The Huron Signal, 1883-11-09, Page 24.
THE HURON SIGNAL. FRIDAY NOV. 9, 1883.
JOHN ARISTRONG
MBCH.ANIC
OR,
VROD1 TH$, BOTTOM TO THE TOP
OF THE LADDER
• sure or wow a was Irate wise its Amerles.
CHAPTER IV.
PALLING OPT THE LADDRL
He found Mrs. Shafer waiting for
him, and as soon as she saw him, she
came nervously to him. saying tearful-
ly :—
'Oh, Mr. Armstrong, I'ut real sorry.
I knew you warn't to blame ; but what
kin a peer widder do. They swears
they'll all leave together if you stay, and
I've got ter Live ye notice. I don't
want nothin' for the trifle of wittles you
ate, and you can hev yer dinner here ;
but you'll hev to look out 'nuther place
to -night.'
John heard her through, and slowly
nodded his head, as he said :
'In co-Jrse, mum, twelve dollars a
week stint to be throw'd away. If yell
give me my dinner I'll pay lora at once.
I don't ax no favors. ReckodiXew
York's a big place, and I kin find so e -
where to eat afore I starve.'
Then she brought hien out a plentiful
dinner, which he ate and paid fur, after
which he asked, quietly :
' Nhere's the young man as I hit,
rearm ? He warn't in the shop at work.
I'm sorry if I hurt him bad.',
She pointed over her shoulder to the
next room in a frightened kind of way.'
'He's there,' she whispered, `listenin'
I reckon. Don't say nothin', please.'
`Oh, no,' said John ; 'I wouldn't like
to quarrel with him, mann. But if you'll
bo so good as to tell him suthin' from
me, I guess he won't feel so bad.'
'And what's that 1' she asked, curi-
ously.
'Waal, ye see, 'twarn't fair any hittin'
him, if he hadn't a' made me. I used to
be in chums with a fightin' man wunat,
when I were servin' my time ; and he
used ter put on the glpves with me and
teach me all he knuw'd, till he 'lowed I
could e'en a'most whip him afore I were
twerty-two. And since that time he put
two jobs on me with the gloves on
strangers, and I knocked 'em both out,
and once I got kinder 'shame:? to think
1 might be call a fighter, and give it up,
twin' to dad's bein' sick. But I thought
tuebbe if ;rid tell young Mr.Stry ker how
I were jest, as .one might say, in the
business, he'd not feel so bad. I know
what these gentlemen is when they gets
whipped. They feels is if it oughtn't
ter be so. Will you tell him r •
'Ssrt'inly, Mr. Armstrong. Why; I
seen it all through the windy,and I must
say how you 'wilted as if you was the
most skeert of the two.'
'I wer,, mann —I were,I were thinkin'
all the time I'd have to hit out, and loss
my place fur whippin' the boss's nevy.
I'd e'en a' most made up my min.l to
take a bastin', oniy'—
'Only what 1' she asked, for he had
stopped.
`Only,' he returned, in a low voice, 'T
thought of that pore gal runnin', and I
thought he'd go arter her again, and my
old dad would ha' fglt 'shamed of me
then. Ye know dad said as how the old
sojers of the army never fought so well
as arter they'd been whipped again antl
again, so the enemy got tired of tryin' to
keep 'em whipped, an. finally they
clomp right on 'wit civ-{ beat them. Waal.
Mrs. Shafer, marm. i ood•bye, mann.
Hope you'll 'acute the liberty I've tuk in
talkin' so much, and here's within' y.0
long life and health, antral.'
Then John walked away hack to the
shop, feelm_a-lonely.. a•i.1 deserted, fond
said abruptly x . Stove B arker : -
`,1istte% ain't sire ••n it, but seems
to me y u acid s m'thc,' last night 'bout
yourb yin' wiilin t o t. t': ra b nrder,re•as•oa-
able. Ain't it s. r
Barker looked at hi n dryly, replying :
'Yes it is. But v.t•1 wanted to go wi'
John, doubtfully. 'If ye could wait a repulse thetas, though the gloom never
milinit or so '—
'Wait be hanged ! I'll go with you.'
replied Barker, heartily. 'When Steve
Barker takes a shine to a man, he dua't
do things v halves, 1-.e don't. go to
the boss th you.'
