Iron County register., 1916-10-19
CHAPTER II-cOntlnued.

And pretty and freekled; and when
she wrinbled up her nose as she
a1SSed the question, David could not
Horbear smiling. In spite Of the mo-
pnentary smile, the utter hopelessness
zhat returned TO his cavernous eyes
almost frightened her. She felt as
E-hough she had unwittingly knocked
slt the door of a house that hid a
tragedy, and she was on the verge of
Fiismayed retreat But under the
fRnRy little nose there was a kind
aittle mouth and a square little chin !;
ssie she drew in her breath and ran up
Szll her colors.
Two pound ten yard"
IT'S dollars not pounds here, you
know" she chided. You're English
zlreu't you?"
His smile was frankly bitter now.
I'm done with England he flashed
back.
"A Yankee thenY even more in
kreSlulously.
"Yes, thank God !" he burst forth.
She hastened to remove the impli-
%sStian of scorn in her words.
~Weil, l suppose we'll be, too--fa-
NirGc and /. We just arrived at Cory
Fi0u this morning. But I'm not thank
Aug God especially for the prospect"
His silence seemed to disconcert
AiGr. She may have been conscious
tof something in her that imagined
rehuke he did not intend. She bit
Her lip and threw a backward glance.
"'Three cheers for the president ~
fChe candor in her eyes lent a SINGER
Sfy TO her words. She turned and
HleckOned to her father, who was chat
Ring at the door. He seemed to be
used to her humors for he came for
Nard indulgently with, "Well, daugh-
terT'
He had the broad red face of
prosperous British farmer ruddy
%iisk in which you might discern no
sun-spot of guile. Heartiness radi-
Rted from him as from the maturing
sun. His shrewd little eyes looked
ON David with so honest a kindliness
that David gave him instant trust. A
strange thing for David knew it was
Che farmers of England whose flour
tnade the threepenny loaves whose
price had made the weavers go hun
cry.
"Father, / want you to"-she turned
Wiusomely to the young storckeeper-
S'What is your name?"
The young man surrendered. 'Da-
&id Laurence"
This is my father Mr.. Job Gran
Tner. My name is Lydia, and I'm his
only daughter and he does what | tell
llim to, don't you, father?" And she
gave him tug at his elbow.
The name Lydia instantly became
For David one of those on the calen-
dIar.
"Your daughter is very kind, Mr..
Cranmer."
The girl hastened to impart the one
piece of information she had cleaned
about her countryman.
Tile says he is going to live here"
"a fine country, this, young man."
approved Mr.. Cranmer heartily. 81
anean to settle here myself. They tell
sne land is as cheap here on the will
flerness border as Goals in Newcastle
---Hm farming man."
You're no farmer?" hazarded the
girl to David
"No-I was a weaver"
"Oh| said Cranmer, comprehend
4ng, then it hasn't been all skittles
with you, hey, young man?"
A wave of dark red swept over Da-
ETid's face and he seemed unable to
sHnswer.
Nottingham way, maybe?" pursued
his questioner.
yes" he assented, and choked over
4he word.
"Your people have been hard trod-
den, haven't they?" pressed Cranmer
Kindly.
"Oh do not mind me of It'll" broke
&rom David's lips. He bowed his head
no hide the tears he could not control.
Lydia turped to her father for ex-
planation.
Likely this young man suffered
with the Luddites," he remarked.
Tell u.s." whispered Lydia, 1--WE are
sorry"
"Ay, d-n England" clustered
Cranmer, without an apology for the
oath.
David Ioo1,ad o+ +bo r,o,, ,..-.,
There was something about him that
toused question.
Nottingham market place is a fair
sight" observed the farmer.
you've been therer
"Ay, one Whit-Monday feast"
Clifton groves were green then"
stried Lydia eagerly.
''There was blood on the parade at
Martinmas two years ago." David
burst forth, fire smoldering in his eye.
-Our people gathered first at market
goose-fair in October; maybe 1t was
the plenty we saw there then that
made us wild. My father and nv
Brother and had eaten but one meal
q day for weeks before. There were
others worse off than we. saw
starving child knocked down and beat
zen that stole an apple from cart |
They drove us out Of the market when |
we cursed England.
II wasn't till November-that we |
could bear the rent Of the frames no |
longer. The men were fair wolves
BY then. Every night they gathered |
IN front Of the Exchange. Then when
fhe cold began and we had no Goals
nor even peats from Sherwood--th
imen blasphemed They shouted that
4t was the machinery that was taking
the bread from us. My father II
they called my father Preacher Lar.