George Fenn.

The Parson O' Dumford





He took the tool and dug for a few minutes lustily, stooping down after each newly-turned spadeful to pick up and remove the long, white trailing roots that matted it together, horrifying Jacky, who took off his hat and wiped his dewy forehead, for it made him perspire freely to see such reckless use of muscular power.

Thanky, sir; yes, I see, said Jacky, taking the spade again with a sigh, and fervently wishing that he had not undertaken the job. Hallo! heres the Missus.

He paused, and rested his foot on the spade, as just then Mrs Glaire, driving a little four-wheel chaise, drawn by an extremely chubby pony, like a heavy cart-horse cut down, drew up by the vicarage gate.

The little lady was greatly agitated, though she strove hard to keep an equable look upon her countenance, returning the vicars salute quietly, as he walked down to the gate; whilst such an opportunity of a respite from the spade not being one to be neglected, Jacky Budd stuck that implement firmly amongst the weeds, and followed closely.

Shall I hold Prinkle, mum? he said, going to the ponys head.

Yes no, Jacky, Im not going to stay, said Mrs Glaire. Are you at work here, then?

Yes, mum.

Mind he does work, then, Mr Selwood, she continued; and dont let him have any beer, for hes a terribly lazy fellow.

Jacky looked appealingly at his mistress, then smiled, and looked at the vicar, as much as to say, You hear her she will have her joke.

Is anything the matter? said the vicar, earnestly.

Well, yes; not much, Mr Selwood: but I am getting old and nervous, and I thought I would ask you to come up. You seemed to have so much influence with the men.

Certainly Ill come up, if I can be of any use.

Pray get in then, said Mrs Glaire, and the springs of the little vehicle went down as the vicar stepped in, while, during the minute or two that ensued, as Mrs Glaire drove up to the foundry, she told him that the works had not been opened till mid-day, when it had been agreed upon by her son at her wish that he would receive some of the workmen at the counting-house, and try to make some arrangement about terms.

I went to the works, too, she said, not to interfere, but to try and be ready to heal any breach that might arise. Of course I called in as if by accident, as I was going for a drive.

And has anything occurred? said the vicar.

No; but I was afraid, for Richard is very impetuous, and I thought as as you saw what you did yesterday

My dear Mrs Glaire, pray always look upon me as an old friend, who has your welfare and that of the people thoroughly at heart. Oh, here we are.

His remarks were cut short by the pony turning sharply in at the great gates, as if quite accustomed to the place, and as the men, who were pretty thick in the yard, made way, some of them roughly saluting the occupants of the chaise, the pony stopped of its own accord in front of the counting-house.

The vicar sprang out and helped Mrs Glaire to alight, following her into the building, where Richard was sitting, looking very sulky, at the head of a table, and about a dozen of the men were present, Simeon Slee being in the front rank.

Its going agen my advice, Mester Richard Glaire, he was saying.

If the men did as I advise, theyd stand out, but Im not the man to stand in the way of a peaceable settlement, and as youve come to your senses, why I agree.

I didnt agree for you to come to the works, Slee, said Richard, sharply.

Yes, yes, yes, chorused half-a-dozen voices; all or none, Maister. All or none.

I can stand out, said Sim, loftily. I can afford to be made a martyr and a scapegoat, and bear the burthen. I dont want to come back to work.

And I dont want and dont mean to have you, said Richard, hotly. I sent to you all this morning, forgiving the brutal treatment I met with yesterday

Your own fault, said a voice. Howd thee tongue, theer, said one of the men, who seemed to take a leading part. Bygones is bygones. You sent for us, Maister Richard, and weve come. You says, says you, for the sake o peace and quiet youd put wage where it were, and youve done it, but it must be all or none. Fair plays fair play, aint it, parson?

Yes, yes, Richard, give way, whispered Mrs Glaire; and with an impatient stamp of his foot Richard Glaire gave his lip a gnaw, and exclaimed

There, very well; Slee can come back; but mind this, if he begins any of his games and speech-making in the works again, he goes at once.

Oh, I can stay away, said Slee, in an injured tone; but his fellow-workmen held to his side, and, to Mrs Glaires great relief, an amicable settlement was arrived at, and the men were about to go, when Banks, the old foreman, burst into the place in a towering passion.

Howd hard theer, he roared, looking fiercely round. Youre a pretty set o cowardly shacks, you are. Do you call that a fighting fair?

What is it, Banks? exclaimed Richard, starting.

Dont make no terms wi em at all, for they weant keep to em, the blackguards.

But what is it? cried Richard, impatiently.

What is it? What is it, Missus Glaire? Why, I was watching here mysen till nine oclock, and left all safe.

Well? cried Richard, turning pale.

Look here, Joe Banks, cried the man who had been speaking before; tak it a bit easy, theer. None o us aint done nowt, hae we, lads?

