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 winter wheat, but alone with the boy, he talked only of harness making. " I don't say anything about it. What's the good bragging? Just the same, I could learn something to all the harness makers I've ever seen, and I've seen the best of them," he declared em- phatically. During the afternoon, after he had heard of the four factory-made work harnesses brought into what he had always thought of as a trade that belonged to him by the rights of a first-class workman, Joe remained silent for two or three hours. He thought of the words of old Judge Hanby and the constant talk of the new times now coming. Turning suddenly to his apprentice, who was puzzled by his long silence and who knew nothing of the incident that had disturbed his employer, he broke forth into words. He was de- fiant and expressed his defiance. " Well, then, let 'em go to Philadelphia, let 'em go any damn place they please," he growled, and then, as though his own words had re-established his self-respect, he straightened his shoulders and glared at the puzzled and alarmed boy. " I know my trade and do not have to bow down to any man," he declared. He expressed the old trades- man's faith in his craft and the rights it gave the crafts- man. " Learn your trade. Don't listen to talk," he said earnestly. ' The man who knows his trade is a man. He can tell every one to go to the devil."