English fiction -- 19th century; Labor unions -- Fiction
Then he turned to, and piled up a heap of stones to mark the dangerous
spot; for he foresaw he must often travel that way in all weathers. At
last he reached the church, removed the lock, and fastened the door with
screws. He then went back to the farm as fast as he could. But all this
had taken a long time, and the sun was sinking as he got into the yard.
He was in the very act of concealing the lock in the gig, when Martha
Dence came out at him, as red as a turkey-cock.
“You thought but little of my sister, young man, to leave her all these
hours, and you come out to spend the day with her.”
“Stuff and nonsense! I came out on my own business.”
“So it seems. And it have taken you into worse company. A fine figure
she has made you.”
“Who?”
“The hussy you have been after this while.”
“That's so like you girls. You think a man has nothing to do but to run
after women.”
“What business can you have on the Sabbath-day, I'd like to know.”
“Would you? Well, I'll tell you--when I tell the bellman.”
“You are quite right, Mr. Little. Trust none but your friends.”
This was a bitter remark. Henry could not reply to it, and that moved
his bile. Patty pursued her advantage, and let him know that, when a
young man brought a young woman out for the day, he did not leave her
for three hours at a stretch, unless he meant to affront her. She raised
her voice in saying this, and so did he in replying, “Tell you I came
out on my own business, not Jael's; but I am a good-natured fellow,
considering all I endure, so I took that opportunity to bring your
sister out to see you. Could I guess you two couldn't make yourselves
happy for one afternoon without flirting? So much for sisterly
affection! Well, next time I'll come alone--if I come at all.”
Jael came out at the raised voices, and received this last sentence full
in the face. She turned pale.
“Oh, Patty, Patty, what have you been saying?”
“I've been speaking my mind, that is all.”
“Ay, and you've made him say the only unkind word I ever heard from his
lips.”
“I'm very sorry, Jael,” said the young man, penitently.
“Oh, then I'm to blame, because he is so ill-tempered.” And Patty
bridled.
“Partly. You should not interfere between friends.” Having delivered
this admonition, Jael softened it by kissing her, and whispered,
“Father's asking for his tea.”
Patty went in as meek as Moses.
Then Jael turned to Henry, and laid her hand on his arm, while her gray
eyes searched his face.
“There's something amiss. You are never cross, except when you are
unhappy. What is it?”
“Oh, Jael, my heart is broken. She is going to be married.”
“Who says so?”
“Mr. Cheetham told me she was engaged to a Mr. Coventry.”
“What can Mr. Cheetham know? To be sure the gentleman is a good deal
with her, and I hear he has courted her this two years; and she likes
his company, that's certain. But she is used to be admired, and she is
very hard to please.”
“What, then, you think it is not quite hopeless?”
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