Henry promised he would; but soon forgot his promise, and, having tasted blood, so to speak, was soon deep in a far more intricate puzzle, viz., how to grind large circular saws by machinery. This problem, and his steel railway clip, which was to displace the present system of fastening down the rails, absorbed him so, that he became abstracted in the very streets, and did not see his friends when they passed.
One day, when he was deeply engaged in his studio, Bayne tapped at the door, and asked to speak to him.
"Well, what is it?" said the inventor, rather peevishly.
"Oh, nothing," said Bayne, with a bitter air of mock resignation.
"Only a cloud on the peaceful horizon; that is all. A letter from Mary Anne."
"SIR,--Four of your saws are behindhand with their contributions, and, being deaf to remonstrance, I am obliged to apply to you, to use your influence.
"MARY ANNE."
"Well," said Henry, "Mary Anne is in the right. Confound their dishonesty: they take the immense advantages the Saw-grinders' Union gives them, yet they won't pay the weekly contribution, without which the Union can't exist. Go and find out who they are, and blow them up."
"What! me disturb the balmy?"
"Bother the balmy! I can't be worried with such trifles. I'm inventing."
"But, Mr. Little, would not the best way be for YOU just to stop it quietly and peaceably out of their pay, and send it to Grotait?"
Little, after a moment's reflection, said he had no legal right to do that. Besides, it was not his business to work the Saw-grinders' Union for Grotait. "Who is this Mary Anne?"
"The saw-grinders, to be sure."
"What, all of them? Poor Mary Anne!"
He then inquired how he was to write back to her.
"Oh, write under cover to Grotait. He is Mary Anne, to all intents and purposes."
"Well, write the jade a curt note, in both our names, and say we disapprove the conduct of the defaulters, and will signify our disapproval to them; but that is all we can do."
This letter was written, and Bayne made it as oleaginous as language permits; and there the matter rested apparently.
But, as usual, after the polite came the phonetic. Next week Henry got a letter thus worded:--
"MISTER LITL,--If them grinders of yores dosent send their money i shall com an' fech strings if the devil stans i' t' road.
MOONRAKER."
Mr. Little tossed this epistle contemptuously into the fire, and invented on.
Two days after that he came to the works, and found the saw grinders standing in a group, with their hands in their pockets.
"Well, lads, what's up?"
"Mary Anne has been here."
"And two pair of wheel-bands gone."
"Well, men, you know whose fault it is."
"Nay, but it is ---- hard my work should be stopped because another man is in arrears with trade. What d'ye think to do, Governor? buy some more bands?"
"Certainly not. I won't pay for your fault. It is a just claim, you know. Settle it among yourselves."
With this he retired to his studio.
When the men saw he did not care a button whether his grindstones revolved or not, they soon brought the defaulters to book. Bayne was sent upstairs, to beg Mr. Little to advance the trade contributions, and step the amount from the defaulters' wages.
This being settled, Little and Bayne went to the "Cutlers' Arms," and Bayne addressed the barmaid thus, "Can we see Mary Anne?"
"He is shaving."
"Well, when she is shaved, we shall be in the parlor, tell her."
In a moment or two Grotait bustled in, wiping his face with a towel as he came, and welcomed his visitors cordially. "Fine weather, gentlemen."
Bayne cut that short. "Mr. Grotait, we have lost our bands."
"You surprise me."
"And perhaps you can tell us how to get them back."
"Experience teaches that they always come back when the men pay their arrears."
"Well, it is agreed to stop the sum due, out of wages."
"A very proper course."
"What is it we have got to pay?"
"How can I tell you without book? Pray, Mr. Little, don't imagine that I set these matters agate. All I do is to mediate afterward.
I'll go and look at the contribution-book."
He went out, and soon returned, and told them it was one sovereign contribution from each man, and five shillings each for Mary Anne.
"What, for her services in rattening us?" said Little, dryly.
"And her risk," suggested Grotait, in dulcet tones.
Little paid the five pounds, and then asked Grotait for the bands.
"Good heavens, Mr. Little, do you think I have got your bands?"
"You must excuse Mr. Little, sir," said Bayne. "He is a stranger, and doesn't know the comedy. Perhaps you will oblige us with a note where we can find them."
