The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1869-07-10
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PUT YOURSELF IN HIS PLACE.
BY CHARLES RRADE.

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You are mistaken, sir,' replied Mr.
Cheetham, In exactly the same tone
mo stranger could have OWNED the
speakers were master and man. "He
has vitiated his contract by publicly
refusing to do his work. He'll gel
nothing from me but his wages up to
noon this day. Bot you can have 8
weeks warning, il you want it,
Nay, SIR I've naught against you
for my part. But they say it will come
to that, if you don't turn Little up
why, what's his fault? Come now
you are man. Speak up
Nay, I've no quarrel with the man.
But he isn't straight with the trads.'
That is the secretaries fault, not
I've brought a new trade in, that hurts
no old trade, and will spread, and bring
money into the town.
we are not 80 - soft as to swallow
that, said the bleated smith. 'Thou's
just come T. Hillsborough to learn forg-
ing, and when thou'st mastered that,
of to London, and take thy - trade
with thee.'
Henry colored to the brow at the in
ferior Workman's vanity and its en-
comitant detraction. But he governed
himself by a mighty effort, and said,
'Oh, that's your grievance now, Is III
Mr.. Cheetham-sir-will You ask some
! Ee6p6CLAU16 RIluue1 W oAhL4AA0 LAono
blades of miner
Certainly. You are right, Little.
The man to judge forger's work Is q
grinder, and not another forger. Rey-
mold, just look at them, will yer
A wet grinder, OF thoroughly differ
ent type and race from the greyhound,
stepped forward. He was thickset In
manly countenance. He examined the
blades carefully, and with great in
terest.
WELL said Henry. were they forged
by a smith, or n novice that Is come
here to learn anvil work.
Reynolds did not reply to him, nor to
Mr.. Cheetham; he turned to the men:
Mates, Pm noane good at lying. Hand
that forged these has nought to learn In
Hillsbro', nor any other shop
Thank you, Mr.. Reynolds;' said
Henry, in a choking voice; that Is the
first CLEAN OF justice that T. He
| could say no more.
Come, don't you turn soft for word
or two said Cheetham. You'll wear
all this out in time. 90 to the Office.
I have something to say to you.'
The something was soon said. 1t
amounted to this-'Stand by me, and
I'll stand by you
well, sir,' said Henry, Il think
must leave you II the committees re-
fuse my offer. It is hard for one man
to fight couple OF trades In such
place as this. But Pm firm in one
thing; until those that govern the
unions say Mo- to my offer, shall go
on working, and the scum of the trades
shan't frighten me away from my
forge ,.
buster. Bayne tells me you have had
another anonymous
Yes, SIR
OF yourself outside the works; but I'll
take care of you inside. Here, Bayne,
write notice that, If any man molests,
intimidates, or atfronts Mr.. Little, in
my WORKS, I'll take him myself to the
town hall, and get him two months di-
put printed copy of that into every
mans hand as he leaves
THANK you, sirl said Henry, warm.
ly. But ought not the police TO afford
me protection, outsider
'The police You might as we'll go to
the beadle. No: change your lodging,
II you think they know 1t. Don't let
them track you home. Buy a brace Of
pistols, and. if they catch you In dark
place, and try to do you, give them
barrel or two before they can strike
blow. Not one of them will ever tell
the police, not II you shot his own
brother dead at that game. The law Is
to expect from 1t, and nothing to fear
Good HeavensI Am in England p
'In England No. You are in Hills
borough
This epigram put Cheetham in
good humor with himself, and when
Henry told him he did not feel quite
safe, even in his own forge, nor in his
handling room, and gave his reasons,
on said cheerful Cheetham, that Is
nothing. Yours is box-lock; the
blacks guard will have hid in the works
at night, and taken the lock of, left his
writing, and then screwed the lock on
again; that rs nothing to any H1llsbor-
ough hand. But I'll soon stop that
game. Go you to Chestnut street, and
get two first-class Bramah locks.
There's a pocket. knife forge up stairs.
close to your handling room. I'll send
the pocket-knife hand down stairs, and
you fasten the Bramah locks on both
doors, and keep the keys yourself See
to that now at once, then your mind
will be easy. And [ shall be In the
works all day now, and every day;
come to me directly, II there Is anything
freBh.'
Henry's forge was cold by this time
so he struck work, and spent the after
noon in securing his two rooms with
the Bramah locks. He also took Cheet-
hams advice in another particular.
Instead of walking home, he took
cab, and got the man to drive rapidly
to a certain alley. There he left the
cab, ran down the alley, and turned a
corner, and went home roundabout.
He doubled like a hare, and lodged
like criminal evRding justice.
But the next morning he felt pleas.
ing sense OF security when he opened
his forge.rOom with the Braham key,
and found no letters nor threats oil any
kind had been able to penetrate.
Moreover, all this time you will un-
derstand he was visiting WoOdbine
Cottage twice week, and carving
Grace Gardens bust.
Those delightful hours did much to
compensate him for his troubles in the
town, and were even OF some service to
him in training him to fence with the
trades of Hillsborough: for at Wood
bine Villa he had to keep an ardent
passion within the strict bounds OF
reverence, and In the town he had con-
stantly to curb another passion, wrath,
and keep it within the bounds OF pru~
dence, These were kindred exercises
of self-restraiHt, and taught him self
Government beyond his years. But
what he benefited most by, after all,
was the direct and calming effect upon
his agitated heart, and irrItated nerves,
that preceded, and accompanied, and
followed these sweet, tranquilliztng
! visits. They were soft, solacing, and
| soothing; they were periodical, and GER
tain. He could count on leaving his
cares, and worries, twice every week,
at the door of that dear villa; and,
when he took them up again, they were
no longer the same; heavenly balm had
been shed over them, and over his boil
Ing blood.