And just at that moment they saw the
well-known figure of the chief of the iron
work at the Aloe door, so John went
thither, followed by Steve.
The uld man looked at Barker coldly.
'Du you want W see me, Barker r he
asked, so icily that most men would have
shrunk back. But Steve never flushed,
answering :
•Yes, boss, I do. 1 want to say'—
'Hush !' interrupted old Stryker,
sharply. `If you have anything to say
you will have to wait till 1 get through
with this young man. I sent for him,
nut for yuu.'
rn 'studs. Th tight ynn.ol tl •t
left his brow during the meal.
When it sas over, he said 1, Phoebe:
'Give me some muuey, lass. I'm going
sett with Armstrong.'
Juhu saw the woman's fete fell, and
notieed that the children stopped talking
and luokud frightettud.
Mrs. Barker gave
laugh, and observed
'There is not mach loft, Steve. Yon
know lhad to pa►'--
'Giv me the money and hold yuut
tongue, will you?' growled Steve, se sav-
agely that John started at the sadden
t•aasforination.
All in a tremor Phoebe pulled out s
little, old-fashionod purse, crying in a
terrified tone :
'There, Steve, there ! Don't be angry 1'
He snatched the purse and put it into
his pocket.
'I knew it well.' retorted Barker ; but 'I'm not angry, if yuu don't make
I've got something to say, and I don't me,' he growled. 'Come, lad—let's go
care if I lose my place for it. There's out.'
other shops where a good riveter can And without another word he slouched
out of the room, leaving the woman and
children white and scared.
John looked at them • moment before
he followed ; then he said in a low
voice :
'Don't be skeerud, mann.
don't ante t' harem,'
'But he'll go to drinking. I see it t:1
his eye,' sobbed the poor woman. 'Oh,
don't let hien drink. It snakes a demon
of him. He carnes home and beats us all,
and—Oh, what has happened 9'
`He's bin dischsrged,marm,' said John
sadly. 'But never mind,' he added, in a
cheerful tone. 'I won't let hin spend
his money to night, and we'll get more
work in the morning'—
Here the vuiee of Steve roared from
the bottom of the stairs
'Armstrong ! What the deuce ails you?
Are you corrin' or not ? Hang you for a
spoil sport !'
John nodded to the children and went
down stairs, where he found Barker
scowling and grumbling.
And he was slouching away when John
suddenly caught hint by the arm, saying
coolly :
'Be ye a reglar carnation fule, or a
born greeny, Steve Barker 1 This here
ain't no time to spend money that orter
go for them pore little ones up stairs,
when ye duo t know wheer the next's
a -cortin' from. Now ye jest look is -here,
I took you for man as w ata man ; but
darn my skin,if you go off and get drunk
to -night you ain't noptan at all.'
He spoke without a semblance of pas-
sion, but looking the other in the eye all
the time, and the wild beast in Steve
Barker quailed for a moment.
'Who talked of being' drunk 7' he
growled, half apologetically. I said beer.
It's my own money to spend, isn't
it r
`No,' answered John, firmly. 'It
ain't. and you know it. That poor wo-
man and the children had it, and you
took it from 'em. You jest act like a
man, and let beer alone to -night. Taton't
do ye no good."
But Barker had turned his head to
avoid John's eye, and now he suddenly
wrenched away his arm.
'Leave me alone,' he growled. 'I'm
no baby to be ordered about. If you want
beer, come ; if not' --
Without another word he turned and
strode away, in as ugly a tenter as John
had ever seen hien.. He Wks a stout,
1 square -built man, with the muscle of a
giant, and John sail to himself, half
despair
'How'n thunder be I goin' to stop
hint 1 Ill hev to ;give him one, and
that'll be two fights, But I must stop
hint somehow.'
So saying, he ran after Steve just as
the latter halted in front of a low corner
groggery, and called out :
'Look -a -here. Steve ---Mr. Barker,issy!
I tell ye what I 11 do with ye.'
'Well, what 1' growled Barker, wheel-
ing on him with the'port of an enraged
wild boast. You can't stop me, do you
hear I I've licked a bishop afore this, as
tried me, and got six months fur it ten.
Think yeti can stop me 1 I'm coin' to
drown sorrow, lad. Hang that old Stry.
ker ! You needn't go to work to morrow,
a liule nervous
work. If this young man goes, I go too.
