Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1894-02-11

cheaper coal would answer the same
purpose as that they wers burning, and
so on. Always on the lookout for means
of econonizing, Mr.. Bell. Nevertheless
be gave Wright twopence for pint OF
ale when ne babe him "Good night IN
his friendly way. Wonderfully nice
old gentleman. At 6 o'clock the bell
rang, and all hands went away from
the pottery except Wright, whose turn
it was to keep the fires up till Stevens
came at 2 to relieve him.
About 7, Wright having coaled up
went to the side door in Ferry street TO
get breath of fresh air. While he was
standing there smoking half a pipe an
odd looking little fellow came up to
him and passed the time Oh day. de
had queer, monkeyish sort OF race,
with q short, bristly red beard, and he
wore fur cap.
"Is Mr.. Kavanagh in the works9" he
asked.
mo" answered Wright. "He went
away this afternoon and won't be back
till Monday"
"Can you tell me where might find
hlm?"
"You'l have to go to Betterford-
that's beyond Woking-to find him"
"Woking, that's long way. Are you
sure he is there?'
Certain, cause I had to post the let
ters to him there as they came In by the
last post"
This is very awkward. I'm rot-
ter, and counted on getting a bit OF
work."
You're Russian, amt you?"
Eyes. How do you know?"
because you talk like the parties
W no come 10 ask after Mr.. Taras."
"You work late here?" said the little
man after pause.
1--WE knock off at g. I'm here to fire
up. Fridays sailing day with US.
He had to explain the process OF salt
glazing before the foreigner UNDERSTOOD
this.
1--WE don't glaze like that in our
country, expect your kllns are quite
unlike ours. Have you any objection
to my looking at them?"
''Well," said Wright, after a little
hesitation. sits against the rules to let
strangers in, but as you're going to be
~ manu- III VIC WI No 0OA
Wright took him round the kiln and
showed him the fire holes; the foreigner
looking about, taking notice or every
thing with his round, deep sunk eyes;
then he led him up to the throwing
floor, where the foreigner was inter
ested In the potter's wheels and the
boards of clay jars set round the body
of the kiln to dry; taence Wright took
him ~ the steps onto the sailing door,
which is level with the dome of the
kilns. The huge kiln here begins to
taper into a funnel passing up
through the roof. In one side
is an opening about the height
Of a man and or feet wide,
and through this one sees, on a level
with the floor, the dome covering that
part of the kiln in which the pottery Is
! exposed to the flames. In the middle
of the dome is an opening through
which the flame rises in compact body.
| William Wright took his visitor to the
| opening in the side Of the kiln and
pointed out the holes through which
the salt is poured to glaze the earthen-
ware, but not content with this the lit
! tie foreigner went inside, right on the
! dome of the kiln, and looked down into
the inside. Wright says he looked like
a demon in a pantomme as he stood al
most within smuggling distance Of the
fame, grinning down into the fiery pit
below.
"It's better than anything we've got
in Russia" he declared after he came
out.
There's nothing more to see; now
we'll go down again." said Wright.
But when they reached the throwing
floor, nothing would satisfy the foreign
er but he must 90 poking about right as
far as the warehouse steps leading down
to the office.
"Here, come on, mate, you've seen
enough" said Wright, who by this time
began to suspect that he had not done
we'll to infringe the rules.
At this remark the foreigner fol.
lowed Wright to the ground floor, and
there again the spirit of inquiry was
strong upon him. He would go around
TO look at the fire holes again, and
Wright following, with sulky sowness,
no doubt, lost sight Of him on the other
side of the Goals. Couldn't make out
where he'd got TO, looked for him high
and low, lit lantern and went right
out into the yard behind Mr.. Taras
house. Wasn't anywhere. Finally he
concluded that being foreigner land
consequently mean the little man had
sneaked out into Ferry street and gone
of in that unceremonious fashion in or
der to avoid standing drop OF beer
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explain things nicely to him.
Nothing occurred until just about
midnight, when Wright had another
surprise as he was breathing the cool
air of Ferry street. Mr.. Kavanagh
came down Ferry street from the front
Office. He was limping; his coat was
torn, his hat broken, his hand thrust
into the breast Of his frock coat. Never
saw him look anything like it before,
William Wright hadn't-wouldn's have
known him if he hadn't spoken.
"What the duce is the matter with
the front door?" ne asked angrily. ~
can't open it with my key"
~ expect Mr.. Bell double locked II
inside. He did come out through the
works, and he's SO wonderful particu.
lar"
Cursed old idiot" growled Kavan.
agh, passing him. Bring light.
must go down through thd warehouse. y
Wright lit lantern and lighted the
way through the throwing room, the
! warehouse and the passage leading to
the shop and Office. There Kavanagh
tried to open the front door with the
| key, Sut found that something iouled
the wards of the lock and prevented
the key turning. He swore again at
Mr.. Bell for muddling, medding old
fool and giving no the attempt said to