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FORGE AND FURNACE;
THE ROMANCE OF A SHEFFIELD BLADE.
A PAIR OF BROWN EYES.
Thud, thud. Amidst a shower of hot, yellow sparks the steam hammer came down on the glowing steel, shaking the ground under the feet of the master of the works and his son, who stood just outside the shed. In the full blaze of the August sunshine, which was, however, tempered by such clouds of murky smoke as only Sheffield can boast, old Mr. Cornthwaite, acclimatized for many a year to heat and to coal dust, stood quite unconcerned.
Tall, thin, without an ounce of superfluous flesh on his bones, with a fresh-colored face which seemed to look the younger and the handsomer for the silver whiteness of his hair and of his long, silky moustache, Josiah Cornthwaite's was a figure which would have arrested attention anywhere, but which was especially noticeable for the striking contrast he made to the rough-looking Yorkshiremen at work around him.
Like a swarm of demons on the shores of Styx, they moved about, haggard, gaunt, uncouth figures, silent amidst the roar of the furnaces and the whirr of the wheels, lifting the bars of red-hot steel with long iron rods as easily and unconcernedly as if they had been hot rolls baked in an infernal oven, heedless of the red-hot sparks which fell around them in showers as each blow of the steam hammer fell.
Mr. Cornthwaite, whose heart was in his furnaces, his huge revolving wheels, his rolling mills, and his gigantic presses, watched the work, familiar as it was to him, with fascinated eyes.
"What day was it last month that Biron turned up here?" he asked his son with a slight frown.
This frown often crossed old Mr. Cornthwaite's face when he and his son were at the works together, for Christian by no means shared his father's enthusiasm for the works, and was at small pains to hide the fact.
"Oh, I'm sure I don't remember. How should I remember?" said he carelessly, as he looked down at his hands, and wondered how much more black coal dust there would be on them by the time the guv'nor would choose to let him go.
A young workman, with a long, thin, pale, intelligent face, out of which two deep-set, shrewd, gray eyes looked steadily, glanced up quickly at Mr. Cornthwaite. He had been standing near enough to hear the remarks exchanged between father and son.
"Well, Elshaw, what is it?" said the elder Mr. Cornthwaite with an encouraging smile. "Any more discoveries to-day?"
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