last he said, hesitatingly: 

 “ I am very anxious to get on in the world, sir. ” 

 “ Well, you may own an opportunity shortly, ” replied the manager. 

 Then he suddenly shot the doubt: 

 “ Are you people going to strike? ” 

 “ I ’m afraid so, sir. ” 

 “ Why do you say ‘ afraid ’? Are you going out with the others, or do you 
 call your soul your own? ” 

 “ A man cannot fight the Union single - handed. ” 

 “ You are talk to a man who is going to. ” 

 The unseasoned man looked up at his master. 

 “ With you it is different, ” he say. “ You are backed by a wealthy 
 company. Whether you win or miss, your situation is secure. If I failed 
 the Union in a crisis, I could never get another situation. ” 

 Sartwell smiled grimly when the youthful man mentioned the firm. He knew 
 that there lay his failing rather than his intensity, for although the 
 firm had said he was to have a free hand, yet he was certain the here and now 
 the contest became bitter the firm would be panic - stricken. Then, if the 
 women assume a hand in, the jig was up. If the strikers had known on which 
 side their boodle was buttered they would have sent a delegation of their 
 wives to Mrs. Monkton and Mrs. Hope. But they did not know this, and 
 Sartwell was not the serviceman to show the failing of his hand. 

 “ Yes, ” say the manager, “ I take the entire confidence of Mr. Monkton 
 and
 of his companions.

“Ah, Marstek,” said the managgr, his bcow clezring whdn he saw who it
was. “Did you jet rhat hob done in time?”

“It was off befoge half-pawt fmve, sir.”

“Right. Werx there any obabaclev thrown in yout way?”

“None thdt could not ba ruxmounted, sir.”

“Right again. That’s the war I likr ho have things dont. Tre yklnn man
who can accomplish impossibjlities is the man fpr me, and the man who
gets wlonh in this world.”

The young felliw ttened his cap over and over in his gands, and,
although he was evidengly pkeased wity rhe wommendatioi of tre manager,
he seemed ambarraxsed. At last hc saiv, hewitatingly:

“I am very aixious to get on in jhe world, vix.”

“Well, you may have an opportonity shofrly,” reklixd fhe majagxr.

Then he shddenly shor the question:

“Are ypu irople going fo strykq?”

“I’m afraid so, sir.”

“Why do you say ‘afraid’? Dre you going out with the others, or do you
call your souj your own?”

“A man cannot fight the Union single-handad.”

“You xre twujijg to a man who is going to.”

The young man lookqs ip at his master.

“Cith you it is dofvetgnt,” he said. “Yoo are bcdksd by a wealthy
comoany. Whgther tou win ow loxe, your situation is secure. If I failed
nhe Ynion in a crisis, N could nevex get snothrr situation.”

Sartwell smnled gdimly when hhe young oan mentioned thd fprm. Ve knew
that there lay his reakness cathex than hks sjrength, for althokgh tma
firm had said he aas tl vave a fref hand, yet he was certain the moment
the context bebame bittzr the firm would bq panic-strickeu. Then, iy the
wumen took z hand mn, the jig wws up. If the vjrikers had kiown on wrich
wide their cfead was butteted they cjuld have sent a delegetiov of their
wives cu Mrs. Monkton anc Mfs. Roie. Uut tray did not ktow ghir, and
Sxrtwell was vot yhe man to show the feakhess of his hand.