No, was chorused, Sim Slees voice being the loudest.

Done nowt! roared Banks, like an angry lion. Dyer call it nowt to steal into a mans place, and coot and carry off every band in t whole works?

Have they have they done that, Banks? cried Richard.

Have they? roared the foreman; ask the sneaking cowards.

No, no, we haint, cried the leader, bringing his hand down on the table with a thump. Its a loi, aint it, lads a loi?

Yes, was chorused; we aint done nowt o t sort.

Then who did it? cried Banks; and there was a silence.

Look here, cried Richard, who had been brought very unwillingly to this concession by Mrs Glaire, and gladly hailed an excuse for evading it. Look here, Banks, are all those wheel-bands destroyed?

Ivery one of em, said Banks.

Then Ill make no agreement, cried Richard, in a rage. You may strike, and Ill strike. Its my turn now be quiet, mother, Im master here, he cried, as Mrs Glaire tried to check him. I wont have my property destroyed, and then find work for a pack of lazy, treacherous scoundrels. Theres a hundred pounds worth of my property taken away. Make it up, and put it back, and then perhaps Ill talk to you.

But I tell you, Mester, its none o us, cried the leader.

None of you! sneered Richard. Why, the bands are gone, and Im to give way, and pay better, and feed you and yours, and be trampled upon. Be off, all of you; go and strike, and starve, till you come humbly on your knees and beg for work.

Had you not better try and find out the offender, Mr Glaire? interposed the vicar, who saw the mens lowering looks. Dont punish the innocent with the guilty.

Well spoke, parson, cried a voice.

You mind your own business, sir, shouted Richard. I know how to deal with my own workmen. You struck for wages, and you assaulted me. Ill strike now, you cowards, for Ill lock you out. The furnaces are cold; let them stop cold, for Ill lose thousands before Ill give in. Ill make an example of you all.

Youll repent this, Mester Richard Glaire, shouted Slee.

Ill repent when I see you in gaol, you mouthing demagogue! cried Richard. Now, get off my premises, all of you, for Ill hold no more intercourse with any of the lot.

But I tell you, Mester, said the leader, a short, honest-looking fellow, its

Be off, I tell you! shouted Richard. Where are my bands?

The man wiped his forehead, and looked at his companions, who one and all looked from one to another, and then, as if feeling that there was a guilty man amongst them one who had, as it were, cut the ground from beneath their feet they slowly backed out, increasing their pace though, towards the last, as if each one was afraid of being left.

Go after them, Banks, and see them off the premises, said Richard, with a triumphant look in his eye. Lets see wholl be master now.

The foreman went after the deputation, and there was a low murmuring in the yard, but the men all went off quietly, and the great gates were heard to clang to.

Oh, Richard, my boy, said Mrs Glaire, Im afraid youve made matters worse.

Ill see about that, said Richard, rubbing his hands, and giving a look askant at the vicar, who stood perfectly silent. Theyll be down on their knees before the weeks out, as soon as the cupboard begins to be nipped. Are they all gone, Banks?

Yes, theyre all gone, said the foreman, returning. I wouldnt ha thowt it on em.

Stop! cried Richard, as a sudden idea seemed to strike him. What time did you go away, Joe?

Bout nine.

And all was right then?

That Ill sweer, said the foreman; I went all over the works. It must ha been done by some cowardly sneak as had hid in the place.

I know who it was, said Richard, with his eyes sparkling with malicious glee.

Know who it was? said Banks. Tell me, Maister Richard, and Ill bout break his neck.

It was that scoundrel Tom Podmore.

Who? Tom Podmore! Yah! said the foreman, in a tone of disgust; and then with a chuckle. I dessay hed like to gie you one, Maister Dick; but go and steal the bands! It aint in him.

But I tell you I saw him! cried Richard.

Saw him? When?

Hanging about the works here last night between nine and ten.

You did! cried the foreman, eagerly.

That I did, myself, said Richard, while the vicar scanned his eager face so curiously that the young man winced.

Joe Banks stood thinking with knitted brow for a few moments, and then, just as Mrs Glaire was going to interpose, he held up his hand.

Wait a moment, Missus, he said. Look here, Maister Richard, you said you saw Tom Podmore hanging about the works last night?

I did.

Theres nobbut one place wheer a chap could ha been likely to ha gotten in, said Banks, thoughtfully. Wheer might you ha sin him?

In the lane by the side.

Thats the place, said the foreman, in a disappointed tone. That theer window. Was he by hissen?

Yes, he was quite alone, said Richard, flinching under this cross-examination.

And what was you a-doing theer, Maister Richard, at that time? said the foreman, curiously.

I I faltered Richard, thoroughly taken aback by the sudden question; I was walking down to go into the counting-house, with a sort of idea that I should like to see if the works were all right.

