The workingman's advocate. [volume] (Chicago [Ill.]) 1864-1877, 1870-10-08

sbsr end quill pen and an old ink stand
as a substitute dsd happen to write an
article commenting on the atrocious muslers
committed in the coal mountains, and HON
this simple circumstance, those fellows Ihink
that am ready to load up our raft With
series Of trades against the miners Il am
sorry to admit that several communications
have been published in the DAILY - con-
cerring them; but as am not responsible
for the opinions of their writers. am
neither to blame for, nor to be credited with
them. These communications, / have no
doubt, were written at the instigation Of the
coal men Of our city and of those Sehuyl-
kill companies; and about them at the pres
ent time | am inclined to have many misgiv-
1 ings If men are robbed and murdered in
the mountains, can not any Of the gangs OF
ruf1ians that iniest the city accomplish such
deeds and then return to the city with the.f
booty, and leave the blame with the minDrs
who seem &c have to live hard and work
hard, toby gosh if am to believe
my own ears"
Our friend now takes the handkerchief
from bis temples, and exposes the whole Of
handsome face and a well formed head
He stands on bis legs and reaches a bel
line, which be jerks a couple Of times, ant
as be does so, we cannot but admire bis Sc
ure, be is so we'll made up in every possible
way There seems TO be much hard work
in him, and there is no lack Of capacity t
perform il, and firing it to daylight.
He sits down again and pulls a drawer
from under the leaf Of the table, from which
be takes a few sheets Of closely writer
manuscript. Presently, to answer the sum
mons Of the bell, boy enters the door.
"Hero, John, take these to the foreman
aud tell him to look over them carefully be
fore be sends them to press. don't fee
we'll There, 40 and Shut that outer door
When IT, door is shut on the departing
boy, our friend throws himself YEARLY on t
a Grecian couch and applies the white hand
kerehief to bis throbbing temples. HIS lip
move as If Ne uttered short prayer, an
then be appears as if in a state of repose
at least be does 80 to a common eye. Thi
much we must admit. a. he lies there
becomes insensible to the humdrum of hu
f man voices, ana the pattering Of huma
feet, and the rafting Of vehicles and stree
cars, and ringing Of bells down in the street
50 many feet below the open window. Ths
figure resting on that Grocian couch is nc
: troubled with any Of those things just at thi
moment. If any thing troubled him in Ia
world, what can it be but certain thing
which have already been limited az, thing
which no editor Of daily paper shoul
place on his stomach Just before writing a
article which Is to appear on the followin
morning; an article that Is may be TO electr
fy whole country.
All but what is this The door open
and the door closes silently and softly; q
influence pervades the whole room; a Dol
tcntious body appears before the Grecia
couch, and in a voice of a awfully porten
tlous nature, says:
"Your name is --; you are ed
tor of the DAILY -; md am the goo
Genie Of the miners of Schuylkill county
I Pennsylvaoia-FoLLow ME!r'
The reader leave to himself, while
must attend to "Mr Editor"
Follow him. indeed alack, poor Mr.
\ Editor; follow him why be goes of
! through the open window and doesn't con
descend so much as TO give you the mex
word Of Instruction. How in the world arr
( you to perform a feat like that? All! bu
that ''irtluence" operates on you, and yor
are out of the window after the good Genie
Of the coal miners. lie mounts above The
housetops; you mount above the bousetops
tie sweeps around the great city in circle;
you sweep around the great city il a circle.
tie sees in the great city all it contains, and
yon see in the great city all il contains, and
you shudder, and you try to shut your eyes,
and You try to groan, you feel so much
adherence for one ci1Ss Of your race and
80 much pity for another class Of your race.
There are Your late companions. car0using
in a den Of infamy. Yondcr are some
poor wretches huddled up ia a corner O.
another den, on a straw mattrass dying, d..
/ ing for lack Of norsel Of that abundance.
Mr.. Editor, which you have crushed into
your unfortunate stomach | don't envy
your feelings! But, Mr.. Editor, /, gu are
in measure comforted when you see those
little ministers Of grace towering above tb 4
lowly mattrass, with torch ready lighted
to light those souls that are 80 soon to de-
part from tbs earth, through the darkness.
that surrounds you, and get them away "
into other regions, where there is no hun
ger
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