The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1881-05-07

banker managed all her Investments:
! her park and farm and gardens were all
under the care of old and experienced
servants, who looked upon Steve merely
as Z" Missiles husband.
In the second year Of his marriage he
beganto have some thoughts which would
have astonished his wife could she have
thought it worth while to inquire what
occupied his mind in the long hours when
he paced the shrubbery, or sat silently
looking out of the window. But Steve
was now ready for any employment that
would take him out of the purposely de-
pendent life which he had so foolishly
chosen for himself
One day, greatly to his surprise, Eliza
beth said to him:
Steve, L have a letter from q cousin
of mothers, who lives in Glasgow. She
is going to Australia and wants me to
buy her house. She says it is a great
bargain, and [ wrote to Barrett to go and
see about it. [ have a letter this morn
ing saying he is too i'll to leave his bed.
[ wonder if you could go to attend to it ?"
Anything for change. Steve showed
a very proper business-like interest, and
said:
eyes, would be very glad to CO."
Very well; should think you knew
enough of titles and deeds and convey
ancing and all thatsort of thing. | will
trust the affair to you, Steve"
so the next morning Steve found him
self on the Caledonia line, with 91OO
in his pocket, and valuable piece of
business on hand. The first twenty
miles out OF Leeds he enjoyed with all
the abandon of bird set free. Then he
began to think again. AT Crewe he
missed train and he wandered about
the station, fell in talking with the engi-
neer OF the next one who was cleaning
and examining the engine with all the love
and pride a mother gives her favorite
child.
The two men fraternized at once, and
Steve made a trip over the Caledonia line
In the engineers small cuddy. He was a
fine young fellow, zone OF seven," he
said, sail machinists and engineers" he
was only serving his time, learning every
branch of the business, practically; he
had brothers who made engines, and he
hoped to do SO sometime.
In spite of his s0iled face and oily
clothes, Steve racognized that refinement
that comes with education; and when
his new friends called upon him at the
Queens hotel, he would not be ashamed
OF his appearance, even III the most fas-
tldlOus days.
"Mr. Dalrymple, I am glad to see
you, said Steve, holding out both hands
to him.
" thought You would be, sir? It is
! not often l make mistakes in my likings.
| will go with you now to see my faith
er's works, if it suits you"
Never had such place entered Steph-
ell Gaskill's conception; the immense
furnaces, the hundreds of giants work
ing around them, the clang of ma
chinery, the mighty struggle of mind
with matter, of intellect over the rev.
| citation. He enyied those cyclops in
their leathern masks and aprons; he
longed to lift their heavy hammers.
He looked upon the craftsmen with
their bare, brawny arms and blackened
hands, and felt his heart glow with adj
miration 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 q 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 con-
fdential talk with the owner of the
Dalrymple iron and machine works,
the result of which was the following
letter to Mrs. Gaskill:
Ny DEAR WIFE: I shall not be at home again
for at least two years, for [ have begun an ap-
premiership to Dairymple as an iron-maeter. /
propose to learn the process practically. l have
lived too long upon your bounty, for I have
lost your esteem as well as my own, and do
not say hut that | have deserved the loss
Please God [ will redeem my wasted past and
with his help make a man of myself When [
am worthy to be your husband You viii respect
me, and until then think as kindly as possible
| OF STEPHEN GAsKILL.
! The letter struck the first noble chord
In Elizabeth's heart From that hour
not even her fayOrite maid dared to
make little compassionate sneers at
| "pOOr master"
Steve in leather apron and coarse
working clothes, began laborious. happy
/ days which brought him nights of
sweetest sleep; and Elizabeth began a
/ series of letters to her husband, which
! probably grew more imbued with the
tenderest interest and respect. In few
weeks she visited him Of her own free
will, and purpOsely going to the works,
/ sawher self banished lord welding pom
/ derOus hammer upon bar of white hot
/ iron.
Swarthy, bare-armed, clothed Ia leath-
/ er, 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 genH-
inc respect Steve deserved it. He
wrought faithfully out mis- two years ser
vice, cheered by his wife's letters and
visits, and when he came out of the Dal-
rymple works there was no moro finished
iron master than he.
He held his head frankly up now aud
looked fortune boldly in the face; he
could earu his own living anywhere, and
better than all he had conquered his
wfe-won her esteem, and compelled
her to acknowledge q physical staength
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 a practical machinist and over
looks every detail The Drofi4c GRO on