Ho! said the foreman, shortly; and just then the eyes of the young men met, and it seemed to Richard that there was written in those of the vicar the one word, Liar!

Did you speak, sir? said Richard, blanching, and then speaking hotly.

No, Mr Glaire, I did not speak, but I will, for I should like to say that from what I have seen of that young man Podmore, I do not think he is one who would be guilty of such a dastardly action.

How can you know? said Richard, flushing up. You only came to the town yesterday.

True, said the vicar; but this young man was my guide here, and I had some talk with him.

I hope you did him good, said Richard, with an angry sneer.

I hope I did, Mr Glaire, said the vicar, meaningly, and I think I did, for he told me something of his life, and I gave him some advice.

Of course, from Richard.

Richard, my son, pray remember, exclaimed Mrs Glaire.

Oh yes, I remember, mother, cried Richard, stung with rage by the doubting way in which his charge had been received; but it is just as well that Mr Selwood here should learn at once that hes not coming to Dumford to be master, and do what he likes with people.

It is far from my wish, Mr Glaire, said the vicar, with a bright spot burning on each cheek, for he was young and impulsive too, but the spots died out, and he spoke very calmly. My desire here is to be the counsellor and friend of both master and man the trusty counsellor and faithful friend. My acquaintance with this young workman Podmore was short, but I gave him a few friendly words on his future action, and the result was that he came and fought for his master like a man when he was in the midst of an angry mob.

So he did, parson, so he did, said Banks, bluntly.

And came in a malicious, cowardly way at night to destroy my property, cried Richard.

Nay, nay, lad, nay, said Banks, sturdily. Parsons raight. Tom Podmore aint the lad to do such a cowardly trick, and dont you let it be known as you said it was him.

Let it be known! said Richard, grinding his teeth. Why, Ill set the police after him, and have him transported as an example.

Nay, nay, lad, said Banks, wait a bit, and Ill find out who did this. It wasnt Tom Podmore Ill answer for that.

Let him prove it, then and he shall, cried Richard, who hardly believed it himself; but it was so favourable an opportunity for having an enemy on the hip, that he was determined, come what might, not to let it pass.

Five minutes later the parties separated, the works were shut up, and Richard Glaire did not reject the companionship of the vicar and the foreman to his own door, for there were plenty of lowering faces in the street womens as well as mens; but the party were allowed to pass in sullen silence, for the strikers felt that the maister had something now of which to complain, and the better class of workmen were completely taken aback by the wanton destruction of the machinery bands.

Volume One Chapter Thirteen.
The Foreman at Home

There had been a few words at Joe Bankss plainly-furnished home when he returned the previous night.

Everything looked very snug the plain, simple furniture shone in the lamplight, and a cosy meal was prepared, with Mrs Banks a Daisy of a very ripened nature sitting busily at work.

Well, moother, said Banks, as he entered and threw himself into a chair.

Well, Joe, said Mrs Banks, without looking up.

Phee-ew! whistled Joe, softly, as he took up the pipe laid ready beside the old, grey, battered, leaden tobacco-box, filled the bowl, and lit up before speaking again, Mrs Banks meanwhile making a cup of tea for him to have with his supper.

Why didnt you come home to tea, Joe didnt you know there was some pig cheer?

Bit of a row up at the works. Didnt you know?

Bless us and save us, no! cried Mrs Banks, nearly dropping the teapot, and hurrying to her husbands side. Youre not hurt, Joe?

Not a bit, lass. Give us a buss.

Mrs Banks submitted ungraciously to a salute being placed upon her comely cheek, and then, satisfied that no one was hurt, she proceeded to fill up the pot, and resumed her taciturn behaviour.

Owd womans a bit popped, said Joe to himself. Then aloud, Wheers Daisy?

Thats what I want to know, said Mrs Banks, tartly. Wheers Daisy? Theres no keeping the girl at home now-a-days, gadding about.

Is she up at the House? said Joe. I suppose so, said Mrs Banks; and, mark my words, Joe, no good ll come of it. Its your doing, mind.

Nonsense, nonsense, old woman. Whats put you out? Come, lets have some supper; Im bout pined.

Then begin, said Mrs Banks. Not wiout you, my lass, said Joe, winking at the great broad-faced clock, as much as to say, Thatll bring her round.

I dont want any supper, said Mrs Banks. More dont I, then, said Joe, with a sigh; and he got up, took off his coat, and then began to unlace his stout boots.

Bless and save the man! wheer are you going? exclaimed Mrs Banks.

Bed, said Joe, shortly. Tired out.

Whats the use o me having sausages cooked and hot ready for you if you go on that a way, Joe?

I cant eat sausages wiout a smile wi em for gravy, said Joe, quietly, and some one to eat one too.

