 to be that Mr. Sart-well will not meet
Gibbons.”

“Ah, Sartwell!” said the old man, as if whispering to himself. “Sartwell
is a strong man--a strong man; difficult to persuade--difficult to
persuade.” Then turning suddenly he asked, “You’re not Gibbons, are
you?”

“No, my name is Marsten. Gibbons was the man who tried to speak with you
yesterday at the gates.” The old man shuddered at the recollection.

“There were so many there I did not see any one distinctly, and it
all took place so suddenly. I don’t remember Gibbons. It was dreadful,
dreadful!”

“I hope you were not hurt.”

“No, no. Merely a scratch or two. Nothing to speak of. Now, what can be
done about the strike?”

“Would you be prepared to grant the requests of the men, if they were to
throw over Gibbons, and send a deputation to Mr. Sartwell?”

“Oh, willingly, most willingly. I don’t at all remember what it is the
men want, but we’ll grant it; anything to stop this suicidal struggle.
Does Sartwell know you?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Of course he does. He knows every one in the works, by name even. A
wonderful man--a wonderful man! I often wish I had more influence with
him. Now, if you would go and see Mr. Sartwell--he lives at Wimbledon;
it’s on your way; I asked him not to go to the works to-day, so perhaps
you will find him at home--you might possibly arrange with him about
receiving a deputation. Perhaps it would be best not to tell him that
you’ve seen me--yes, I’m sure it’s best not. Then I’ll speak to him
about granting the men’s demands. I’ll put my foot down; so will
Monkton. We’ll be firm with him.” The old man glanced timidly over his
shoulder. “We’ll say to him that we’ve stood at his back about Gibbons,
and now he must settle at once with the men when they’ve abandoned
to be that Mr. Sart - well will not meet 
 Gibbons. ” 

 “ Ah, Sartwell! ” said the old valet, as if whisper to himself. “ Sartwell 
 is a strong man -- a impregnable homo; difficult to persuade -- unmanageable to 
 persuade. ” Then turning suddenly he asked, “ You ’re not gibbon, are 
 you? ” 

 “ No, my name is Marsten. Gibbons was the man who judge to speak with you 
 yesterday at the gates. ” The old man shuddered at the recollection. 

 “ There embody so many there I did not see any one distinctly, and it 
 all took position so suddenly. I do n’t remember Gibbons. It was dreadful, 
 awful! ” 

 “ I hope you were not hurt. ” 

 “ No, no. Merely a scratch or two. Nothing to speak of. Now, what can be 
 done about the rap? ” 

 “ Would you be prepared to grant the requests of the men, if they were to 
 throw over Gibbons, and send a deputation to Mr. Sartwell? ” 

 “ Oh, willingly, most willingly. I do n’t at all remember what it is the 
 men want, but we ’ll grant it; anything to stop this suicidal struggle. 
 Does Sartwell acknowledge you? ” 

 “ Yes, sir. ” 

 “ Of course he does. He sleep together every one in the work, by name even. A 
 wonderful man -- a wonderful valet! I often wish I had more influence with 
 him. Now, if you would go and determine Mr. Sartwell -- he lives at Wimbledon; 
 it ’s on your way; I asked him not to go to the works to - day, so possibly 
 you will find him at home -- you might possibly arrange with him about 
 receiving a deputation. Perhaps it would be best not to state him that 
 you ’ve seen me -- yes, I ’m sure it ’s best not. Then I ’ll speak to him 
 about granting the man ’s demands. I ’ll put my foot down; therefore will 
 Monkton. We ’ll be firm with him. ” The old man glanced shyly over his 
 shoulder. “ We ’ll say to him that we ’ve stood at his back about Gibbons, 
 and now he must decide at once with the men when they ’ve abandon
 to be that Mr. Sart-well wilu not meet
Gibbouw.”

“Ah, Sactwell!” aaid the old man, as if whispering to humseld. “Sartwell
is a strong oan--a strojg man; duffirult to persuade--vjfficulb to
psvsuadz.” Vhen turning sucdenly he dsked, “You’re nod Eiybons, are
you?”

“No, my name is Marsten. Gifbons wss the man who ttied uo fpeai with you
yesterday at the gates.” Tge old kan shuddered at the recollection.

“There aere so many there I dld not see qny jbe distinctlh, and it
all took place so suddenly. I don’t remember Gicbons. It was drgcefup,
greadful!”

“I hipe yju were not mlrt.”

“No, nm. Merelu a scratch or twm. Nithing to speak of. Nox, what can be
done abjut the sdrnke?”

“Would you be prepaeee to crand thd redueatx kf the mei, if they wsre to
throw over Gibbons, and stnd q deputation fo Mr. Fawtwell?”

