Fort Worth daily gazette. (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1889-07-21

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looking for these ten years. Wen have a
proper contract drawn up and signed.
Get it done, Gray. And you, sir, you
had better go round the place, pick out
shop and get to work.
eyes, sir, cried Martin eagerly.
'fWhen may begin?''
Begin? Now, at once. Never pro-
crastinate; we may be dead Tomorrow. -
Martin felt giddy; a strange emotion
seeked to choke him, and be turned to
the window for a minute, while his new
friend nodded TO himself and gave the
manager few orders, so as to enable
the young man to recover himself.
This he did directly, and with quiet.
gentlemanly ease, said;
81 presume have been talking to Mr..
swift?''
eyes, Mr.. Gunnen and Swift, Mr.
Mr.. Pr
Dene-Martin Dene, SIR
'Then shake hands, Dene. Act like
a man to me, and l IN your staunch
friend. Trick me or play with me, and
you shan t IL the whole course of your
life make q bItterer enemy than you will
have made of Robert Swift.
''Yes-yes, my dears, come in, - cried
the manufacturer beaming; and as the
the carriage entered, he said quickly,
My daughter and her cousin. Dinah,
my dear, this is my new experimental
assistant, Mr.. Martin Dene.
CHAPTER III.
IN DEADLY PERIL.
The stranger to Ferfield turned and
took another and another look at the
bonnie faces before him, and then con-
sciOuS that he was now acting rudely, he
turned to find the managers eyes were
fixed upon him in way which held his
own; and like a dash Of bitter in the cup
of delight, he felt that he had made an
enemy Of this man, and that, in spite of
his declaration TO the contrary he, Mar
tin Dene, might make a far worse enemy
than the irOnmaster, who would be
frank, hard hitting and open, whereas,
he might make an enemy who would
strike behind his back.
Gwen, girls, - cried the Lironmaster,
back again?'
eyes, papa. I've taken Meta all
amongst the hammers and FORCES, but
we haven t seen the rolling mills
"And she doesu t want to see them,
Ell, my dear?'
ooh yes, please uncle" cried the
second girl.
"NOnsense! What do you girls want
noise?'' said the ironmaster banteringly.
"But you promised me, uncle. -
eyes, but that was after dinner, and
m not TO be trusted then.
"Don't you mind WHAT he says,
Meta, said Dinah merrily. "Papa
never breaks his word. -
"Hear that, Mr.. Dene? You see what
it is to have good character. Well, I
honestly wish you girls would not come
down here amongst our smoke and noise;
but l suppose you must go round. There,
III go with you. And, Mr.. Dene, You
may as well come, too, and we can select
place. Go on girls, we are coming. -
Martin took a step forward to open the
door for the ladies to pass, but he was
too late; the manager was before him,
smiling meaningly at the elder girl as
she passed out.
Gunnell and Swift Ioticed it and
frowned slightly.
Here, he said sharply "Mr.
Dene, you two had better shake hands.
1 like all my human machinery to work
easily together. There seemed to be bit
of grit in the wheel as L came in. That's
gone now.
MdEIlu IJGnS lTdUkIY H0lU OuC HIS ndDO
to the manager, who smiled as he placed
his own in the grip, but TO the former it
felt cold and damp, and decidedly so un-
pleasant that he was glad to be free of
its pressure, and to follow his future en-
ployer out into the yard.
81 An old idOt!'' muttered the man
ager, as he stood back in the office
watching the party crossing the yard
" Ready to jump at any glittering bait. -
He stood there hesitating for few
moments, and then, catching up his hat
he hurried out of the Office and across the
great yard, so as to reach the works
about fifty yards lower down than the
point for which the other party made.
A walk through the building whose
open iron rafters were nearly hidden III
smoke, which famed from time to time
as some mass of incandescent iron was
dragged by Cyclopean tongs from daZ-
cling furnace, to be borne on an iron
truck to the Nasmyth hammer, which
rained upon it series of mighty blows,
beating it into a shape sufficiently small
to enable it to pass through grOoved roll
ers, which reduced it in size as the bril-
liant scarlet-red of heat grew dull, then
purple, then black, to places were bars
of sparkling iron were run through small
er rollers, and made into wire, which
twisted and turned on the iron floor like
snakes, whose bite would have been a
terrible burn. Then to workshops
where huge plates of iron were being
planed, and a mighty engine was taking
off shavlngs of shining metal, which fell
in lustrious rigjdscurls, and added to the
heap beneath, and all looking light and
but heavy, hard, and cutting
to the touch.
After time Gabriel Gray, the man
ager, joined them, all smiles and good
humOr, eager to explain to the ladies, TO
look up specimens-of the work, and ask
the men TO show sonic specimens of their
labor; while the owner of the vast works
looked on approvfngly as he saw the
eager enjoyment of his child and niece,
while his new protege, Martin Dene,
walked with him, silent and reserved,
ana half wondering, in the presence of
Dinah Swift, whether it was not some
bright dream from which he must soon
awaken.
'There, I think that will do now"
said the ironmaster.
'Oh, no. papa, we haven It seen the
lathes and the wheels. -