The Parson O' Dumford Part 21
You’re reading novel The Parson O' Dumford Part 21 online at LightNovelFree.com. Please use the follow button to get notification about the latest chapter next time when you visit LightNovelFree.com. Use F11 button to read novel in full-screen(PC only). Drop by anytime you want to read free – fast – latest novel. It’s great if you could leave a comment, share your opinion about the new chapters, new novel with others on the internet. We’ll do our best to bring you the finest, latest novel everyday. Enjoy!
"Certainly I'll come up, if I can be of any use."
"Pray get in then," said Mrs Glaire, and the springs of the little vehicle went down as the vicar stepped in, while, during the minute or two that ensued, as Mrs Glaire drove up to the foundry, she told him that the works had not been opened till mid-day, when it had been agreed upon by her son--at her wish--that he would receive some of the workmen at the counting-house, and try to make some arrangement about terms.
"I went to the works, too," she said, "not to interfere, but to try and be ready to heal any breach that might arise. Of course I called in as if by accident, as I was going for a drive."
"And has anything occurred?" said the vicar.
"No; but I was afraid, for Richard is very impetuous, and I thought as-- as you saw what you did yesterday--"
"My dear Mrs Glaire, pray always look upon me as an old friend, who has your welfare and that of the people thoroughly at heart. Oh, here we are."
His remarks were cut short by the pony turning sharply in at the great gates, as if quite accustomed to the place, and as the men, who were pretty thick in the yard, made way, some of them roughly saluting the occupants of the chaise, the pony stopped of its own accord in front of the counting-house.
The vicar sprang out and helped Mrs Glaire to alight, following her into the building, where Richard was sitting, looking very sulky, at the head of a table, and about a dozen of the men were present, Simeon Slee being in the front rank.
"It's going agen my advice, Mester Richard Glaire," he was saying. "If the men did as I advise, they'd stand out, but I'm not the man to stand in the way of a peaceable settlement, and as you've come to your senses, why I agree."
"I didn't agree for you to come to the works, Slee," said Richard, sharply.
"Yes, yes, yes," chorused half-a-dozen voices; "all or none, Maister.
All or none."
"I can stand out," said Sim, loftily. "I can afford to be made a martyr and a scapegoat, and bear the burthen. I don't want to come back to work."
"And I don't want and don't mean to have you," said Richard, hotly. "I sent to you all this morning, forgiving the brutal treatment I met with yesterday--"
"Your own fault," said a voice. "Howd thee tongue, theer," said one of the men, who seemed to take a leading part. "Bygones is bygones. You sent for us, Maister Richard, and we've come. You says, says you, for the sake o' peace and quiet you'd put wage where it were, and you've done it, but it must be all or none. Fair play's fair play, ain't it, parson?"
"Yes, yes, Richard, give way," whispered Mrs Glaire; and with an impatient stamp of his foot Richard Glaire gave his lip a gnaw, and exclaimed--
"There, very well; Slee can come back; but mind this, if he begins any of his games and speech-making in the works again, he goes at once."
"Oh, I can stay away," said Slee, in an injured tone; but his fellow-workmen held to his side, and, to Mrs Glaire's great relief, an amicable settlement was arrived at, and the men were about to go, when Banks, the old foreman, burst into the place in a towering pa.s.sion.
"Howd hard theer," he roared, looking fiercely round. "You're a pretty set o' cowardly shacks, you are. Do you call that a fighting fair?"
"What is it, Banks?" exclaimed Richard, starting.
"Don't make no terms wi' 'em at all, for they wean't keep to 'em, the blackguards."
"But what is it?" cried Richard, impatiently.
"What is it? What is it, Missus Glaire? Why, I was watching here mysen till nine o'clock, and left all safe."
"Well?" cried Richard, turning pale.
"Look here, Joe Banks," cried the man who had been speaking before; "tak' it a bit easy, theer. None o' us ain't done nowt, ha'e we, lads?"
"No," was chorused, Sim Slee's voice being the loudest.
