The news boy., 1896-06-20

r, "er pa8s ana printit trash"
men arose from the back the ployv.
man. strong in his convictions: "I,isten
70 me, ye men," says he; "iust vote a.
We think best, The masters a cuid
'na'ster' rs he says, but he's nocbt IN
uee WI your votin'. It's what tbev "a,
inteemedation to interfere wi, onvIodr
IN TINS matter. So mind that, an vote
LOT the workin'man an his RIGHTS.
lhen cnsued war of violent words.
is this meetin' in my barn. or n
pcnny-waddin'?
cat what ye please. l Gamma let ye
n.is!end the men,"
| "Whae talks about mislendin,o To-,
misleadin' to lead them richt ?"
The question:" said the plowman.
solemnly. "it what you ca richt."
William Laverhope, If We werena
guid pioomap, yc wad gang post-haste
oot o here the morn."
Il earena what We say. I'll stand up
for the RIGHTS of thae men,"
Men," this with deep scorn. "Icould
max better men than thae wi stick
oot o the plantin'."
"Ay, ye say that moo, an the morn
yell be cain ilka yin O. them mister.
n for their votes"
The farmer left in dignified disgust.
,1nquished, but still dangerous; the
piowman in triumph mingled with de-
spair. For he knew that mis- fellow
laborers cared not whit TO- politics.
but would follow to the letter their mas.
ter's bidding.
The next morning rose clear and
fine. There had been n great rain for
the past few days, and the burns were
coming down broad and surely. The
Clachlands water was chafing by bank
and bridge and threatening to enter the
bayfield,, and every little ditch and
sheep-drain was carrying it's tribute of
peaty water to the greater flood. The
farmer of Clachlands, as he looked over
the landscape from the doorstep of his
dwelling, marked the state of the
weather and pondered over it.
He was not in pleasant state of
mind that morning. He had been
crossed by plowman, his servant. He
liked the man, and so the obvious way of
dealing with him-by making things
uncomfortable or turning him off-was
shut against him. But he burned to get
the upper hand of him. and discomfit
once for all one who had dared to uues-
tion his wisdom and good sense. If
only he could get him to vote on the
other side-but that was out of the
question. If only he could keep him
from voting-that was possible but un-
likely. He might forcbly detain him,
in which case he would lay himself open
to the penalties of the law, and be moth
ing the gamer. For the victory which
he desired was moral one, not a tri-
l.mph of force. He would like to cir
cumvent him by cleverness, to score
against him fairly and honorably on his
own ground. But the thing was hard,
and, as it seemed to him at the moment,
impossible.
Suddenly, as he looked over the morn
ing landscape, thought struck him
and made him slap his legs and chuckle
hugely. He walked quickly up and
down the graveled walk. "Losh, it's
guild. I'll dae't. I'll dae't, if the weather
juist hauds." p
His unseemly mirth was checked by
the approach of some one who found
the farmer engaged in the minute ex-
animation of gooseberry leaves. I'm
concerned aboot thae busses." he was
saying; "they'vc been ill locisit to, an
We'll no hae half a crop" And he went
off, still smiling, and spent restless
forenoon in the Marchthorn market.
In the evening he met the plowman,
as he returned from the turnip-singling,
with his hoe on his shoulder. The two
men looked at one another with the air
of those who knew that all is not we'll
between them. Then the farmer spoke
with much humility.
81 maybe spoke rayther severe yes
treen," he said. II hope didna hurt
your feelings"
ma, ma! No mel" said the plowman,
airily.
Because I've been thinking over the
matter, an l admit that man has IA
RIGHT to his ain thochts. A'body should
hae principles an stick to them," said
the farmer, with the manner of one
making recondite quotation.
cay" he went on, 81 respect We, Will
liam, for your consistency. Ye're an
example to us "a"
The other shuffled and looked unhap-
py. He and his master were on the best
of terms, but these unnecessary compli-
ments were not usual in their inter-
course. He began to suspect, and the
farmer, who saw his mistake, hastened
to change the subject.
"Graund weather for the fishin','
said he.
"Oh, is it no?" said the other, reused
to excited interest by this home topic.
II tell we by the morn they'll be taisin'
as they've never ta'en this ear. Doom
in the big pool in the Clachlands water,
at the turn O. the turnip-field, there are
twae or three Founders and aibilins yin
O. twae pund. saw them myself when
the water was low. It's over big the
moo, but when it gangs doom the morn,
and gets the color O porter, Use warrant
I could whup them DOT O. there wi the
flee.'
"D'ye say sae," said the farmer, sweet
ly. "Wcel, it's lang time since tried
the fishin', but vince was keen ont.
Come in bye, William; I've something
We MIGHT like to see."
From corner he produced rod, and
handed it to the other. 1t was very
fine rod indeed, one which the owner
had gained in fishing competition
many years before, and treasured ac-
cordingly. The plowman examined it
long and critically. Then he gave his
verdict. "It's the brawest rod ever
saw Wi, n fine hickory Init an pnid