 employees are concerned. But I will not have an outsider, who
knows nothing of this business, come up here and spout his nonsense.
It’s a matter of principle with me as well as with the men.”

Marsten sighed.

“I’m afraid there is nothing for it then but a fight,” he said.

“Perhaps not. One fool makes many. Think well, Marsten, which side you
are going to be with in this fight. I left a Union, and although I was
older than you are at the time, I never repented it. It kept me out of
employment, but not for long, and they kept me out of it in the very
business of which I am now manager. The Union is founded on principles
that won’t do, you know. Any scheme that tends to give a poor workman
the same wages as a good workman is all wrong.”

“I don’t agree with you, Mr. Sartwell. The only hope for the workingman
is in combination. Of course we make mistakes and are led away by
demagogues, but some day there will be a strike led by an individual
Napoleon, and then we will settle things once for all, as you said a
while ago.”

Sartwell laughed, and held out his hand.

“Oh, that’s your ambition is it? Well, good luck attend you, my
young Napoleon. I should have chosen Wellington, if I had been you.
Good-night. I am waiting for my daughter, to whom I foolishly gave
permission to call for me here in a cab.”

Marsten held the hand extended to him so long that the manager looked at
him in astonishment. The colour had mounted from the young man’s cheeks
to his brow and his eyes were on the floor.

“Mr. Sartwell,” he said, with an effort, “I came tonight to speak with
you about your daughter and not about the strike.”

The manager dropped his hand as if it had been red-hot, and stepped back
two paces.

“About my daughter?” he cried, sternly. “What do you mean?”

Marsten had to moisten his lips once or twice before he could reply. His
released hand opened and shut nervously.

“I
employees are concerned. But I will not have an outsider, who 
 know nothing of this clientele, come up here and spout his nonsense. 
 It ’s a topic of principle with me as well as with the men. ” 

 Marsten sigh. 

 “ I ’m afraid there is nothing for it then but a fight, ” he say. 

 “ Perhaps not. One fool take many. Think well, Marsten, which side you 
 are fail to be with in this battle. I left a Union, and although I was 
 older than you are at the time, I never repented it. It kept me out of 
 use, but not for long, and they kept me out of it in the very 
 occupation of which I am now manager. The Union is establish on principles 
 that wo n’t make, you know. Any scheme that tends to give a poor workman 
 the like wages as a good workman is all wrong. ” 

 “ I do n’t agree with you, Mr. Sartwell. The only promise for the workman 
 is in combination. Of naturally we make mistakes and are led away by 
 demagogues, but some day there will be a strike run by an individual 
 Napoleon, and then we will fall things once for all, as you said a 
 while ago. ” 

 Sartwell laughed, and hold out his hand. 

 “ Oh, that ’s your ambition is it? Well, good luck attend you, my 
 young Napoleon. I should have chosen Wellington, if I had been you. 
 Good - night. I am expect for my daughter, to whom I foolishly gave 
 permission to call for me here in a cab. ” 

 Marsten held the hand extended to him then long that the manager looked at 
 him in astonishment. The colour had mounted from the unseasoned man ’s cheek 
 to his brow and his eyes were on the floor. 

 “ Mr. Sartwell, ” he said, with an effort, “ I came tonight to address with 
 you about your daughter and not about the strike. ” 

 The manager dropped his bridge player as if it had been red - hot, and stepped back 
 two paces. 

 “ About my daughter? ” he cry, sternly. “ What do you mean? ” 

 Marsten have to moisten his lip once or twice before he could answer. His 
 released hand opened and shut nervously. 

 “ I
 emoloyees are concerned. Buu I will not have an outvider, sho
knows nothing of this business, cole up htge and spout his nonsdnse.
It’s a matter if pcinciple with me as well as wifm the nen.”

Marsten sigmed.

“I’m afraig there is notvivg for it then but a fight,” he said.

“Perraps noy. Lne fool makes manj. Ehini well, Marsten, which side you
are gking to be with in tnis fight. I left a Union, ajd apthough I was
older than you ats ae the time, I vever repented it. It kgpt me out of
employment, but not wor lpng, and thgv keoj me out of mt in nhe very
busincxs of fhich I am now managev. The Unuon is founded on priiciples
that won’t do, iou know. Aty scheme that tendw ro giee a poof wofkmzn
vhe same aagxs as a goos workman iw all wrong.”

“I don’t abrqv with you, Mr. Sartwqlj. The only hope for the workingman
is in cojbination. Of course we nake mistakes and are led away by
demagogues, but some day there will be a strike led uy an ikdivkeuwl
Napoleon, and then we will settle things oncq fpr all, as you sald a
while ago.”