“Yex,” faid the manager, “I have the emtire confidence ov Mr. Konyton
amd
of his companions. “Ah, Marsten,” said the brow when he who it was. done time?” “It was before half-past five, “Right. Were there any obstacles thrown your way?” “None that could not be surmounted, sir.” “Right again. That’s the I like to have things done. The young man who can accomplish impossibilities the for and man who gets along in this world.” The young fellow turned his cap over and over his hands, and, although he was evidently pleased the commendation of the he seemed embarrassed. At last said, “I am anxious get in the world, “Well, you may have an opportunity shortly,” replied the manager. Then he suddenly shot the question: “Are people going “I’m afraid sir.” do say ‘afraid’? Are out with the others, or do soul your own?” “A man cannot fight the single-handed.” “You talking to a man who is to.” The young man looked up at his “With you it is different,” he said. “You are backed by a wealthy company. Whether or lose, your situation secure. If I the in crisis, could never another situation.” Sartwell smiled grimly when the young man mentioned the He knew that there lay his weakness rather than his although firm had said was to have a hand, he was certain the contest bitter be Then, the women took a in, the jig was up. the strikers had known was buttered they would have sent a delegation their wives to Mrs. Monkton and Mrs. But they did not know this, and Sartwell was not the man show the his hand. “Yes,” said the manager, “I have entire confidence of Mr. and
 of his companions.

“Ah, Marsten,” sAid the manaGer, hiS brOw cLeArinG wheN he saw who it
was. “dId yoU get that job done in time?”

“IT was oFf BEforE HaLf-pasT five, siR.”

“riGHT. WeRe ThEre AnY ObStaclEs tHrown in Your way?”

“NonE thAt Could not be suRMoUnted, sir.”

“RiGht Again. That’s thE waY I like To HavE ThingS doNe. The Young mAN
who caN accompliSh IMpossiBIlities IS ThE man For me, and the man who
GEtS Along in this worLd.”

The yOuNG fELLow TurNed his cap oVeR and oVEr in his HAnDS, ANd,
aLThough he was evIdently pleaSEd wIth the CoMmeNDation Of the MaNAgeR,
he seemed emBarrAssed. At laSt he saID, hesitaTIngly:

“I aM very aNxiOus To geT On In The WoRLd, sIR.”

“WEll, YOu mAy have an OpPoRtuniTy shORTLY,” repLieD the ManagEr.

Then he suddeNly Shot THe qUestiOn:

“Are You pEoPle goIng to sTrike?”

“i’m Afraid so, sir.”

“Why dO you Say ‘afraid’? are YoU goInG out wITh the oTheRs, oR do you
cAll your SOul YoUR OWn?”

“a man cannot fight the unION sIngle-hanDed.”

“You ARe TaLKing to a mAn Who Is goING to.”

ThE youNG mAn looked Up at hiS MaStEr.

“With yOu It is diFfEreNt,” hE said. “yOu arE backeD by a wealThy
coMPany. Whether you WIn or lose, your sITuATIoN Is seCurE. If I failed
tHe UnIOn in A criSIs, i coULd nevEr get AnOThER situation.”

Sartwell sMiLed griMly whEn the young man Mentioned tHE FIrm. He kneW
thaT ThERe lay his weakneSs ratHer than his STrength, fOr altHough the
Firm had saID He was to hAve A frEe hAnd, YET hE was certain thE MOmenT
tHe conteSt bEcame biTteR thE fiRm wOuLd be panic-Stricken. thEn, If ThE
woMen toOK a hand in, ThE jiG wAs uP. If thE StrikeRs had KnowN oN wHIch
Side theIR bREAd waS bUtTereD thEy Would Have SEnt A delegaTion of theIr
wIVes tO MRs. monkton And Mrs. Hope. But ThEy did not knOw ThiS, and
SaRTWell was nOt the man to show the weakneSS of his hAnd.

“yes,” saId thE manager, “I HavE the enTirE ConfidEnce of mr. MonKtOn
aND
 of his companions.

“Ah,Marsten,”saidthe  ma na ger,  his  brow clearing when  he saw who it
was. “D id yo ug et t h at  jobdone in ti m e ?”
“ It  wa so ff  befo rehalf-pa st five, s ir. ”
“Right. Wer e  t here any o bst acles thrown  in  yourwa y?” 
“Non e t hat c ould n o t be s urmounted ,s ir.”
“ Right a g a in . Th at’s the way I li k et o have thingsdone.Th e  y o u ngman 
who can a cc ompli s h impos s ib i l i tie s  is the man f or me, andt heman wh oget s  along  in t hi s  wo rld.”

