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"Miss Templeton," he said in slow, reverent tones, "all my life shall I thank God for His great mercy tae me." "Don't keep her waiting, man," said Adrien, waving him in. Then McNish went in and she closed the door softly upon them. "There are only a few great moments given to men," she said, "and this is one of them for those two happy people."
You come with me, McNish." Together they went into the planing mill. Asking for the foreman he found that he was nowhere to be seen, that indeed he had not been in the mill that morning. "Show me your work, McNish," he said. McNish led him to a corner of the mill where some fine counter work was in process. "That's my work," he said, pointing to a piece of oak railing.
He was always conscious of a reserve deepening at times to a sullenness in McNish's manner, the cause of which he could not certainly discover. That McNish was possessed of a mentality of more than ordinary power there was no manner of doubt.
"Go on," said Maitland shortly, as the Scot stood waiting. "Maister Maitland," said McNish, rolling out a deeper Doric, "ye have made a promise and a threat. Yere threat is naething tae me. As tae yere job, A want it and A want tae get on, but A'm a free man the noo an' a free man A shall ever be. Good-day tae ye." He bowed respectfully to his employer and strode from the room. Mr.
"Earth to earth, ashes to ashes," he said in his deepest and most solemn tone. The phenomenal absurdity of a joke from the solemn Scotchman again tickled the uncertain temperament of the crowd into boisterous laughter. "Men, listen tae me!" cried McNish. "Ye mad a bad mistake the nicht. In fact, ye're a lot of fules.
Perrotte asking about that two or three days ago." Mr. Maitland's lips met in a thin straight line. "You can go back to your saw, McNish," he said shortly. "Ay, sir," said McNish, his tone indicating quiet satisfaction. At Gibbon's bench he paused. "Ye'll no pit onything past him, a doot," he said, with a grim smile, and passed out. In every part of the shop Mr.
"I am deeply disappointed in McNish," replied the minister, "and I confess I am anxious. McNish, above all others, is the brains of this movement, and in that mood there is little hope of reason from him. I fear it will be a sore fight, with a doubtful issue." "Oh, I don't despair," said Maitland cheerily. "I have an idea he has a quarrel with me. He wants to get me. But we can beat him."
Indeed, it pleased Jack not a little to feel that he would be able to further the fortunes of both. McNish had good foreman timber in him and would make a capable assistant. As to this silly prejudice of his, Jack resolved that he would take steps immediately to have that removed. That he could accomplish this he had little doubt.
Maitland flung a swift glance at McNish and was startled at the look of rage, of agonised rage, that convulsed his face. "My dear Annette," he said, with a light laugh, "don't make too much of it. I was glad to help Tony and you. Why shouldn't I help old friends?"
But I am asking you now, again as man to man, do you know of any industry, even in the Old Land, where the closed shop absolutely prevails, and do you think that conditions in Blackwater give you the faintest hope of a closed shop here?" "Yes," shouted McNish, springing to his feet, "there is hope. There is hope even in Blackwater." "Tut, tut, laddie," said his mother. "Dinna deeve us.
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