That's all, boss. I've said it.'
And he slouched back to an anvil and
sat down en it, looking sulkily at Mr.
Stryker, whn said not a word in answer,
but motioned John to enter the office,
where he shut the door and took a seat
before he said a word to the workman
'Sit down, Armstrong,' he said at last,
pointing to the sofa. 'Why were you
late at work this morning 1 It was ten
o'ctouk before you came in.'
John turned a shade paler, but an-
swered in a quiet, matter-of-fact way :
'I was in court, sir. 'l'hey took mo
up last night, arter sweepin' out, and
'twere half arter nine afore they let me
Wit,'
'What was it for ' asked Mr. Stryker,
benliu.c his brows. 'Mind. I've heard
nothing certain. Only Sheppard told sate
of your arrest, and I heard front Mr.
Munson that my nephew was struck with
a slung shot. Are you the man that
stru„ k him 1
John bowed his head.
'Yes, sir, but not with a shot, or any-
thing but jest my fist, and I didu't want
to that, sir. If you want the hull story,
sir, you kin get it from' the lady that
lives at this here address. She seen it
all. I don't want, to say nothin' more,
sir. I 'spoae I'm to be discharged. I
'spected it for whippin' the boss's nevy-
I don't blame ye, air. Blood's thicker
than'water,'
And John handed the old p,enticman
the address of Ella Morton, which .Mr.
Stryker calmly copied before he said
another word. Then he re:arned the
slip to John, and observed :
'You're right, Armstrong. We have
to do things we don't want to do
sometimes. 1 shall have to discharge
you.
Johns, heart sank within him at the
Words, though he had expected them.
We are all apt to hope against hope.
Mr. Stryker turned to his desk, and
wrote rapidly for several minutes, when
he turned round again.
..'You can do your sweeping to -night
and get your pay to -morrow morning for
tics days work. I'd like to keep you,
but it wouldn't da. I suppose I shall
loose Barker too. I'm sorry ; but, as
you aav, Mood's thicker than water. I
mutt support my nephew, though I'd
suspect hogs in the wrong{. (bine here
in the nm.n.iiii., as s'"on AS yuu *Co. me ;
but don't go to wort: "with Barker. This
is your last night in these works. Good
night.
Then the old man went out, an 1 eail
t,. Porker coldly :
'You needn't go to work tis -m orr.'w,
i I ,i..0 t let nay hands dictate to me. You
can get your pay at the opening hour,
Ye:i're discharged.'
ilea without waiting for the amazed
Barker, who was growing cooler, to say a
word, he sta... le out of the shop, his fare-
well words ringing in J•,hn'sears —"This
Iix a.,'s •'.,,' ,logy 1.1 th.,
CHAPTER V.
.•LIMRING AGAIN.
I'll see he
young days, he had Steve on his bgek
with a thump that he purposely made so
hard as nearly to kucsck .be breath out
of the other's hotly, all without giviug
the )iaglishman a charms to grasp hint.
Steve Barker lay still • moment, suit
then scrambled up, growling :
`Oonfouud you !'Tway s foul trick,
111 break your head for you.'
In another iustaat be was baiting 4
shower of blows on Armstrong, wb1
boated away, evading him, fur s few
steps and at Iasi seat in a "hut one,"
right on the mouth of Mr. Barker, who
went down slowly, with a dazed, silly
smile on his fece, and sat staring up at
his antagonist as if he slid not know what
was the matter.
Then John put out his hand and said,
in a quiet matter-of-fact way :
'There, I've downed ye twice. Noe
come home with same and get yer face
sashed. No hard teelin's, I hope ?'
Steve got slowly up. The sullenness
had gone from his face, the ugh he was
bleeding profusely from the nose and
mouth, hut his voioe was quite gad -
humored as he said :
'You're a good 'un. By crikey, you're
a better man than Steve Barker, and I
know when I've got enough. I 11 come
home with you. Odds hot that smack
made me see stars !'
He seemed to be perfectly reconciled
at going without his liquor. The sud-
den stunning blow had given just the
heeded shock to his nervous system, and
disposed him to seek quiet. John took
him to the next hydrant, where he wash-
ed the blood off his face, and discovered
a nose and lip puffed into very unsightly
proportions ; but it was with a perfectly
sober, good-humored face that he went
up to his room again and tossed his wife
the purse, saying :
`There lass, there ! I' to thought bet-
ter on't, John and me will go to work at
Vulcan Works to -morrow, please the
pigs. Where's my pipe ? Smoke John,
will you 7'
'No,' answered Armstrong. 'I've got
to sweep up the shop yet, Steve, and the
watchman will be waitin'. Good; night
to ye.'
