Part 60 (1/2)

”That's a true bill,” said Mick.

”Is there another white-livered town in the whole realm where the operatives are all working half-time, and thanking the Capitalists for keeping the mills going, and only starving them by inches?” said Devilsdust in a tone of scorn.

”That's your time of day,” said Mick.

”Very glad to see you, gentlemen,” said Mr Trotman, ”pray be seated.

There's a little baccy left yet in Mowbray, and a gla.s.s of twist at your service.”

”Nothing exciseable for me,” said Devilsdust.

”Well it ayn't exactly the right ticket, Mrs Trotman, I believe,” said Mick, bowing gallantly to the lady; ”but 'pon my soul I am so thirsty, that I'll take Chaffing Jack at his word;” and so saying Mick and Devilsdust ensconced themselves in the bar, while good-hearted Mrs Carey, sipped her gla.s.s of gin and water, which she frequently protested was a pool of Bethesda.

”Well Jack,” said Devilsdust, ”I suppose you have heard the news?”

”If it be anything that has happened at Mowbray, especially in this quarter, I should think I had. Times must be very bad indeed that some one does not drop in to tell me anything that has happened and to ask my advice.”

”It's nothing to do with Mowbray.”

”Thank you kindly, Mrs Trotman,” said Mick, ”and here's your very good health.”

”Then I am in the dark,” said Chaffing Jack, replying to the previous observation of Devilsdust, ”for I never see a newspaper now except a week old, and that lent by a friend, I who used to take my Sun regular, to say nothing of the Dispatch, and Bell's Life. Times is changed, Mr Radley.”

”You speak like a book, Mr Trotman,” said Mick, ”and here's your very good health. But as for newspapers, I'm all in the dark myself, for the Literary and Scientific is shut up, and no subscribers left, except the honorary ones, and not a journal to be had except the Moral World and that's gratis.”

”As bad as the Temple,” said Chaffing Jack, ”it's all up with the inst.i.tutions of the country. And what then is the news?”

”Labour is triumphant in Lancas.h.i.+re,” said Devilsdust with bitter solemnity.

”The deuce it is,” said Chaffing Jack. ”What, have they raised wages?”

”No,” said Devilsdust, ”but they have stopped the mills.”

”That won't mend matters much,” said Jack with a puff.

”Won't it?”

”The working cla.s.ses will have less to spend than ever.”

”And what will the Capitalists have to spend?” said Devilsdust. ”Worse and worse,” said Mr Trotman, ”you will never get inst.i.tutions like the Temple re-opened on this system.”

”Don't you be afraid Jack,” said Mick, tossing off his tumbler; ”if we only get our rights, won't we have a blowout!”

”We must have a struggle,” said Devilsdust, ”and teach the Capitalists on whom they depend, so that in future they are not to have the lion's share, and then all will be right.”

”A fair day's wage for a fair day's work,” said Mick; ”that's your time of day.”

”It began at Staleybridge,” said Devilsdust, ”and they have stopped them all; and now they have marched into Manchester ten thousand strong. They pelted the police--”

”And cheered the red-coats like blazes,” said Mick.

”The soldiers will fraternise,” said Devilsdust.