Apprentices and clerks then showed a great deal of deference to their

masters, and Elder Semple demanded the full measure due to him.

Something, however, in the carriage, in the faces, in the very, tones of

his servants' voices, offended him; and he soon discovered that various

small duties had been neglected.

"Listen to me, lads," he said angrily; "I'll have nae politics mixed up

wi' my exports and my imports. Neither king nor Congress has anything

to do wi' my business. If there is among you ane o' them fools that ca'

themselves the 'Sons o' Liberty,' I'll pay him whatever I owe him now,

and he can gang to Madam Liberty for his future wage."

He was standing on the step of his high counting-desk as he spoke, and

he peered over the little wooden railing at the men scattered about with

pens or hammers or goods in their hands. There was a moment's silence;

then a middle-aged man quietly laid down the tools with which he was

closing a box, and walked up to the desk. The next moment, every one in

the place had followed him. Semple was amazed and angry, but he made no

sign of either emotion. He counted to the most accurate fraction every

one's due, and let them go without one word of remonstrance.

But as soon as he was alone, he felt the full bitterness of their

desertion, and he could not keep the tears out of his eyes as he looked

at their empty places. "Wha could hae thocht it?" he exclaimed. "Allan

has been wi' me twenty-seven years, and Scott twenty, and Grey nearly

seventeen. And the lads I have aye been kindly to. Maist o' them have

wives and bairns, too; it's just a sin o' them. It's no to be believed.

It's fair witchcraft. And the pride o' them! My certie, they all looked

as if their hands were itching for a sword or a pair o' pistols!"

At this juncture Neil entered the store. "Here's a bonnie pass, Neil;

every man has left the store. I may as weel put up the shutters."

"There are other men to be hired."

"They were maistly a' auld standbys, auld married men that ought to have

had mair sense."

"The married men are the trouble-makers; the women have hatched and

nursed this rebellion. If they would only spin their webs, and mind

their knitting!"

"But they willna, Neil; and they never would. If there's a pot o'

rebellion brewing between the twa poles, women will be dabbling in it.

They have aye been against lawfu' authority. The restraints o' paradise

was tyranny to them. And they get worse and worse: it isna ane apple

would do them the noo; they'd strip the tree, my lad, to its vera

topmost branch."




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