And he went away to his task, feeling,
within himself a sense of satisfaction
that broke out in works, as he said :
'Ain't it different,•fightin' a man as is
a man, and a mean me 1 Steve's a good
feller, if be is • Britisher. Darn my
skin if I theught they had Bich stuffin'ern
Not a particle of malice, and a good
father when he is sober. Guess I kin
get him to take the p'elee afore I've
done.'
Then he set to work at the shop with
Sheppard, and it was only eight o'clock
when they got through sweeping.
John laid down his shovel and l ok,d
round the vast shop with a sigh.
'Ain't it a pity r he said to Sheppard
'Here we've got the work down to a fine
point, and I've got to leave. I kinder
hate to do it. Got to like the old place
though I ve only been here two days
But 'taint n, use cryiu' over silt milk.
Lucky I kin aleep in the office, if 'tis the
last night. Tell ye what, Sheppard
Boas btryker's a man all over, he is.'
And, as Sheppard offered rude cons„
latiou, he stopped biro with :
'Never mind. No use tannin'. Had
to be done. Knew it when I hit the
boy. Reckon I won't have to ti ht n.
more. Hope so, anyway. Good -night.
And the simple-minded fellow seag
asleep before five minutes had pissed,
white Sheppard began his patrol of the
sh..p.
it was early morning when John woke
up and went round to ,Ste: a Barker's
tenement, where he found Dln. Phcehe,
radiant as the day, ' at work getting,
breakfast, while Steve still slept.
She greeted him with a senile and
wriispered, iuintipg to Steve :
'Never wan a better nein when he's
sober, Mr. Armstrong. The children
were frightened to death at first ; bet he
put 'ern to bed himself, and if I say it as
shouldn't say it, never was a better hus-
band than I've got.'
Then they had breakfast, and John
and Steve went back to the works as the
seven o'clock whistle blew, to fin i Mr.
Stryker walking •lout as usual •rang
the men, his keen eye everywhere, say-
ing little, but with a word din time for
every one.
As soon as he sew them he went to
the office, and they followed hien there,
where they found him with "the ply -roll
open before him.
• He nodded to them, anti said to
gemul d . 1 1 It w.is with heavy hearts and sober says he. I'd like him to know I'm as
enuugii of 'rot—eon?'
:nn 8111 •
in, slowly, 'there
••itt us, as i knows
ilii.t' to let your
• i a.. I'm
11'e•!L returned .1
ain't n . hart fee's
on, and if se be v
lady Iii' in tela for '
face. t!t.tt John Ativatron, and Steve
1 Barlow wentted their way from the shop
th it night to ge to supper. Barker had
not expected to be taken at his wont ivy
{ pro aptly, and ho imx-1 not been given t1
to
to pay for it, if • .1. •.'t give me coy last upioortunity for a quarrel. Mr.
welkin' ticket too) C'r ker hs 1 di.. harged hien quietly.
'They won't cine y• i y'a'rd walking T :e feelings that comes over a work -
ticket.' returned Stere, .;oruftrlIv. man SU l lenly cat off from work, with a
.The old n*n knows when he's g'•' Come, i never seen the En;glisher 'tad
f am:!y • n '.tis heti la, is not x pl*nnt wras::e a .ids -holt yet
goad hand. He won't 'et you go, never .,;,.., ;: , 1 Parker looked gloomily and re -
fear. if ho di,), I'll g . with yen. A yengwf,::.,s ' . slouched h»ntewanl. He He had struck the right rnr.1 ;for r
good riveter needn't long for work now.' • was a acral 4i•ecimen if the improvident gin 'lutorted Seo e s surly face. Lite
John fait comforted at this, and Stere artisan, who lives freely and never he. "ea"y •nothor ,osteo, devoid of 4414011(14144
then went to hargaining with hint fur the any money saved. He said nothine all an'l "'ental resources, he knew of n.) way
price of his board, in a sexy that ehowe•1 the way home, but showe,l John, with a eoiscep,e ugly thought. ►..,t else bottle.
how money as. uppermost in the En_- sort of surly virility, to the hospitalities He had flown there f•.r excitement;
and
'Lehman s mind at the moment. , f his h•tusr, which was only a er.wded here aunt limit her (erns of racite,,00' t.