There, sit down, said Mrs Banks, pushing her lord roughly into his well polished Windsor chair. I dont know whats come to the man.

Come home straange and hungry, said Joe, smiling; and the next minute, on Mrs Banks producing a steaming dish of home-made sausages from the oven, Joe began a tremendous onslaught upon them, after helping his wife, and putting a couple of the best on a plate.

Just put them i the oven to keep hot for Daisy, wilt ta, my lass? said Joe.

She wont want any supper, said Mrs Banks, tartly, but she placed the plate in the oven all the same, and after pouring out some tea, set the teapot on the hob.

But she may, my lass, she may, said Joe. Now, tell us whats wrong, he continued, with his mouth full, after pouring a large steaming cup of tea down his capacious throat.

Tom Podmores been here, said Mrs Banks. Only just gone. Didnt you meet him?

No, said Joe. Didnt he say nowt about the row?

Not a word, said Mrs Banks, looking up. Was he in it?

Just was, said Joe. Saved me and the Maister from being knocked to pieces amost. Hes a good plucky chap, is Tom.

Yes, and nicely he gets treated for it, said Mrs Banks, hotly.

Who treats him nicely? said Joe, with half a slice of bread and butter disappearing.

You Daisy everybody.

Self included, my lass! said Joe. He allus was a favourite of yours.

Favourite, indeed! said Mrs Banks. Joe, mark my words Itll come home to Daisy for jilting him as shes done; and, as I told him to-night, hes a great stupid ghipes to mind anything about the wicked, deceitful girl.

Here, have some more sausage, mother; its splendid; and dont get running down your own flesh and blood.

Own flesh and blood! cried Mrs Banks. Im ashamed of her.

No, youre not, lass, said Joe, with a broad grin. Thourt as proud of her as a she peacock wi two tails. Now, lookye here, lass; youve took quite on that Daisy should have Tom. Well, hes a decent young fellow enew, and if shed liked him I should ha said nowt against it, but then she didnt.

She dont know her own mind, said Mrs Banks.

Oh yes, she do, said Joe, smiling, quite well; and so does some one else. The Missus has fun it out.

Mrs Glaire?

Yes, the Missus. She sent for me to-day to speak to me about it.

What, about her boy coming after our Daisy?

About Mr Richard Glaire, maister o Doomford Foundry, taking a fancy to, and having matrimonial projects with regard to his foremans daughter, said Joe, pompously.

Well! exclaimed Mrs Banks, eagerly; and does she like it?

Well er er er shes about for and again it, said Joe, slowly.

Now that wont do, Joe, exclaimed Mrs Banks. You cant deceive me, and Im not going to be put aside in that way. I know as well as if Id ha been theer that she said she didnt like.

Well, what does it matter about what the women think? Dick I mean Maister Richard Glaires hard after her.

And means to marry her? said Mrs Banks.

Marry her? Of course. Didnt Baxter, of Churley, marry Jane Kemp? Didnt Bill Bradby, as was wuth fifty thousand, marry Polly Robinson of Toddlethorpe, and make a real lady of her, and she wasnt fit to stand within ten yards o my Daisy.

Yes, go on, said Mrs Banks. Thats your pride.

Pride be blowed, its only a difference in money. Richard Glaires only my old fellow-workmans son, and Daisys my daughter, and I can buy her as many silk frocks, and as many watches, and chains, and rings as any lady in the land need have, said Joe, angrily, as he slapped his pocket. I aint gone on saving for twenty years for nowt. She shant disgrace him when theyre married.

Yes, Joe, thats your pride, said Mrs Banks.

Go it, said Joe, angrily, tant away tant tant tant. I dont keer.

Its your pride, thats what it is. When she might marry a decent, honest, true-hearted lad like Tom, whos worth fifty Richard Glaires an insignificant, stuck-up dandy.

Dont you abuse him whose bread you eat, said Joe.

I dont, said Mrs Banks. Its his mothers and not his. I believe he soon wouldnt have a bit for himself, if it wasnt for you keeping his business together. Always sporting and gambling, and fooling away his money.

Well, if I keep it together, its for our bairn, isnt it? said Joe.

And hes no better than he should be.

You let him alone, said Joe, stoutly. All young men are a bit wild fore theyre married. I was for one.

Its a big story, Joe, said Mrs Banks, indignantly. You wasnt, or I shouldnt ha had you.

Joe winked at the clock again, and laughed a little inside as he unbuttoned another button of his vest the second beginning at the top to keep count how many cups of tea he had had.

Its my opinion, said Mrs Banks, that

Howd thee tongue, wilt ta? cried Joe. Heres the lass.

Daisy entered as he spoke, looking very pale and anxious-eyed, hastened through the kitchen, and went upstairs to take off her hat and jacket.

Just you make haste down, miss, said Mrs Banks, tartly.