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246 Githa Sowerby
lad. Early and late you ve been at the Works work
ing working for him.
Martin. Gladly!
Janet. Now and then he give you a kind word
when you were wearied out mebbe and your thoughts
might ha turned to what other men s lives were, wi
time for rest and pleasure. You didn t see through him,
you wi your big heart, Martin. You were too near to
see, like I was till Mary came. You worked gladly
maybe but all the time your life was going into
Rutherfords your manhood into the place he s built.
He s had you, Martin, like he s had me, and all of us.
We used to say he was hard and ill-tempered. Bad to
do with in the house we fell silent when he came in
we couldn t see for the little things, we couldn t see
the years passing because of the days. And all the time
it was our lives he was taking bit by bit our lives that
we ll never get back. . . . Now s our chance at last!
He s turned us both away, me as well as you. We two
he s sent out into the world together. Free. He s done
it himself of his own will. It s ours to take, Martin
our happiness. We ll get it in spite of him. He d kill
it if he could.
The cruelty of it, that the Rutherfords never
kill with one blow : never so merciful are they. In
their ruthless march they strangle inch by inch,
shed the blood of life drop by drop, until they
have broken the very spirit of man and made him
as helpless and pitiful as Martin, a trembling
leaf tossed about by the winds.
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