The record-union. [volume] (Sacramento, Calif.) 1891-1903, 1897-04-04

vor t Queen, 20 tes."
The cobbler gave grunt of satisfac-
| ton, but even this dainty dish could
not stay his flow of conversation
| "'Twur the 'lotmentS as had vor to
be zettled. vu'st goin' off. Us leabour-
| en- men ha' n a gotten hat enough, When
| the law be passed as we hidden wark
| no more'n eight hours vor Warmer.
| Suppwose us gle 'un vrom 10 o'clock
| till 8, why there'll be nigh on days
wark to cur own plot o land avore yet
| ten out to wark on warm.
| He paused and Tom Yates remarked
| in a low voice:
An what about the wage, measter?
Warmer nun be big wool vor to pay
much vo, the tail-end ov a day, when
t. labouren man have wore out in his
own 'lot1nent sence break O. day."
Bevis took no notice of this objection,
and went on warming with his subject
as it touched him more nearly:
Then, too, all O we mid like to keep
a COW 20 wells peg, an US do want a
mo'sel O grass land vor that. 70 l up
an telled Warmer Yeatman as we nun
ha' thk there pasture meadow o his'n
-ten-acre agen the Holt, nigh handy
/ Tic Village, les. bIcSS lily SOul alive.
Ye should a iced 'un; he got all red i
the faace an thumped the table, an
! zwore as ne mid 20 we'll take an Zell
! his deary o dree-an' thirty cows to
onst. An then passon, he stood up 20
mild's a lamb, an gays he: My good
vo'ks now doant We vail out: you mid
have ony bit O. my glebe as you do
yet yer mind on. 20 you mid But,
lar bless zee, us ood'n gay thankee vor
mar me sci o ground O. hisn; es all
pore soil as he vull O. charlock an this
| ties, zane as that field you do know
| aneath the Hangen-Priest-c croft they
| call en-
Al this time he had scarcely touched
his supper, and now Lyddy, who could
bear it no longer, broke in:
The teaties be all a getten coold, an
tes a tarble pity, Why you mid 20
we'll talk o. taken squiers park as thik
there big meadow o. Farmer Yeat-
MANS an 20 fairs l zee, there mum
always be rich an poor, an tidden no
use fyen agen our meaSters.''
Our measters, did zee gay, lass? Why
| us wont have none avore long; what
VII the de'th duties an one thing an
| t'other, us'u make an end O. squiers
an sichlike varmint An vor that
park O. Squier Migrants, why hidden
us goo share an share alike WI he?
food only be cut down all they big
weak trees an elems as spiles the
grass. When 70 be as we've a gotten
honest leab'ren vo'ks enough in Pari'-
ment, why, one o. these days the House
o. Lards hisself II COON down Wi a
crash!'
Oliver Bevis paused from force of
habit. This was one of the grand pc
rorations which always called forth a
burst of applause at the laborers' meet
| ings, where he had long been a favorite
speaker. His wife and daughter, good
| law abiding creatures, would have been
more shocked at these opinions, but
| that they Were SO used to them. In
the brief silence which followed the
| young carpenter remembered what had
| been the special reason of his visit that
evening. He drew out from his bag
of workmen's tools an old advertise
rnent sheet of the Times
"Look-y-zee, measter,'' said he, there
be zumnrat as mid consarn thee. A
traveller chap lef thiccy newspaper
down to our place O. Zateurday, am as
| L SiCd Gil q AOoh, COiiiCN SDSiCtoo SONA
| nean, zeure enough"
The cobbler held out his hand with
smiling interest No doubt the big
folks up in London head heard of his
elouuence in speaking at the Laborers'
| Union and village meetings, and had
put him in the papers. But as he held
| the sheet close to the light and slowly
made out the meaning of the advertise
| I IL
he gave a start of surprise.
'EWhat have zee got hold on. Oliver?
Do zee read ct out to we,' said his wife,
who was watching him.
well, / dona't mind if I do, an
maybe you'll make head or tail ont"
said he, and this was what he read
aloud:
Next of kin wanted to the late Sir
Ralph Bevis, deceased, Lord of the
! Manor of Legion, in the County of
- Any descendants of his fathers
only brother, Oliver Bevis-who left
England in September, 1923, in the ship
Centaur, bound for Melbourne-are ad-
vised to put in their claim. Applica-
ton, with full partiulars, to be made
| b Messrs. Welburn & Sons, Solicitors,
| High street, Mere"
| When he came to an end there was
a sudden hush of silence in the room,
only broken by the harsh ticking of the
tall clock in the corner. Mrs. Bevis
was the first to recover her speech.
| OLIVER Bevis, did zee zay?" she ex-
claimed. why, tee the neame O. thy
granfer, too, 70 well as thine, an ties
all writ out plain an big l. the void
Bible, 70 tes.'
AS she spoke she took down from the
shelf the worn brown leather book, and
after carefully busting it with her apron
more from force of habit than need
she laid it on the table and opened it
at the fly-leaf. The date was January
8, 1894
AYE. Dinah, you be right there re-
piled her husband in voice hoarse
with excitement Il minds, when 1
wur little lad, granfer tellen / all
about furren parts; an I knows he wur
| a native O. thccy West country, vor all
he warn't born to Combe. If 70 be as
ties the zane Oliver as he on the paper,
maybe as he fell out wis vather the
squier, an when he coined hoam to the
void country, he mum ben too proud
| to goo anigh his kin. An to think as
he mid a ben my granfer!"
! This astounding suggestion was
enough to take away the breath of his
/ listeners, but presently Tom slowly re-
marked:
BLESS my zoul alive, measter! Do zee
hold as you mid be next o kin; an as
| you be a gwine vor to be Lard O. the
| Manor?''
| "vather doant hold WI none O. SIGH
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