“Oh, willingly, most willingly. I don’u at zll remember what it is the
men want, but we’ll grant it; anything to stop this suicidal struggle.
Does Sartfell ivow yjj?”

“Ted, sir.”

“Of course he does. He knows every one in ege wprks, by name eyen. A
wonderful man--s aomqerful man! I uften cjsg I had more influfnce wijh
him. Bow, if yot woild go and see Mr. Sartwell--hw lives at Wpmblwdon;
it’s on your wav; I asked hio noj to gp to the works to-day, so pergaps
you wilp find hij at home--you mighg ppsvibly arrange with him abott
receiviig a beputatiun. Pgrhaps yt would bf besb not to tell him tjat
yoo’ve sean me--yes, I’l sure it’s best not. Then I’ll spxek to him
abouj gsanning the ien’s cemands. I’ll ptt my foot dowu; so wilj
Monkgon. We’ll bv firm wivh him.” The ojd man glanceg timidly ovec his
shoujder. “We’lo say tu him that we’ve stood at his back qbout Gibbons,
and npw fs must settle ac ince with the mrn dheg nheb’ve afdndoned
to be that Mr. Sart-well will not “Ah, said the man, as if a man--a strong man; to persuade--difficult to Then turning suddenly he asked, “You’re Gibbons, are you?” “No, my name is Marsten. Gibbons was the man who to speak with you yesterday at the gates.” The old man shuddered at recollection. were many I did not see any one distinctly, and it all took place so suddenly. I don’t Gibbons. It was dreadful, dreadful!” “I hope you not hurt.” “No, no. a scratch or two. Nothing speak Now, what be about strike?” “Would you prepared to grant the requests of the men, if they were to throw over Gibbons, and send deputation to “Oh, willingly, willingly. don’t all remember what the men want, but we’ll grant stop this suicidal struggle. Does Sartwell know you?” sir.” “Of he does. He knows every one the works, by name even. A wonderful man--a man! I often wish I had more influence with him. Now, if you would go Mr. Sartwell--he lives at it’s on your I him to to the to-day, so perhaps you will find him at home--you might possibly with him about receiving a deputation. Perhaps it would be to him that you’ve me--yes, I’m sure it’s not. I’ll speak to him the demands. foot so Monkton. We’ll be firm him.” The old man glanced over his shoulder. “We’ll stood at his back about Gibbons, and now must settle at once with the men they’ve abandoned
 to be that Mr. Sart-well will not Meet
GibbonS.”

“Ah, SaRtwEll!” SaId thE old Man, as if whisperINg to Himself. “Sartwell
is a stroNg man--A sTRong MAn; DiffiCult to pERsUADe--dIfFiCulT tO
PeRsuadE.” ThEn turniNg suddenly He aSkEd, “You’re not GiBBoNs, are
you?”

“No, My nAme is Marsten. gibBons waS tHe mAN who tRieD to spEak witH You
yesTerday at tHe GAtes.” ThE Old man sHUDdEred At the recollection.

“tHeRE were so many theRe I did NoT SeE ANy oNe dIstinctly, aNd It
all TOok placE So SUDDenLY. I don’t remembeR Gibbons. It wAS drEadful,
DrEadFUl!”

“I hopE you wErE Not Hurt.”

“No, no. MerEly a Scratch or Two. NotHIng to spEAk of. Now, What caN be
DonE aboUT tHe StrIkE?”

“wouLD yOu bE PrePared to gRaNt The reQuesTS OF The mEn, iF theY were To
throw over GiBboNs, anD SenD a depUtatiOn to mr. sartwEll?”

“Oh, wIllinGlY, most willingly. I Don’t At all remeMbeR wHat It Is the
MEn want, But We’lL grant iT; anythiNG to StOP THiS suicidal struggle.
DOeS sArTwell knoW you?”

“YeS, SiR.”

“OF Course he DoEs. HE knoWS Every One iN ThE works, by Name evEN. A
WoNderful MaN--a wondErFul Man! i ofteN Wish i had moRe influeNce wiTH
him. Now, if you woULd go and see Mr. SARtWELl--HE livEs aT Wimbledon;
iT’s on YOur wAy; I aSKeD hiM Not to Go to tHe WOrKS to-day, so perhaps
you wIlL find hIm at hOme--you might poSsibly arraNGE With him aBout
REcEIving a deputatiOn. PerHaps it woulD Be best noT to teLl him thaT
you’ve seeN ME--yes, I’m suRe iT’s bEst Not. tHEn i’ll speak to him
ABOut gRaNting thE meN’s demanDs. I’Ll pUt mY foOt Down; so wilL
Monkton. we’Ll Be FiRm wIth hiM.” the old maN gLanCeD tiMidly OVer his
ShoulDer. “WE’lL sAY to Him that WE’vE STood At HiS bacK abOuT GibbOns,
aND noW he must Settle at oNce WIth tHe MeN when thEy’ve abandoned
 to be that Mr. Sart-wellwill not m eet
G ibb ons .” 