By the time they had settlel it to mn- tele/meet, where Mrs. Bolter lived, with els positively laughed out, as be cried:
foal satisfaction, the bell rang, and wee* f•'or children. But if Steve was surly,
ygeoetb ! Y"u ' Why, man. i'11 d.t't
began again, when the tea., wen; to their Ph•e`e, his wife. was •neat, cheerful �
*11 niTht, catch .s. -catch servo G.nme !'
Wit with such viz •r th it, when th.' sit Englishwoman, who welter:nest John I And without more ado he ran rt John,
o'clock whistle Mew. Staye cried o t' : heirtily, end male hien sit gown to. a with the intent .4 cashing '.i.., Iry sat -
'A go 41 day's word, •a".r all, mete. t ,'l,. ,1 if al no 1 ith••!evome slipper at which 1 Wiie .11,1 thn.wing Mot.
tad y , we'd do it. roamalong Dow, ens the "lily silent member. Bet J,.ha Armstrong was quicker thaw
sirl women '11 give yna a real John watched him closely to see how 1 his burly oppowent, mad steppwl 1.. oche
o)d enentry mayor. None o; their Yen- he t,elsavetl to the children. and his eye 14414 avuidiot the rash with prautise"
ke.'flsine,' se they call them ' hoghteied when he saw that the little I eas. ; tom. teking the iwiliNive with a
Tbe booms w gots t • tee nes i•t said
good a man as him or you !'
He was evidently trying to work him
self into a passion ; but John Lolly
said:
'In course ye sae. 11.11.., said ye waru't1
Tell ye what i'll do with ye, Steve. i'll
wive ye a wrestle for that purse. If I
throw ye, square, yell go home with me.
rheir I ft) .•r, ion o did n..t peeular throw hu .141 isrreed 11 h:
'Where did yuu learn to write 1'
'At Painted Post, sir," returned John,
with %outs pride. 'We had a tint rate
writin'-teaoher indistrick school Thank
ye, sir. That'. right.'
And he pocketed his money with a
slight sigh, when Mr. Stryker said in an
WI/farad sort of w sy :
' Alt, ley'tbe-bye, when d» you; think
of Reins .bow, Arms_rong r
'I don't k now, sir,' returned John,
frankly. •$te►e, here, and m., we
'lowed we'd try the Vulcan work.. I
don't know rightly where they he air,
but Steve knows, I reckon.'
Mr. Stryker nodded, end drummed on
the table in an absent bort of way for
several seconds, till he said :
Tam sorry I've got to discharge yuu.
I never said as touch to • han 1 before,
'eat 1 mean it. 1'd like to take you
back, but it can't be done. Yoe know
that, Armstrong. Hush, don't speak.
%Nell, you'll used a line to the manager
of the works 1 may as well tell you I
went to set Mrs. Morton last night. I
found out the whole story from her, and
1 want to say to you, Armstrong, that I
think you acted right all through. I
honor and respect you. I hope yuu'1I
shake hands at parting and take tnis
note from me to Mr. Handy, the man-
ager of the Vulcan Company. It will
get you work. Good-bye.'
He held out his hand to John, whu
flushed up to the temples, and could
hardly speak as he took the letter. But
he managed to say :
"Thank you kindly, sir. Good-bye."
Then they went out of the office.
Steve Barker looked unusually quiet and
thoughtful as they passed through the
shop among the workmen, who stared at
them in surprise ; and in • little while
more they were in the street, wending
their way to the Vulcan Iron Works,
about six blocks off, John with the letter
fast iu his hard, addressed t0 'Mr. Abel
Handy, manager Vulcan Iron Works.'
As they neared the works, Steve said,
in a low tone :
'Boas Stryker's what I call a real gem -
man, after all.'
'And I guess there ain't no hotter,'
his companion replied. 'But here's the
works. I feel we're goin' to get a good
job here.'
Steve :
'You"v two fill clays. Here's the
money. Sign the roll and take it.'