"Done nowt!" roared Banks, like an angry lion. "D'yer call it nowt to steal into a man's place, and coot and carry off every band in t' whole works?"
"Have they--have they done that, Banks?" cried Richard.
"Have they?" roared the foreman; "ask the sneaking cowards."
"No, no, we hain't," cried the leader, bringing his hand down on the table with a thump. "It's a loi, ain't it, lads--a loi?"
"Yes," was chorused; "we ain't done nowt o' t' sort."
"Then who did it?" cried Banks; and there was a silence.
"Look here," cried Richard, who had been brought very unwillingly to this concession by Mrs Glaire, and gladly hailed an excuse for evading it. "Look here, Banks, are all those wheel-bands destroyed?"
"Ivery one of 'em," said Banks.
"Then I'll make no agreement," cried Richard, in a rage. "You may strike, and I'll strike. It's my turn now--be quiet, mother, I'm master here," he cried, as Mrs Glaire tried to check him. "I won't have my property destroyed, and then find work for a pack of lazy, treacherous scoundrels. There's a hundred pounds' worth of my property taken away.
Make it up, and put it back, and then perhaps I'll talk to you."
"But I tell you, Mester, it's none o' us," cried the leader.
"None of you!" sneered Richard. "Why, the bands are gone, and I'm to give way, and pay better, and feed you and yours, and be trampled upon.
Be off, all of you; go and strike, and starve, till you come humbly on your knees and beg for work."
"Had you not better try and find out the offender, Mr Glaire?"
interposed the vicar, who saw the men's lowering looks. "Don't punish the innocent with the guilty."
"Well spoke, parson," cried a voice.
"You mind your own business, sir," shouted Richard. "I know how to deal with my own workmen. You struck for wages, and you a.s.saulted me. I'll strike now, you cowards, for I'll lock you out. The furnaces are cold; let them stop cold, for I'll lose thousands before I'll give in. I'll make an example of you all."
"You'll repent this, Mester Richard Glaire," shouted Slee.
"I'll repent when I see you in gaol, you mouthing demagogue!" cried Richard. "Now, get off my premises, all of you, for I'll hold no more intercourse with any of the lot."
"But I tell you, Mester," said the leader, a short, honest-looking fellow, "it's--"
"Be off, I tell you!" shouted Richard. "Where are my bands?"
The man wiped his forehead, and looked at his companions, who one and all looked from one to another, and then, as if feeling that there was a guilty man amongst them--one who had, as it were, cut the ground from beneath their feet--they slowly backed out, increasing their pace though, towards the last, as if each one was afraid of being left.
"Go after them, Banks, and see them off the premises," said Richard, with a triumphant look in his eye. "Let's see who'll be master now."
The foreman went after the deputation, and there was a low murmuring in the yard, but the men all went off quietly, and the great gates were heard to clang to.
"Oh, Richard, my boy," said Mrs Glaire, "I'm afraid you've made matters worse."
"I'll see about that," said Richard, rubbing his hands, and giving a look askant at the vicar, who stood perfectly silent. "They'll be down on their knees before the week's out, as soon as the cupboard begins to be nipped. Are they all gone, Banks?"
The Parson O' Dumford Part 21
You're reading novel The Parson O' Dumford Part 21 online at LightNovelFree.com. You can use the follow function to bookmark your favorite novel ( Only for registered users ). If you find any errors ( broken links, can't load photos, etc.. ), Please let us know so we can fix it as soon as possible. And when you start a conversation or debate about a certain topic with other people, please do not offend them just because you don't like their opinions.
The Parson O' Dumford Part 21 summary
You're reading The Parson O' Dumford Part 21. This novel has been translated by Updating. Author: George Manville Fenn already has 400 views.
It's great if you read and follow any novel on our website. We promise you that we'll bring you the latest, hottest novel everyday and FREE.
LightNovelFree.com is a most smartest website for reading novel online, it can automatic resize images to fit your pc screen, even on your mobile. Experience now by using your smartphone and access to LightNovelFree.com
- Related chapter:
- The Parson O' Dumford Part 20
- The Parson O' Dumford Part 22