The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1881-08-03

"Mr, Dalrymple, am glad. TO see
you,' said Steve, holding out both
hands to him.
81 thought you would be, sir, 1t i,
not often make mistakes in nylik.
ings. Twill go with you now to see
my fathers works, if it suits You.
Never had such a place entered
Stephen Gaskill,s conception; the
immense furnaces, the hundreds Of
giants working around them, the
clang of machinery, the mighty
struggle Of mind, with matter He
envied those cyclops in their Heath
ern masks and aprons; he louged tc
lift their heavy hammers. He look,
edupon the craftsme n with their bare
brawns arms and blackened hands
am. felt his heart glow with admita
hen he sa " the inighty i@nfki
Fthos. 'hdnds had fashioned. The
tears were in his eyes when Dalrym.
pie and he parted at the gate of the
great walledin yard.
"Thank you," he said, "you have
done me the greatest possible service.
| shall remember it,"
That night Steve formed strange
but noble resolution. First of all, he
devoted himself to his wife's business,
and accomplished it in a manner
which elected Mr.. Barrett's warm
praise and made Elizabeth wonder
whether she might not spare her
agents fees for the future. Then he
had a long and confidential talk with
the owner of the Dalrymple iron and
machine works, the result of which
was the following letter to Mrs. Gas.
kill:
"MY DEAR WIFE: ! shall not be at
home again for at least two years, for
| have begun an apprenticeship to
Dalrymple as an iron master. / pro
pose to learn the process practically.
| have lived too long upon your
bounty, for | have lost your esteem
as well as my own, and | do not say
but that | have deserved the loss
Please God | will redeem my wasted
past, and with His help make a man
Of myself. When l am worthy to he
your husband you will respect me,
and until then think as kindly MS
possible of "STEpHEN GAsKILI.."
The letter struck the first noble
chord in Elizabeth's heart. From
that hour not even her favorite maid
dared to make little compassionate
sneers at ''loor raster"
Steye. in leather apron and coarse
working clothes, began laboriously,
happy days, which brought him
nights of sweet sleep; and Elizabeth
began series of letters to her hus-
band, which gradually grew more
imhued with tender interest and re-
spect. In few weeks she visited
him of her own free will, and pur-
posely going to the works, saw her
self-banished lord welding a ponder
ous hammer upon bar of white hot
iron.
Swarthy, bare armed, and clothed
in leather, he had never looked so
handsome in Elizabeth's eyes; and
her eyes revealed the fact TO Steve,
for in them was the tender light of
love founded upon genuine respect.
Steve Gesarvedit. He wrought faith
iully out his two years service, cheer.
ell by lis wife's letters and visits,
and wien he came ont of the Dal-
rynplc works there was no more fin
ished iron master than he.
He loll his head frankly up now
and locked fortune boldly in the face.
He could earn lis own living any.
where, and, better than all, be had
conquered his wife-won her esteem,
and compelled her to acknowledge a
physical strength and moral purpose
greater than her own.
Between Leeds and Braithwaite
Hall there have been for many years
gigantic iron works. The mills and
railways on the West Riding know
them we'll; their work is famous for
its excellence, for the master is q
practical machinist and overlooks
every detail. The profits are enorm.
Gus, and Stephen Gaskill, their pro.
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