The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1881-07-30

clothes Steve recognized that refine
ment that comes with education and
when his new friend called upon him
at the Queens hotel, he would not
have been ashamed of disappearance,
even in the most fastidious days.
MT Dalrymple, am glad to see
you" SAID Steve. holding out both
hands to him.
II thought you would he, sir. 1t
is not often / make mistakes in nay
likings. l will go with you now to
see my fathers works, if it suits
you"
Never had such a place entered
Stephen GaskiIl's conception the i'm
mense furnaces, the hundreds of
giants working around them, the
clang of machinery, the mighty
struggle of mind with matter. He
senYieas those cxcl opsi In their leathern
f-niSsk ana siDf0fis' ne ioffg TO Iift
their heavy hammers. He looked
upon the craftsmen with their bare,
brawny arms and blackened hands,
and felt his heart glow with admira-
ton when he saw the mighty works
those hands had fashioned. The tears
were in his eyes when Dalrymple
and he parted at the gate of the great
Walled-in yard.
"Thank YOU" he said, "you have
done me the greatest possible service.
| shall remember it,"
That night Steve formed a strange
but noble resolution. First of all he
devoted himsefto his wIfes 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 long confidential talk with the
owner of the Dalrymple iron and ma
chine works, the result of which was
the following letter TO Mrs Gaskll !:
MY DEAR WIFE: 1 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 toolong upon your boun-
ty, 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 man ofmyself.
When | am worthy to be your hus-
band you will respect me, and until
then think as kindly as possible OF
STEPHEN CASKILL.
The letter struck tie FIRST noble
chord in Elizabeth's heart. From
that hour not even her favorite maid
dared to make little compassionate
sneers at "poor master"
Steve in leather apron and course
working clothes, began laborious,
happy days, which brought him
nights ofsweetestsleep; and Elizabeth
began a series of letters to her hus-
band, which gradually grew more
lmbued with tender interest and re-
spet. In few weeks she visited him
OF her own free will, and purposely
going the works. saw her selfbanish-
ed lord welding a ponderous ham
mer upon bar of white hot iron.
Swarthy, bare-armed, clothed in
leather, he had never looked so hand
some 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 deserved it. He wrought faith
fully out of his two years service,
cheered by his wife's letters and yis-
its, and when he came out of the
Dalrymple works there was no more
finished iron master than he.
He held his head frankly up now
and looked fortune boldly in the face /;
he could earn his own living any,
where, and, better than all, he had
conquered his wite-Won her esteem,
and compelled her to acknowledge
| physical strength and moral purpose
greater that her own.
Between Leeds and Braithwaite
Hall there haye been for many years
gigantic iron orks. The mills and
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them we'll their work is famous for
its excellence, for the master is a
practical machinist and over-looks
every detail. The profits are enor-
nous, and Stephen Caskill, their
proprietor, is also the well-beloved
and respected master of Braithwaite
Hall.
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