Steve tamed a little red and tonic up
the Ian awkardly, asking :
' W here trust I sign, sir r
Mr Stryker showed him, awl Stere
looked still more awkward.
'Do•n't see the name, sir- i non'[
write. The clerk always writ it.'
Mr. Stryker gave him a sharp glance
and .note nie name, when the Enelich
workman affized hie ,nark.
John then mime forward, when the old
Wet asked, dryly
'Cut you write r
'Reckon so, sir. Not to say like a
bort -beeper, but 'nef to sign.'
Atd he wrote hie name in s style
wllishs mwsd old Stryker to lift hie eye.
brews and ohaerve
tinned s got enough is this oast. Besides.
I never drip; t t . , ;'i ( It u o t
objections 1.. g , t:.1 fad.; it it c a•errty
gents.'
And at the sa.a 'u. stnant he whimper•
ed to titers, who was {nalined to rise :
'Don't ye do It. 'Tu a tarnatissts
rule. Let 'ere drink alone, teed.
feel kinder 'shamed no l
Which a;a t!Iy time 1 out b, be the 1
1
case, whets the work.asa ?quad that they
omuld nut quarrel with the naw -comers,
but had t•, drill': their beer.
fit the dinner hnsr passed over, and
just before it ci 'ao l Birth said in a startl-
ed kind of war :
CHAPTER VI.
Tilt SECOND ROUND.
•
, nes G,tulet Eyes.
What is thunder's up?'
Tiey looked round, and there was Mr.
Ab. -1 Haudy walking rapidly through
xenon; the idly machines, glancing to
right and left with the eye of a hawk,
and c ,ming straight towards the place of
the riveters.
11'heu he arrived there he cast a sharp
leek all around him, and he .poke to
Birch its a stern, quick way :
'How many men have you gut on r
'Nine, sir,' replied Birch, in a manner
as obte pious as it was possible to make
it. 'We're rather short handed, sir.'
The manager frowned.
'I should say you were. I promised
thatboiler for the yacht to -morrow night,
and it's hardly begun. What does this
mean 1 You put on two men this morn-
ing. •What have they done 7 Where's
their w;.rk 1'
'Here, sir,' responded Birch, uervous-
iv, p,intinz to the new boiler. 'They
did pretty well for beginners'—
The
eginners—
The manager had been keenly eyeing
the boiler, cad interrupted him without
ceremony
'Show me the work of your senior pair.
Who are they i'
'Johnson and Creamer, sir.
'Well, where is it 1 asked Handy, as
sharply •as before ; and Birch, not being
able to collect his thoughts in time to lie,
pointed it out :
'There, sir. The other end.' .
Mr. Handy strode over, looked at the
work and cane back with his lips twitch-
ing nervously.
'Is this all they diol this morning r he
asked. 'It's net two-thirds of the other
men's work. Show me what the next
pair did. Who are they 1'
And so he went through the riveter's
department in tha keen, merciless way
which had earned him the title of 'Gim-
let Eyes,' the men looked scared, as well
they might, for they had all been skulk-
ing work for days and days; the manager
getting paler at each new discovery, his
Ups twitching. his eyes gleaming with
anger, til! at last he buret out into a
frightful imprec:a.ion, that one neve
would have expected from one of his
smooth and genteel appearance, and
shrieked out :
'I'll bounce the whole gang of you, by
all that'stmighty. Every mah Jack, but
tho two new men. It's enough to try
the patience .of a saint "
And fairly choking with passion, Ice
shook his fist at Birch, and strode off to
the office, just as the whistle blew for
work to !.e resumed
(ro et CONTINUED. j
Mr. Abel Handy proved to be a Tharp,
energetic man, with much more talk and
show about him than the plain old chief
of the Excelsior Works. He was the
superintendent for a corporation, instead
of an owner in person, which made a dif-
ference in his manners. He hal to please
the directors and stockholders, while
bullying his inferiors ; but he took great
pride in the works, which were far more
showy.than those of the Excelsior firm.
He glanced carelessly over Mr. Stry-
ker's note at first, but read it a second
time with more care, and at last rani, a
bell, winch called up a boy, to whom he
said : a
Wake these two men to Birch, fore-
man of the riveters. Tell him to put
then[ on at first-class work, to oblige Mr.
stryker, of the Excelsior, and report to
me in the evening.'
