The Wyandot pioneer. (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1853-1868, 1868-11-05
From the New York Ledger.
DID JONES DREAM TT.
BY MARY KYLE DALLAS.

together. Like the mouse in the
fable, they "dined sumtuously eve
ry day. but lunch was even sumtu-
Gus. They had rprivate parlor to
themselves. and were attended by a
.dionified waiter. They looked eN
ceedingly comfortable, albeit Brown
had just declared that they were
"ruining themselves" which seem
ed apity.
ave are, as firm, extravagant,"
said Brown. s'Not as men-oh, no
but as firm
"Prove it, said Jones.
Out came Browns papers, and he
proved it. Never having been re-
duced to tie horrible position of
making shirts for living, l cannot
tell you just the least it is possible
to force a sewing woman to starve
en-; whatever it is, the firm ofBrown
q Jones imprudently gave their
hands little more.
s'Puffer & Clack," "''Pious& Good"
and dozen other firms had cut
down their wages months before,
and here were their fed, over
clothed, too we'll housed, too happy
work people making at least a shill-
ing more a day with Brown &Jones
than they could with any one else.
1T is simply ruinous. sir" said
Brown, we mnst reduce our wages.
It can make very little difference to
the hands-very little, not two dol
lars apiece to them and about one t.
the women in week, while it's q
little fortune thrown away for us
Waiter, a bottle Of wine, The best,
and some Of those hot-house peach
es. No, as I said before. Mr.. Jones
personally, we are not extravagant,
but, as firm, VIC shall be the jest
and by-word Of the city. Our men
are making ten dollars q week and
our women five: monstrous.
Yes" said Mr.. Jones, eve must
do it. l suppose" and Mr.. Jones
sighed, for he had been poor boy
once. Something tugged at his
heart strings. perhaps it was the
memory Of the old mother who had
made shirts for living. and Of the
wretchod garret home where they
had starved together; but these were
things he never mentioned to any
one. Brown was the business man
Of tue firm. too "a smart man, not
to be deferred from heaping TIP d
fortune by the groans of screwed
down" working people. To say to
Brown that it would be hard on
them, would be folly.
But the wine and bot house peach
es lost their favor, and Mr.. Jones
allowed Mr.. Brown to discuss them
himself. He rested his forehead on
his hand and shut his eyes and tried
to drive away such thoughts as
these. God has given me so much
and them so little / waste on tri
fles what they need for bread. My
wife's laces would more than clothe
whole families II shall never
want. and yet to heap up more thou
sands 1 make them suffer" No pro
per thoughts for business man,
weak thoughts, vain thoughts, alb
surd thoughts why, he would not
have Brown know them for worlds.
Suddenly a hand touched him,
not Browns fat fist, but q woDan's.
He looked around When Jones
was young, beloved a girA who died !;
one of those rare creatures. whose
purity and sweetness have no blem-
ish. He had used to think that God
had took her because she was to
good to live. 1t was q great grief
to him to lose her, but afterwards he
was married, and she had faded in
to a sweet dream. This, who touch
ed him was very like her. So like,
that the rsan had to remember that
his old love had been dust and ash
es for years, before he could believe
it was not her. She smiled on him,
He arose and made bow.
.ssI don't ask you to excuse me for
speaking to you,'' she said Il belong
to an order. [ am privileged.
have a favor to ask Of YOU
Any thing that 1 can do, said
Jones, trembling, and no oicing for
tie first time her dress. which bore
a likeness to that OF the Sisters OF
Charity.
"Come with me them said the
woman, and she gave him her hand.
People do not usually walk hand
in hand in New York, but, no one
seemed to notice them. Indeed nc
one seemed to see them. All sorts OF
mystic creeps and thrills ran up from
the hand the woman held through
his arm into the very heart of the
very man who walked beside her
Fifth Avenue was beautiful in the
fading twilight rolled
rolled down its midst; pedestrians
sauntered along its pavements; mu
sic crept from between lace curtains
tokens Of gaiety, and feastin an;l
pleasure-seeking abounded; but the
manufacturer look at the till sweet
face of the woman who led him as
though he had been blind. through
the glittering stream of life an6
movement.
/ "Will you tell me who you are p
he asked at last. =
"Call me Mercy said the wo-
man.
'And where are we going?'' ask
Jones.
"To see the people who work fol
Pious and Good, who were, yor
know, the first to cut down the wa
ges," said the woman.
"Y-e-s,.' said Jones; "I-why-
I really"
"You are a going to follow theil
example, said Mercy, ''and i
might be well to see how charming
ly it works."