The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1876-11-12

Goodman often asked himself during THESE
pensive moods. Then he consulted three ply
sicians who happened to be taking holiday
az the Branch; one of whom recommend d
iron, another cod-liver oil, while the third
doctor said "Fresh milk, sir, fresh milk"
While he was thus worried about Daisy, the
torrid, sunstroke heat of summer famed down
upon the city, and more and more people fol-
low ed his example and fled to Newport and the
White Mountains, to Saratoga and Long
Branch. But those who went away were as
drop in ocean to those who remained be-
hind. The toilers ever legion. We see
| them not, yet they are always neari toiling,
toilng aud refinement, our luxury, our
happiness. are too often the fruit of their
misery. The deeper the miner delves in the
mine, the higher towers the castle of Mammon.
So in these sutry dog days Flywheel B"b,s
spider fingers were at work tor hichatd 5000.
| mans benefit. as deity as In the depths OF
winter-no holiday for those poor hngers Yet
| not even q sigh does Bob heave, and be cares
less no W for The blessed sunshine than he did
in his baby days. when it painted golden
didst thou not go with thy mother Inere
was room enough in the pine box to have held
ye borh, and in Potter's ield thy weary BODY
would have found rest long ago.
But Bob instead of dying, lived and now
| behold him, in his eleventh year, in The heart
of this big factory, the biggest IN the metro
polls, aud the chatter and din of il are his very
| life. Oh! show him not rose, Dlisy dear;
| Keep far from his ears the cong of the birds!
| Let him be- let him be where be is! And y
| wheels and cogwheels, and all ye other pieces
of machinery. whatever name ye so by. keep
| on tucniug and rumhiug and Groanlng; Tor
| Fly wheel Bob believes with all bis beart and
soul I'll at be is one with you, that ye are Por,,
! ton of himself Break not his mad ILLUSION!
| lis the only one he has ever EN- ed. And on
the mach Nery went-on, on, or, all through
Jane, July, August, earning never go much
money before; aud the millionaire to whom 1t
| belonged would have passed never so happy a
summer (for his man eer wrote him most cheer
| ing reports), if only Daisy had been well and
cheeItIl
| twas the 1st of Saptem Der when Mr.. Good
man returned 10 New York-tbe lst of Septem-
Der; memorable day is was To be-
| Hardly had he crossed the threshold OF his
city houe when he received message which
causei him to go with all haste to the factory
What mad happened? Tne machinery had
broken Own, come TO q sudden dead pause;
and the moments stiffness which followed was
rot unlike the stiffness of the death chamber
lust after ties vital sparl. has fed, and when
| the mourners can bear their own hearts beat
ing. Then came a piercing, agon!zing cry; mp
up from Il Dor 70 floor ii shrilled And 10 Fly
wheel Bob had become u ravin< manalc, and
far ont into the street his voice conld be heard:
" u :n't let the machine stop! Dpn'6 let the
machine stop! Or! don't, oh dot't. Keep me-
going! keep ne going" Immediately the o her
operatives crowded about him; 8 few laughed,
many looked awe-stricken, while one stalWaTt
fellow tried to prevent his arms from ~inging
round like the wheel which had beenin motion
near him long. But this was not easy to do,
and the mad boy continued to scream Keep
me going, keep me going. keep me going"
until finally he sank down from utter
hsustion. Then they carried him away to his
underground home, the same dusky chamber
where he was born, and left hlm,
Bat ere long the place was thTonged with
curious people, draw n thither by his cries, and
who made sport of his crazy talk for Bob told
them that DO was q fywheel, and it was dan
perous to approach him. Then they LIT some
bits of candle, and formed ring about him. SO
as to give his arms full space to SWING. ana
no ", while his wild impish figure went spin
| ming rcurd ard Kissing amid the circle of
| fickerins lights it was weli-nigh impossl bic to
| believe that he was the same being who eleven
| years before had crept aud crowed and toddied
! about in this very spot happy babe, with Pin
| and sunbeam TO play with.
| 1t was verging towards evening when Mr.
| Goodman received the message alluded to
above; ard Daisy. after wondering Il little
| what could have called her father away at this
hour determined TO sally forth to enjoy stroll
in the avenue with Rover. Her GoVerness had
| headache and could not accompany her; but
! thus did not matter, for the child Was ten years
old ard not afraid to 90 by herself Accordingly,
oct she went. But, TO her surprise, when she
reached the sidewalk Der TT retnsed to tOllo%.
| He stood quite stIll, aud you gbt have tAuci3d
that he was revolving come project In tis
NOODLE. Come, come" said Daisy Inpa-
tieutiy. Bat the dog stirred not an inch,
nor even waCged bis tail. Aud now happened
something very interesting indeed. Rover
presently did move, but nos in the direction
which his young mistress wished-rp towards
the parii--bGt down the avenue. Nor would
he halr when she hado him, and only once did
he glance back ut her. DWELL, well, ri follow
bim," said Daisy. He likes Madison Square !;
perhaps = g l. 90 ns Jhsrc'
She was mistaken, however. Past tia Square
the poodle went, then down i. Dad say, auo on,
on, to Daisy's astouishncu6 aud grief, who
kept imploring bim to stop; and once she
caught his ear and tried to hold him back, bat
he broke loose, then proceeded at a brisker
pace taan before 80 that it necessary
almost to run in order to keep mp with him.
By and by the child really grew alarmed; Tor
she foEnd herself longer IN Broadway, but
in much mario aver street, where every other
house hsd hIllock of rubbish in front of it,
and where the stoops and sidewalks wee
crowded with sickly looking children in miser-
able garments, end who made big eyes a. at her
as she went by The ours, too yeIped at Rover,
aud one NANCY beast tried to tear eff his pretty
blue ribbon. But, albeit no coward, Rover
paused not to fght; steadily on he trotted,
notil at length he dived down hight OF
rickety steps. Daisy had to follow, for she
burst not leave hun now ; she seemed to be
miles away ftom her beautiful bone on Murray
Hall, and there as no choice left, save to trust
to her pet to guide her back when he felt in
| oil