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Since I was only a nominal laborer here, not a real one permitted to work for my health, for twelve cents an hour we fell to conversing upon railroad matters, and in this way our period of friendship began. As I learned that morning, Rourke was the foreman-mason for minor tasks for all that part of the railroad that lay between New York and fifty miles out, on three divisions.
He built wells, culverts, coal bins, building piers small brick buildings anything and everything, in short, which a capable foreman-mason ought to be able to build, and in addition he was fairly content and happy in his task. Eugene could see it. The atmosphere of the man was wholesome. He was like a tonic a revivifying dynamo to this sickly overwrought sentimentalist.
The foreman-mason saw that his master's thoughts were wandering, and noticed the drawn expression on his face. In the afternoon his restlessness increased, and he wandered listlessly through the streets and narrow entries of the town, till he found himself near nightfall at that place by the banks of the Cull, where the organist had halted on the last evening of his life.
For God's sake! someone bring a crowbar, and break in the door!" There was despair in the words, that sent a thrill of horror through those that heard them. The crowd stared at one another. The foreman-mason wiped the sweat off his brow; he was thinking of his wife and children. Then the Catholic priest stepped out. "I will go," he said; "I have no one depending on me."
The foreman-mason called after him: "There is only one door open, my lord a little door by the organ." "Yes, I know the door," Lord Blandamer shouted, as he disappeared round the church. A few minutes later he had forced open the belfry door. He pulled it back towards him, and stood behind it on the steps higher up, leaving the staircase below clear for Westray's escape.
Westray was too elated to keep the good news to himself, nor did there appear, indeed, to be any reason for making a secret of it. So he told the foreman-mason, and Mr Janaway the clerk, and Mr Noot the curate, and lastly Canon Parkyn the rector, whom he certainly ought to have told the first of all. Canon Parkyn was ruffled.
Really, they would have tried the patience of a saint, let alone a healthy, contentious Irish foreman-mason.
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