The Springdale news., 1889-02-22

people m his oudcst tones T have said the Corn Laws were repealed. Of course II will take some time 10 make this law, but the Government through Sir Robert Peel. has pledged itself and with the help of the free traders their bill can not be defeated. But, men what work is this for Enghshmeui Good times are never hasteued by such busi- ness IS thia Go home at once all of you, vou may have to answer for your cruel and wicked acton today Just as the work of our grand and glorious league is finished when our object is attained you throw this foul blot on the fair fame of the working men of England Go home. l say, at once and quietly. and lei those who are acquainted with the place do what they can fo stay fur. ther destruction Tom spoke as one hay ing authority. and no man or woman aH- swercd him il word One by one, q few al Il tune. the crowd slank silently away. untd. in half an hour, none were left but the cot tagers aud farmers Of the neIghborhDod. who dId their best 10 save what was moi al ready destroyed.
 Then for the first time Tom noticed George Foster standing by. "AhY, George The exclaimed, II was on my way to see you. expecting 10 find you in Yorkshire. | have good news for you Rachel is home aqaln, uuharmed Ola Teddy Hudson found her and brought her hack yesterday. To morrow we will go To Mill Hf together
 Together they helped to carry the dead man who had wrouged them in life to d humble cottage, where they saw him for the iHt time Then when the fire had spent itself they sat down to breakfast and re called together the history of tine past six weeks Tom explained that during stay he had recently made lu Sheffield be had rT~ If .f,.f.s thorpe should Sir James be elected. His obnoxious Winchester speech had made him very unpopular n the North. Still, as he was defeated at the polls, Tom had sup posed no such rash step would be taken, and had been surprised when from the railway tram he had viewed the flames which he knew well te proceed from Pcrcyalthorpe Knowing the strength of his influence as an agitator with the factory and mill hands, he had left the tram, borrowed A horse and galloped te the fire. The re s~ We have seen.
 
 The next evening Tom and George were at Mill Hi, and, gathered round the supper table, Was the same party we saw one happy sumner Sunday in years gone by Old Matthew Wilson was there, q day old convert to free trade He had been strong protectionist but he was a stronger Feelits and when the great Sir Robert stepped over the line the old farmer was not long ill following him The white hairs were beginning to find places in his oncc raven black hair, but as he sat in his armchair gently puflipg al "ehurchwardeua wife on one side and Tom on the other he looked what he was, far and square, happy and prosperous English yeoman
 George and Rachel sat together, the former listening to his sister she quietly told him The story of her Imprisonment at Dr Bleadems and the sad death of poor Lucy.
 i Apart from them all, perhaps the happest 1 in the party for the time beng, were Mir i Lawrence Loyejoy, NJ r for North Mid shire, and his ladY.ove, Maggie Wilson. We 1 will not attempt 10 guess what they were taking oft was of course very sweet and very confidential
 At last, when the large old clock almost pointed to midnight. Mr Wilson called Tor groe and glasses and suggested, in honor Of the family reunion, that they each propose a toast. to be drunk together Lifting his glass the former gave "Sir Robert Peel ' Richard Golden and John Brlght said Tom, who almost worshped those men. Teddy Hudson was George Wilson's i toast, while Loyejoy gave .Mr. and Mrs. i Wilson, God bless them
 
 Winter gave place 10 spring and spring to summer June ?, is46 came round, the day on which the biil for the repeal Of the Corn Laws became law. On that same day a quiet and long delayed wedding took place at the pretty church at Mi Hill. the bride groom being Mir Lawrence Loveioy, the celebrated political essayist and member of Parliament. and the bride, Matthew Wil= sons daughter Maggie In the evening of that day George Foster and his sister stepped aboard an outward bound vessel at Gravesend, and before the next sunset had taken their last laok al the white cliffs of old England.
 
 Over thirty years have passed away, and on the verandah of farm house Ill Western Canada sits sturdy old English settler. i smoking his evening cigar. Right before i him is Lake Huron, the crimson rays of the setting sun turning the waters into a sea of fire Between the lake and the house is an or,.bar,l t,-hara an aldartv hand some tVotn-