The anti-monopolist. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1874-1878, 1875-12-09
How on earth did it


lived with the family, man and boy for
nearly eighty years; his reverence for the
Knickerbocker blood is as strong as his
faith in the New Testament, and now in his
old age he is compelled to serve mistress
whose name he does not know. Now per
haps there is chance that the secret may
be discovered
Alas! no. George Vandaburgh quench
es his African with glance.
'sJacob, attend to your business. Put the
cigars on the table, and CO."
Il beg your pardon, George" begins Mr..
Raymond, as soon as they are alone.
You need not, Jack. Mrs. George Van
derburgh is-Mrs. George Vanderburgh,
and for the quidnuncs Of society that is
enough. But you, old friend, companion OF
my boy hood, and truest hearted of men. shall
hear the story if you like
Not unless you like
'sBut do"
Then the cigars were lighted, and the two
young men settle themselves comfortably IN
their chairs, the one to hear and the other
to tell a story.
CHOW, Jack, if you have an imagination,
fancy how the bones Of all my Dutch ances-
tors must shake when | announce that the
last Of their line has married woman
whose name was Smith.
Smith
Either that or none. Do you know any
| thing of New England, JACKIE
| "Haye heard Of the place-the land OF
| wooden nutmegs. There is a small settle
ment on the coast called Boston, where the
people eat Greek roots instead of bread and
butter, and where they manufacture tran
scendental theology quite as remarkable In
its way as the Calvinism it replaces"
EXACTLY. But New Hampshire is the
scene of my small love-story. 1t was at the
foot of one Of those glorious granite noun
tains picked up my daisy, my Margaret,
my pearl. You remember the summer when
you sailed for Europe. The same week re-
ceived commands from the imperial Judith
to follow her to Saratoga, or rather she IN
simulated that my presence there would give
her pleasure. took the hint, and followed,
and after the manner of other devotees be-
fore the altar of fashion we exchanged the
manotonous WEAKNESS of fashionable life IN
New York for second edition of the same
thiag at a waterlng-place. We danced ana
we rode and we walked. | was imperial
Judith's devoted cavalier. had quite made
up my mind to lay my hand and fortune at
the lady's feet; and although felt 1t would
not do to cucumber her with my heart, as
she had never displayed the smallest inter-
est in that part of my personary, 1t never
theless pleased my fancy TO think OF the
queen-like grace with which she would pre-
side over the Inequalities of the Wander
bureh mansion, and concluded to be salts
| fed.
/ s.D,
toward the springs, the fair hand of royal
Judith lying on my arm, sence OF the I'm
portance of the step was about to take be-
gan to Cypress me. | felt a longing tor
few weeks of perfect peace and quiet before
| undertook the manifest responsibility OF
married man. Business became my excuse,
and in the afternoon fled toward the east,
only a couple of hundred miles, and found
myself in little New England town lying
at the base of great peaceful looking noun
tain. The landlord OF the cozy little hotel
a small building all white paint and green
blinds, received me very gracioasely; and
liked the old man immensely in spite of the
fact that his hair stood on end when asked
him for a sherry cobbler. / spent the night
there, and in the morning the old gentle
man offered me his horse and fishing rods
to help me pass away the time, and then
suggested that perhaps would like to WIS.,
it the mills.
..Dy the end Of the first day l exhausted
the horse and the fish, ana bored myself
pretty thoroughly. and on the next morning
determined to try the mills. Did you eve
see a cotton mill. one of those enormous res
brick structure seeking with steam and hea
and dampness and horrid noises. saw tn
proprietor and he took me through tn
building looked at the great loom, tn
whizzng spindles, and all the ingcniou
machinery which man has devised to suppl
the necessity for clothing brought about b
the transsressions of Eve; but what most at
tracted my attention was the pale faces {
the operatives standing about those terribl
machines; the children, prematurely oil
and haggard. breathing that terrible dus
I and sweltering in that awful heat Al
Jack, New England has freed her slaves
the cotton fields; now let her look to the CO
!. ton mills.
al passed through the files of langui
n children and weary women on my way
the office. where the proprietor offered n
:, a chair. As set down l was in one corn'
: of the room a small figure bending over
> great pile of business-like books She turf
: ed her head as her employer spoke to n
= and saw another pale face so pale. so ge
, tie, with great violet eyes that seemed
: ask everything they rested upon. Why
r l so happy: The same eyes, Jack. my DO
' that smiled at you so brightly over yo'
:. dinner. half an hour ago"
: Not factory girl
l. ssNot exactly: one Of those girls you 81
7e so often in New England. thoroughly educ
is ted and lady-hke, but impelled by neces'
ty to work She was Employed rs assista
r book keeper by the great firm Of Watson
ne Co., tina, owned the mills. All at once Jae
Il became interested in Gotten. used
of haunt the great shrieking Bedlam Of . mi
is investigated all the processes 1t g
a. through from the time it enters the MILL
great fluffy bales till it goes out in smoo
be white muslin. l Think the proprietors to
me for dry goods clerk or politician
.rs became so learned thai l knew all
| -~~Ias fam, rauer cnmhric to SheNtlu