Then he nodded very saightly to the
omen whom he had not aldresse 1 in any
way, an l turned to his demi again, as if
too busy to do anything but write, while
Armstrong and Barker followed the boy
through a shop even larger than the Ex-
celsior, very neatiy arrange!, though
there did not appear to be so much work
doing. More than one machine was idle
and the workmni were taking their time
over their jobs in a way that had never
been seen in the Excelsior shop. John
and Steve were taken up to the foreman
of the riveters, a tidy 'nen, who had a
keen intelligent face, and a comfortable
well•toI air.
He looked at them rather supercilious
)y at first, but put them to work at once
on a new boiler, and before kng the two
frie:ols were clinching rivets in a style
that had never been seen before in the
Vulcan sho
When rhop. n,,,n whistle blew, an 1 the
new -comers threw down their hammers,
Birch came to tl: rag, and said, in a sort
of bantering way :
'I suppose you fellows are going to wet
your names on the pay -roll 7 You know
that's the rule of the shin.'
"Twarn't so in the 'Selstnr,' dryly re-
plied Steve Barker, looking grim.
•
$elsior be hange 1 !' retorted Birch.
'They don't know how to do thing in
that dog -hole. 1Ve treat mets like men
here, and those that don't like it are
quite welcome to quit. You're English,
ain't you 1 Well you know the rules.'
Stere unwillingly west down into his
p'ic'kets, growling:
'Well, if 1 mast, I must, 1 s'p.ae.
John Armstrong made no difficulty
*beat his share of the tax fee he knew
the omnipotence of custom. New -com-
ers heel to Inset the men in their part of
the shook, ur take the onnsequence in tll-
wi!'. 4.. the twn contributed to th. fund
.14sed Istrwlwetl.a.
J. liennedr,a merchant in Dixie,about
three years ego introduced Hagysrd's
Pectoral Balsam to his customers by try-
ing it in his own family for Coughs and
C .ids. Being pleased with results large
sales followed, and it is now the favorite
remc ly in that neiehhorho od. 2
They all tell the same story. W.
Thompson, jeweler, Delhi, suffered for
years from Dyspepsia, got no relief until
he used Dr. Carson's Stomach Bitten.
He says it'was just the medicine I need-
ed. It hits cured me.
Says Dryden
"She known her roan, and when you rant
and swear.
Can draw you be her with a siu:'ie hair.
But it must be beautiful hair to have
such power ; and be autiful hair an be
ensure:l by the use of C11ro*Lsab Hare
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2m
Tate 4realesf wear[sit f.nnp.ua/
is a preparation of carbolic acid, vaael'tne
and cer:,te called McGregor tt Parke'a
Carb,tic Cerate. It wall cure any sore,
cut, barn ..r bruise when all ether pre-
parati•,ns fail. ('a11 at G. Rhynes drug
store. and get a package. 26 Dents is all
it coots. b
Ls.sead Sala.
CRIPTIR 1.
was taken rick a year ago
Wit\ buttes fiver.'
'My doctor prni ogoeed Ilia cured, but
I g••t sick again, with terrihie pains to
my back and sides, and I got mo bed that
C.—uld not more '
1 shrunk !
From 220 Ib. to 120 ! I had been
docI.rm_ for my Herr, but it did M so
g .,1. 1 ltd net expert to liveloowtlua
three months. 1 began to ase trap Bit-
ten Ihrect:y my a' petite rsIelwei,oy
Bit -
pants left me, my entire tm►.tem tr' J
renewed ss if by magic, and after ad
mineral bottles i an. not only as sound
es a r,rereign, but weigh more than i
did before. To Hop Bitters i owe my
lite. " R. Ff?sr•TUC=.
for +seer, although they uld ill atTerd I Dahill) Jere d, '01.
i! coHow Ort, titer Selo—. — sRpoam tonsil
day and night ; eat too mesh witbetNoa.
But when the beer cams in, and Birch orogen ; work too herd without not ;am
hediomrd to them t, join in drinking, tot all the time : take .11 the tells tial•
Aem.te"ng shook his :..w s,nilingly, nota advrrtt•rd, and then you will want
'No,t'�a c ye, gents. I ain't thirst 4t know three
to Tort wdl b, H i• 11 i.
y mend In these word. bake Bop �.
for nae;ht but cold tea : and me [tad my urs!
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