Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1875-04-14
'leeping now, AMI will not awake

sleeping now, AMI will not awake
until morning"
With q firm s ep, and determin-
alton written on her beautiful face.
Kate Bridgely advanced to the
front entrance, and stepped upon
the porch.
A loud cry greeted her appear
ance, for the great court that ex-
tend from the mansion to the high
way swarmed with people, many Of
whom bore torches and lanterns
Courtley Dayton's employees head
ed the mob, and in the background
Kate recognized her own factory
men.
Bread! bread for our little ones
this winter! :" was the wild cry that
rang out upon the bracing October
air.
"And pray who has refused your
children breadl demanded our
heroine in tones that touched their
hearts, for she had endeared herself
to her employees by friendly visits
to their families, and now they
thought of this.
Gentleman she continued.
"tell me what you want. If you
have a spokesman, let him come
forward and lay before me for the
last time your demands-for the
last time, I say"
"Aha! she's coming to it." cried
several voices. "The flames Of
Dayton Mills have scorched her
heart"
"Your spokesman, gentleman
where is he p she said impatiently.
The next moment man emerg-
ed from the crowd, and politely
doffed his hat to the mistress Of
Bridgely Park.
The man was David Beadle.
: She eyed him until he quailed
beneath her look.
"Miss Bridgeley," he said, "your
: men have entrusted to mo recital
of their grievances. They feel
themselves oppressed on the edge
of winter, and, with the dreary
outlook before them demand an in
crease of six per cent on their
present wages"
"Suppose 1 should refuse the In
crease I" she said.
David Beadle hesitated.
"Answer me, David Beadle."
81 shudder at the consequences
attendent upon REFUSAL he said,
glancing at the magnificent house
before which he stood. ALREADY
one has suffered for stubborness."
"Citizens of Bridgeport" said
Kate, turning to q group OF well
dressed men who had followed the
mob from the burning mills, "be-
hold the instigator Of this riot"
and her hand rose from her side
until deserted David Beadle stand
ing in the broad glare of the lights.
Gentlemen, l do not accuse him
without proof. But the motive
that prompts him-let me tell it."
, "I will not listenl" cried tho
, plotter, livid with rage, turning
away. "Men, she is going to re-
: fuse you your rights. Will you"
David Beadle, stand where you
! are !" she interrupted, and the
: pistol that few from her sacque
covered his head. "Stand there
until 1 have told my noble factory
men how they have been drawn
into the pit of your scheetning."
Then a dead silence enshrouded
the scene, and in clear tone Kate
Bridgely told the story of David
> Beadle's rejection, and followed
him through the fnaEes of his plot
tings with an accuracy that as
q tonished the villain himself. v
"Men, without his words you
I would never have demanded an
: increase of wages" she said at last.
81 willingly give you four per cent
now. Hundreds of you have this
: night been thrown out of imploy@
: ment by the Vaccinations of dis
D appointed lover, but you shall not
|, suffer. My old mill is still full OF
looms; it will accommodate every
one of you, and will also give
you work until the Dayton Mills
: resume again" 1r
The revulsion of feeling was Ass
founding. Kate Bridgely had tris
urnphed.
!, The rage of the deceived ifieh
e knew no bounds, and David Beadls
Il was compelled to seek an asylum
in Bridgely Park. Kate protec-
/, ted the man who had so grossly
wronged her, and the next jiay thu
law took hold of his perscn.
n a