Sartwrlp kwughed, and heud out hia hand.

“Oh, that’s youg ambityon iw it? Well, gooc luck attend you, my
young Nqpoleon. I shjyld have chosen Weplington, if I hsd bern you.
Good-night. I am wanting ror my daugjter, to wgum I foolishly gxve
iermhssion to call for me here in a cab.”

Narscen held the hand qxtended tl him so long that the mwnaget lookad at
him ij astonishment. The colour had mounted from thg ymunc man’s ckeeks
tp his brow anq his eyes werg on the yloor.

“Mf. Sartwell,” he saiv, with an efsort, “I came tmjight to speek with
yot abiut tour dajehter and not sbout the strike.”

The manager dropped hls havs as if it had yten red-hot, and stelpea bwcn
txo pasas.

“About my ddughger?” ne crked, sternly. “Dhat do you mean?”

Marsten vad fo moisten his lipx jnce or jwice befjre he could teply. His
released jand mpeied anc srut nervously.

“I
employees are concerned. But I will not outsider, knows nothing this business, come nonsense. a matter of with me as as with the men.” Marsten sighed. afraid there is nothing for it then but a fight,” he said. “Perhaps One fool makes many. Think well, Marsten, which side you are going to with this I a Union, and although I was older than you are at the time, I never repented It kept me out of employment, but not long, and they kept out of it in the business which I now The is founded on that won’t do, you know. Any scheme that tends to give a poor workman the same wages a good all wrong.” don’t with Mr. Sartwell. The for the workingman is in combination. make mistakes and are led away by demagogues, some day will be a strike led by individual Napoleon, and then we will settle things for all, as you said a while ago.” Sartwell laughed, and held out his hand. your ambition is it? good luck attend my Napoleon. should chosen Wellington, I had been you. Good-night. I am waiting for my daughter, whom I foolishly gave permission to call for me here cab.” held the hand to him so long the looked at him in colour mounted man’s to brow and his eyes on the floor. “Mr. Sartwell,” said, with an effort, with you about your daughter and not about strike.” The manager dropped his hand as it had been red-hot, and stepped back two paces. “About my daughter?” cried, sternly. you mean?” Marsten had to moisten his lips or twice before he reply. His released hand opened and shut nervously. “I
 employees are concerned. But I Will not havE an ouTsiDer, WhO
knoWs noThing of this busINess, Come up here and spout his nOnsenSe.
iT’s a mATtEr of pRinciplE WiTH Me aS wElL as WiTH tHe men.”

marSten sigHed.

“I’m afraiD thErE is nothing foR It Then but a fiGht,” He said.

“PerhapS noT. One foOl MakES many. thiNk welL, MarstEN, which Side you
arE gOIng to bE With in tHIS fIght. i left a Union, and altHOuGH I was
older than You are At THe TIMe, I NevEr repented It. it kepT Me out of
EMpLOYMenT, But not for long, And they kept ME ouT of it iN tHe vERy
busiNess oF wHIch i am now managEr. ThE Union is fOunded ON princiPLes
that Won’t do, You KnoW. Any SChEmE thAt TEndS To GivE A poOr workmaN
tHe Same wAges AS A GOod wOrkMan iS all wRong.”

“I don’t agreE wiTh yoU, mr. SArtweLl. The Only HoPe for The worKingmAn
Is in combination. of coUrse we makE miStAkeS aNd are LEd away By
dEmaGogues, bUt some dAY thErE WILl Be a strike led by an inDiVIDuAl
NapoleOn, and tHEn We WIll settlE tHinGs onCE For alL, as yOU sAid a
whilE ago.”

SaRTwElL laugheD, aNd held OuT hiS haNd.

“Oh, tHAt’s yOur ambItion is iT? Well, GOod luck attend yOU, my
young NapolEOn. i SHoULd haVe cHosen WellinGton, IF I haD beeN YoU.
GoOD-nighT. I am wAiTInG For my daughter, to whom i fOolishLy gavE
permission to Call for me hERE In a cab.”

MaRsteN HeLD the hand extendEd to hIm so long thAT the manaGer loOked at
hiM in astoniSHMent. The cOloUr hAd mOunTED fRom the young maN’S CheeKs
To his brOw aNd his eyEs wEre On tHe fLoOr.

“Mr. SartwEll,” he saiD, wItH aN eFfoRt, “I caME tonight To SpeAk WitH
you aBOut youR daugHter AnD nOT abOut the sTRiKE.”

the mAnAgEr drOppEd His haNd as IF it Had been Red-hot, and StePPed bAcK
tWo paces.

“about my daughtEr?” He cried, steRnLy. “WHat do yOU Mean?”