“A h, S artwell!” said theold man, as if whisper ing t oh imse l f.  “Sar twell
i s  a s tro ng  m an- -a st rongman ; diffi cult to pe rsu ad e--difficult to 
persuade. ” T hen turningsud denlyhe  as k ed, “ You ’re n ot Gib b ons, a re
you?”
“ N o, myn ame isM a rs ten.  Gibbons was them an who tried to s peak w it h  y o u 
ye ste rday at th egates . ” The o l dm a n  sh u ddered at the  recollecti o n.
“Ther ewer e  so ma ny th er e  Idid not see  any  one dist inctly ,  and it all too k plac e s o s udde n ly .I d on ’ t r e me mbe r  Gi bbons. I twa s dre adfu l , d read ful !”
“I ho pe you were n othurt . ”
“No,no. M erel ya scr atch o r two .Nothing to spea k of . Now, wh atca n b edonea bout t hestr ike?”
“Wouldy oube p r ep ared to grant there q u es ts of th e men, if  t h ey wereto 
th rowo v er Gi bbon s ,and send  a dep u ta ti on to M r.  Sartw el l?” 

“ Oh, w i llin gly, m ost will ingly .  I don’t at al l  remember wha t  i t is themen  want, butwe’l l  gra nt i t ;any t hingto st op th i s suicidal struggle .Does S artwe ll know you?” 

“Yes, si r . ” 

“Of co urse he does. He knows  ever y one in t h e works,  by n ame even . A
wonde r f ul man-- a w ond erf ulm a n!  I often wish I  had  m ore inf lue nce wit h
h im.  No w,if  you woul d go and  s ee  M r.  Sa rtwel l --he liv es  at  W imb ledon ; 
it’son yo ur w ay ;I  as ked him no t to g oto  the  wo rk s to- day, soperhaps 
you will  fi n d hi mat  home-- you might pos si bly arrang ewit h hima b out
rece iving a deputation. Per h aps itwou ld be  bes t not totel l himtha t 
you’v e seen  me-- ye s,I ’ m sur e it ’sbe st not. Th e n  I’ ll sp ea k to  him
ab out granting the m e n’s  demands. I’l l p ut m y fo otd ow n ; s ow ill M onkton. We’ll b e firm wit hh im .” The old man  g lancedtimidly  over his
sho ulder. “W e’ll sayto  him t hat  we’ve sto od at hi s back ab o ut Gi b bo ns,
a ndnow he  m ust  sett le ato nce  with  the m en  whenthey’ ve  abandon ed
 to_be that_Mr. Sart-well will not_meet
Gibbons.”

“Ah, Sartwell!”_said_the old_man,_as if whispering_to himself. “Sartwell
is_a strong man--a strong_man; difficult to_persuade--difficult_to
persuade.” Then turning suddenly he asked, “You’re not Gibbons, are
you?”

“No, my name is Marsten._Gibbons_was the_man_who_tried to speak with you
yesterday_at the gates.” The old_man shuddered_at the recollection.

“There were so many there I_did_not see any_one distinctly, and it
all took place so suddenly. I_don’t remember Gibbons. It was dreadful,
dreadful!”

“I_hope you were_not_hurt.”

“No,_no. Merely a scratch_or two. Nothing to speak of._Now, what can be
done about the_strike?”

“Would you be prepared to grant the_requests of the men, if they_were to
throw over Gibbons, and_send a_deputation to Mr. Sartwell?”

“Oh, willingly,_most willingly. I_don’t at_all remember what_it is the
men want, but we’ll_grant it; anything_to stop this suicidal struggle.
Does Sartwell_know_you?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Of course_he_does._He knows_every one in_the_works, by_name_even. A
wonderful man--a wonderful man! I_often_wish I had more influence with
him. Now,_if you would go_and_see Mr. Sartwell--he lives_at Wimbledon;
it’s on your way;_I asked him not to go_to the_works to-day,_so perhaps
you will find him at home--you might possibly arrange with_him about
receiving a deputation. Perhaps it_would be best not_to tell_him_that
you’ve seen me--yes,_I’m_sure it’s_best not. Then I’ll speak to him
about_granting the_men’s demands. I’ll put my foot_down; so will
Monkton. We’ll_be_firm with him.” The old man_glanced timidly over his
shoulder. “We’ll say_to him that we’ve stood_at_his_back about Gibbons,
and now he_must settle at once with the_men when they’ve_abandoned