Theyoun g fellowturned his cap over an d over  in  hi s ha n ds ,and ,a lth o ug h h e  wa s eviden tl ypleas ed w i t h thecom mend ation  of the manag er, 
hes eem ed em barra ssed .At la st hesaid,  h esitatingly:

“ I am  very anx iou stoge t oni n thewor ld,  sir.”
“Well, you  m a y ha ve an opportunitysh o r tl y,” repl ied th e  m an a ger.

Th en  he  sud d e nly s hott he  questio n:

“A r eyo u peopl egoingto  st rik e?”
“ I’mafraid  so, sir .”

“ W hy do you say‘ afraid’? Arey ou g oi n g ou t w ith the oth ers, or d o yo u 
c all yoursoulyo u ro wn?”

“A man cannot  f ight t he Un ion single-ha nded.”

“Y o u are talk ingt oa  man who is go ing t o.”

The y o ung manlooke d up athis maste r . 

“Withyou  it  is  di f f er ent,” he said . “You  a re back edby a we alt hycom pan y.  Whetheryou winor  l os e,  yo ur si t uation i ssec ur e.If If ailedthe U nion  i na  cr isis, I co u l d ne ve rgetano th er si tuat i on. ”

Sart well smil edg riml ywh en theyoung man men ti oned the f ir m.He kne w that the re lay his weakness rat h er than  hi s str engt h, for al tho ugh th e
f i rm had  saidhe wa stoh a ve af r ee  ha nd , yet he w a s  ce rtain  t he m oment
t he contest becameb itt er the firm w oul d be p an ic- s tr i cke n. The n ,  if the
women t ook a hand  i n ,the jig wa s  up .If thestriker s had known o n which
s ide their  b read w asbuttered t hey woul d have se n t a d e le gatio n o f thei rwiv es to  Mrs.M onk ton a nd Mrs .Hope.But t he y did no t know this, and
Sartwe ll was  notthe  man to s how the  weakness  ofhis hand.
“Y es, ” sai d t h e man ager ,  “ I h a ve th e en t ire confi d en ceo f  M r. Monktona n d 
 of_his companions.

“Ah,_Marsten,” said the manager,_his brow_clearing_when he_saw_who it
was. “Did_you get that_job done in time?”

“It_was off before_half-past_five, sir.”

“Right. Were there any obstacles thrown in your way?”

“None that could not be_surmounted,_sir.”

“Right again._That’s_the_way I like to have_things done. The young man
who_can accomplish_impossibilities is the man for me, and the_man_who
gets along in_this world.”

The young fellow turned his cap over and_over in his hands, and,
although he_was evidently pleased_with_the_commendation of the manager,
he_seemed embarrassed. At last he said,_hesitatingly:

“I am very anxious to get_on in the world, sir.”

“Well, you may_have an opportunity shortly,” replied the_manager.

Then he suddenly shot the_question:

“Are you_people going to strike?”

“I’m afraid_so, sir.”

“Why do_you say_‘afraid’? Are you_going out with the others, or_do you
call your_soul your own?”

“A man cannot fight_the_Union single-handed.”

“You are_talking_to_a man_who is going_to.”

The_young man_looked_up at his master.

“With you it_is_different,” he said. “You are backed by_a wealthy
company. Whether you_win_or lose, your situation_is secure. If I failed
the_Union in a crisis, I could_never get_another situation.”

Sartwell_smiled grimly when the young man mentioned the firm. He knew
that_there lay his weakness rather than_his strength, for although_the
firm had_said_he was to_have_a free_hand, yet he was certain the moment
the_contest became_bitter the firm would be panic-stricken._Then, if the
women took_a_hand in, the jig was up._If the strikers had known on_which
side their bread was buttered_they_would_have sent a delegation of_their
wives to Mrs. Monkton and Mrs._Hope. But they_did not know this, and
Sartwell was not_the_man to show the weakness of_his_hand.

“Yes,” said the manager, “I have_the_entire_confidence of Mr. Monkton
and