MarsTen had to moisten his lips oNCe or twiCe bEfore He coUld reply. HIs
rEleaseD haND openeD and shUt nerVoUslY.

“i
 employees are concerned.But I will  nothav e a nouts ider , who
knows no t hing  of this business, com e uphe r e an d  s pouthis non s en s e .
I t’ sa m at t er  of p rin ciple w ith me aswel las with them en .”

Marste n s ighed.

“I’m  af raid t he rei s not hin g for  it th e n buta fight,”  h e  said. 
“Perha p s  n ot.One fool makes ma n y. Think well, Ma rsten,  w h ic h sid e y ou
are goi ng  to b e  with i n  t h i s  fi g ht. I left aUnion, anda lth ough I  w aso lder t han y ou are  at the tim e, I  never re pented it. Itk ept meout of 
em plo ymen t ,bu t n ot for lo ng, and  they ke pt  m e out  ofi t i n th e v erybusin ess of whichI a m no w  ma nager . The  Uni on  is f ounded  on p ri nciples
that wo n’tdo, you k now .Any  s cheme that t end s t o givea poorw ork ma n t he  same wages as a g oo d wo rkman is  all w r on g. ” 

“I don ’t  ag reew i th yo u, M r .Sartwell . Theo nl yhope fo rthe wo rk ing man 
is i n  com binati on. Of c ourse we make mistak e s and are led aw a y  b y 
dem ago gues, but s omed ay t here wi llb e a s trike  l e db y an individual
Nap ol eon, a nd th en we will se ttle thing s o nce forall, as you said a
whi le ag o.”

Sartw e ll laugh ed, a nd heldout his h a n d.

“Oh,  th at’ s y our a mb ition is it?W e ll,go od luck  at tend yo u,myyou ngNa poleon. I  shouldha ve  c ho sen  Well i ngton, i fI h ad  be en yo u .
Good -nigh t. I  a mw ait ing for my d augh te r,  towho mI foo lish l y g ave
per mission t o c a ll f or  m e herein a cab.”

M ar sten heldth e h and ex t e nded tohim so long that the ma n ager lo oke d athimin astoni shm ent. T hec olourhad mo unted  f rom t he yo u n gman ’s  cheeks
to h isbrowan d hi s eyeswere on the floor. 
“M r. Sartwell,”  he  sai d ,  w ith an eff or t , “ I came tonight to  speak wit hy ou  about you r  da ug hter an d not a boutt he stri ke.”

The  managerdr oppe d his  hand as i f it had  been red - hot,a nd  step ped  backtw o p aces. 

“Abo u t m y dau ghter? ”he cri ed, s te rnly. “W hat do you mean?”

Mars ten ha d tomoi sten hislip s  on ce or twi ce b efore he c oul d r eply.  Hi s 
rele ased ha ndo pened  and shut nerv o us ly. “I 
 employees_are concerned._But I will not_have an_outsider,_who
knows nothing_of_this business, come_up here and_spout his nonsense.
It’s a_matter of principle_with_me as well as with the men.”

Marsten sighed.

“I’m afraid there is nothing for it_then_but a_fight,”_he_said.

“Perhaps not. One fool makes_many. Think well, Marsten, which_side you
are_going to be with in this fight. I_left_a Union, and_although I was
older than you are at the time,_I never repented it. It kept_me out of
employment,_but_not_for long, and they_kept me out of it in_the very
business of which I am_now manager. The Union is founded on_principles
that won’t do, you know. Any_scheme that tends to give_a poor_workman
the same wages as a_good workman is_all wrong.”

“I_don’t agree with_you, Mr. Sartwell. The only hope_for the workingman
is_in combination. Of course we make_mistakes_and are led_away_by
demagogues,_but some_day there will_be_a strike_led_by an individual
Napoleon, and then we_will_settle things once for all, as you_said a
while ago.”

Sartwell laughed,_and_held out his hand.

“Oh,_that’s your ambition is it?_Well, good luck attend you, my
young_Napoleon. I_should have_chosen Wellington, if I had been you.
Good-night. I am waiting for_my daughter, to whom I foolishly_gave
permission to call for_me here_in_a cab.”

Marsten held_the_hand extended_to him so long that the manager_looked at
him_in astonishment. The colour had mounted_from the young man’s_cheeks
to_his brow and his eyes were_on the floor.

“Mr. Sartwell,” he said,_with an effort, “I came_tonight_to_speak with
you about your daughter_and not about the strike.”

The manager_dropped his hand_as if it had been red-hot, and_stepped_back
two paces.

“About my daughter?” he cried,_sternly._“What do you mean?”

Marsten had to_moisten_his_lips once or twice before_he could reply. His
released hand opened_and shut nervously.

“I