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Every man in your union is talking, trying to justify their present position, which, I am bound to say, takes some justifying." "Why?" asked McNish hotly. "Because the demands are some of them quite unsound. Some other than you had a hand in drawing up your Petition of Right, McNish, and some of the demands are impossible."
This must be his first care. He well knew that McNish had no love for Simmons, whom the Scotchman despised first, because he was no craftsman, and chiefly because he had no soundly-based system of economics but was governed by the sheerest opportunism in all his activities. A combination between McNish and Simmons might create a situation not easy to deal with.
You are a new man here and so I will excuse you the impudence of charging me with indifference to the well-being of my men." "You put wur-r-ds in my mouth, Mr. Maitland. A said nae sic thing," said McNish. "But your foreman disna' know his place, and he must be changed." "'Must, eh?" The word had never been used to Mr. Maitland since his own father fifty years before had used it.
Wigglesworth was warming to his subject, but the old lady standing on her doorstep fixed her keen blue eyes upon him and ruthlessly swept away all argumentation on the matter. "If it is a matter consistent with the Lord's Day, come in; if not, stay oot." "Oh! Yes, thank you. Per'raps 'e's shavin' 'isself, eh?" Mr. Wigglesworth indulged in a nervous giggle. "Shavin' himsel!" exclaimed Mrs. McNish.
"Ye're airly on yere way tae the Kirk." "Yes that is yes," replied Mr. "'Business, did ye say, Mr. Wigglesworth?" Mrs. McNish stood facing him at the door. "Business! On the Lord's Day?" Mr. Wigglesworth gaped at her, hat in hand. "Well, Mrs. McNish." Mr. Wigglesworth's head went over to one side as if in contemplation of a new and striking idea.
Grey, gaunt, hollow-eyed, he met with steady gaze the eyes of the audience, some of them aflame with hostile wrath, for in him they recognised the responsible head of the labour movement that had wrought such disaster and grief in the community. Without apology or preface McNish began: "I am here seeking peace," he said, in his hoarse, hard, guttural voice. "I have made mistakes.
There 'as been too much o' this gaime business to suit me. "Better get on wi' it," said McNish curtly. "I shall get on w'en I am good and ready, Brother McNish," answered Simmons. "All r-r-right, brother, but A doot ye're oot o' order. Who is the chairman o' this Committee?" asked McNish calmly. "Brother Phillips," answered two or three voices. "All right.
"You know I am a Union man now," said Captain Jack, accurately reading his silence. "Joined a couple of months ago." But McNish kept his face gravely non-committal, wondering how it was that this important bit of news had not reached him. Then he remembered that he had not attended the last two monthly meetings of his Union, and also he knew that little gossip of the shops came his way.
A true union man regards with veneration the constitution and hesitates to tamper with it except in a perfectly constitutional manner. The opposition to the administration's original resolution had gained what they sought, a temporary stay. The committee was appointed and the danger to both the resolution and the constitution for the present averted. Again Mr. McNish took command. "And noo, Mr.
McNish went to a pile of finished work and from it selected a small swing door beautifully panelled. Maitland's eye gleamed. "Ah, that's better," he said. "Yes, that's better." He turned to one of the workmen at the bench near by. "What job is this, Gibbon?" he asked. "It's the Bank job, I think," said Gibbon. "What? The Merchants' Bank job? Surely that can't be. That job was due two weeks ago."
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