The Cotton Factory Times. — 1893-09-29 (Manchester, Greater Manchester, England)

SOM-th in alarmin, an it will have to be checked, or there will be bloo.ished an revolutions. Don't you think so, Mickey? But I took a rise out of one fellow. He had a house empty, an he says to me when I inquired after it, "110 w many children have ye?"  Well, we'll see," said Bill. "I'll be gooin whom neaw, for I'st have to look after a slop an other tools." Th' Yenociation dispersed accordingly, an Bill went whom. " Neaw, Bet," he said, when he geet in, "I'm gooin a-tacklin to-morn, an I want a slop." "We han no slops," hoc said. "But I mun have one; an I mon have a collar an a us, too; it's a job as I mun have a good appearance o'er." " Wheer is it at ?" . .  . " Sixteen,' says I. He gasped aloud, but says, "An do ye intend stayin' here long ?'' "Just while I run op a score wid all the shopkeepers," says I, " but no longer. That's my game." Then he smiled. "What's the rent ?" says I. "Two-an-s 4 a week," says he. " Then ye won't be beim much if it's never paid," says I, "will ye ?" He stared hard, but I couldn't get him to see that view of it.  He towd her aw abeaut it, givin a glowin accesnut o' t' brass he'a get, but sayin little abeant it bein a job o' superiutendin a lot o' young women, an never mentiomn t' rhubarb lips," &c., at aw.  "it's my opinion," said Bet, " as theau 't beam' t' be mnde another foo on, same as o'er that mmdin." "No fear," returned Bill. "There's no fooin abeawt this. Find me,a slop." Bet said nowt no rnooar, but lot eaut an owd shift of hers an grin it him. "is this a slop ?" axed Bill dubiously. " Ay, an if it isn't thean con put up wi it at a pinch. It'll make a tidy slop. Try it on." . .  _ "I suppose ye'll pay the rent regular," says he. "Will I really have to pay rent then ?" says I.  "Of coarse," says he.  "Ye cruel, Onnainral heathen," says I. "Ye heap of clay iniquity on two legs! ye savage cannibal! ye wholesale murderer! ye modern edition ot the howlin Herod an Judas Iscariot! What do ye mane? Do ye actually mane to say that in these 'enlightened days of steam engines an penny-postage stamps ye dare to ask a fellow human man to pay ye rent? How dare ye bring that survival of the dark ages into these enlightened times? Out upon ye, ye rampin relic, that accidontally missed bein born an buried a thousand years ago—out upon ye! ye prehistoric pollution !"—an I was so exasperated that I hit him on the nose an ran away in disgust. before he could hit me back  Bill tried it on. _ "It fits me rayther slack," he said. " Theau'll ha t' make shift wi it, anybeaw," said Bet, "an it fits thee reet enoof." "Like a balloon," muttered BilL "If theati says another word abeawt it," cried Bet, " I'll cop thee on t' yea wi t' rowlin-pin. I'll gie thee grumblin after puttin me to t' trouble o' findin it for thee. Speik another breath an thean'st noun have it at aw; .  Bill perceived fury in Bet's een, so he discreetly shut up an went to bed, wheer he had a jumbled-up dreearn o' rhubarb lips, bounein gasbills, an sportive cheeks o' rosy weivers.  But now my paper's fall, Mickey, so I'll tell ye in my next letter, unless I write before, of our moonlight flittin an how we went on wid it. Your wise brother,