To Him That Hath

epartment of his plant. He was, moreover, too just a man to allow any of his workmen to suffer for failures not the

l deal with as I have always dealt with it in my business. The other matter-" Mr. Maitland paused, then proceeded with grave deliberation, "I mus

ly searching his fa

or your aims and purposes in this Grievance Committee business of yours. If you want a steady job with a

with grave steady gaze

sh?" said Maitland, nett

eid," he said in a

yourself accordingly. Good-day," s

ill stood

," said Maitland, glancin

McNish in a voice quiet and respectful and apparently, except for

and shortly, as the

eat is naething tae me. As tae yere job, A want it and A want tae get on, but A'm a free man the noo an' a

at looking at

he said to himself, "but what's his g

l. He found McNish running one of the larger circular saws, and none too deftly. He stood

He seized the levers and, eliminating an unnecessary

" he said. "Ye'll h

aid Maitland, not a litt

enly. "A dinna ken-I don't know saws of this

id Maitla

ed McNish with unm

nch, eh? What sort

ounter work. A wasna

called the

while, Powell, will you?

the foreman he found that he was nowhere to be seen,

r work, McNi

of the mill where some fine

said, pointing to a

n his hands, ran his finger along

cNish hastily. "Ma

His experienced eye detected easil

sh went to a pile of finished work and from it selected a sm

r," he said. "Yes

of the workmen at

this, Gibbo

job, I think,

as due two weeks ago." Maitland turned impatiently toward an old

ed over the differe

chants' Bank jo

g this up?" enquired

think I heard Mr. Perrotte asking about that two or three

o your saw, McNish

ion. At Gibbon's bench he paused. "Ye'll no pit onything pa

th woods of different kinds. He knew them standing in all their matchless grandeur, in the primeval forest and had followed them step by step all the way to the finished product. Never without a heart pang did he witness a noble white pine, God's handiwork of centuries, come crashing to earth through the meaner growth beneath the chopper's axe. The only thing that redeemed such a deed from sacrilege, in his mind, was to see the tre

ker in wood. He cares nothi

e, Dad," said Jack,

laughing matter," said

esponsible, downwright lazy beggar. What he needs, as my Colonel used to profanely say, is 'a good old-fashioned Sergeant-Major to knock hell out of him'. And, believe

miss him, as that infernally efficient and coolheaded

give me a picturesque account. But I would not hesitate, Dad. Kick Tony a goo

that," said his father, gre

hasn't the instinct for team play. He hasn't the idea of responsibility for the team. He gets so that he can not make him

ll never make a foreman," said Mr. Maitland dec

as a prince of half-backs, you know, but I had regularly to kick him about before every bi

e should handle one of his men. Were it not for the letter in the desk at his hand he would have made sh

at Tony's devilment has take

The mill is strewn with the wreckage of unfulfilled orders. He has no sense of time value. To-morrow is as good as to-day, next week as this week. A foreman without a sense of time value is no good. And he does not value material. Was

ed indeed, I suggest, 'Wait and see.' Meantim

ng be postponed. None knew better than Tony himself that he was no foreman; none so well that he loathed the job which had been thrust upon him by the father of the man whom he had carried out from the very mouth of hell. It was something to his credit that he loathed himself for accepting the position. Yet, with irresponsible p

outer office, still

n gravity, "please have your s

pantomime the presence of the chief in the inner office. He might as effecti

he girl. "All right, proceed. 'Dear Mr. Maitland:' Got that?

Tony," implor

ved him

ve you g

d into the office. Tony rose to his feet and, bowing wi

wanted to see you but wishing to save your time I was

" said Mr. Mai

t of dictating my resignatio

, Tony," said Mr. Mait

Tony, sobered and quieted by Mr. Maitland'

ce of quiet command, throwing open his

Tony, pulling himself together

y came forth, a sob

ckes," he sai

" enquired Wickes, startled

ls as me belong," and, jamming his hat

r. Maitland appeare

t young fool who has just gone out must be looked after. The boot-leggers have been taking him in tow.

order. "I always expected as how he would pull up.

to get away. And unfortunately he has some money with him,

rly indicated the action demanded. His sane judgment concurred in the demand of his men for the dismissal of his foreman. Dismissal had been rendered unnecessary by Tony's unshakable resolve to resign his position which he declared he loat

his resolve he had persisted in spite of Mr. Maitland's entreaties that he should give the thing another try, promising him all possible guidance and backing. But entreaties and offers of assi

u," he had pleaded. "I want to see you g

s beyond al

ared. "Not if you gave me the

think it over," Mr.

k Jack, he knows," was Tony's bi

had been Mr. Maitland's las

at was he to do with Tony? In Mr. Maitland's heart was the firm resolve that he wou

ckey forward out of Tony when everyone else had failed. If anyone could divert him

eport that on receiving an account of what

drew a brea

aid, turning to his work and leaving

e could set no time for it. He was his own master as to time. He had got to the stage where he could go and come pretty much as he pleased. The mother was not at all concerned as to these goings and comings of her son. He had an assur

le toward relieving the

then wild horses won't bring him nor hold him. He is no good for his old job, and you have no other ready th

geant-Major that will exact the utmost limit of obedience or make him

up, never fear, Da

had a much better thing in view, something more suitable to him, and offering larger possibilities of position and standing in the community. So much Annette confided to her mother who passed on the great news with elaborations and annotations to Captain Jack. To Captain Jack himself Annette gave little actual information. Indeed, shorn of its element of prophecy, there was little in Tony's letter that

on from her mother's wrath, whose mind had been filled up with rumours from the mills to the effect that her son had been "fired." Annette was wise enough and knew her broth

on," said Madame Perrotte in one of her

well enough Tony left of his own accord. Why should

ght upon the subj

d he not induce the bye to remain? It would be little enough if he had made him the

you speak like that. Pay back! You know, Mother, nothing could ever pay bac

k wrath. "Dat's foolish talk for sure! Dere's no man can s

ette appeasing her father. "Mother

his friend, le Capitaine Jack, an' le Capitaine, he's go five mile for fin' Tony on' de shell hole an' fetch heem to le docteur and stay wit' him till he's