The daily morning journal and courier., 1897-01-29

Damerel, who was in the chair, i've must run the strike on different lines. Not one of us, if he holds out against our just demands, will be seen In the Abbey, nor will we utter a sound" That's dull kind of strike" said the Damerel who bought himself a bor- ough in George Ills last Parliament. | q move, Mr. Speaker, and, having been a member, permit me to add an | illustrlous member, of the House of Commons, shall command a due share of your attention"
 Dry up, you ass" put in the cava- Her, with httle of the delicate courtesy which history attributes to cavaliers. His manners had deteriorated by hear ing modern forms of abuse and he was still feeling rather ruftled, q move | that you be not heard"
 Small breezy interludes like this soon passed over, for upon the main ques- ton before the meeting the Damerels found themselves unanimous, and the next evening Sir Eustace was again l told off to announce to MT. Pilkington the altered plan of campaign upon which they had decided. | I've felt that our negotiations last night" he admitted, were not satis- l factory, and recognizing the impor- tance of the principle for which we are striking, We contemplate other meas ures"
 "A withdrawal from your present po- sition,' replied MT Pilkington. lis all that I require. I shall not push my advantage, if I may thus describe it, further than is necessary. Things shall go on as heretofore"
 You mistake me-" said Sir Eustace; things will not go on at all unless you make the requisite concessions We shall refuse to walk in the Abbey or to be observed by any mortal eye. Not even the anniversary of the violent ter imitation of our respective careers will induce any of us to take so much as a stroll in the passage"
 l MT Pilkington's face became in stantly serious at this menace to his fondest hopes. Without, however, all lowing hls disappointment to transpire more than he could help. he stroked his short whisker dubiously
 That will be inconvenient, I con- fess," he said at last T am filling the Abbey next week with visitors and was hoping that you might have ex- tended to my friends some of the atten- tlons with which you have honored me. l I looked for your aid in entertaining | them But to give up the improve ments that I have at some expense added to the house would be too rdic- ulous. I cannot agree to it.
 Then" said the cavalier, i've shall strike"
 will the men, I mean will you, go out in a body?" asked MT Pilllington.
 Hardly that" replied the spectre with quaint smile. ''We could not manage that however well we were or ganized."
 l My expression was unfortunate What mean is, are you and all your ancestors and descendants in this con- founded union?"
 Spare your epithets." remarked the ghost quietly This talk, though I seem to have now got the better of you, is still business discussion As to the union, I shall give you no confidential statistics about our numbers, but l think they are sufficient for our pur- l pose.
 Dear, dear!" said Mir Pilkington, waving his hands in despair. How provoking you are with your unions and purposes! Now, come, do be req 1 sonable. Let us have a few demon- strations next week"
 Not one''
 Not even a chain rattling on the stairs?" pleaded MT Pilkington. That would be better than nothing
 Not link" said the spectre deci- dedly The chain business is done by one of our most energetic members. l He is a. priest who was starved to death in the cellar the year before Magma Charta, and he rattles his fet- ted's as a perpetual protest against such treatment Though not a true Damer- el, he has pledged himself not to rattle again for the present.
 Really it is too bad" sighed MT. 1 Pilkington; 'I shall miss his clanking very much"
 "It is your own fault" said Sir Eus- I tace.
 "Oh, I cannot listen to your absurdi- ties any longer. Jack chose the bil- Hard table for me, and he is so fond of the game. l can already hear Mary's $ pleased comments on the bath-room, which she declared was indispensable. But yet kettlewell will crow over me abominably. Well, let him crow. Go away" he cried to the spectre.
 'Avaunt' is the popular expression, ' corrected Sir Eustace politely.
 Nobody wants to see you,' shouted MT. Pilkington detiantly "1'll do the best I can with rats in the wainscoting and an owl or two in the garden
 "A sprig of ivy tapping on the win dow" suggested the spectre sardonical- ly, lis not a bad thing, though, of course. it is rather q -come-down after what the Abbey used to be-"
 But MT. Pilkington was beyond sar- casm; he was leaning back in his chair and his eyes were closed. Victory was all too clearly with the Damerels.
 On the ensuing day Jack turned ur unexpectedly, few minutes before the
 telegram which he had sent telling them to meet him at the station. He was one of those people who are so ap. preciative of the worlds progress that they never correspond with anybody except by telegraph. The evening was