The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1876-04-13

talK Win me ABOUT Wn&t you ealQ.
One OF the fgures disappeared i
the darker shade Of the mill. Tht
former paused = :4,omert, as if gaz
ing asser its late eohpaaion, and ther
glided { straight Sc, I'D along i:
path le.dinE t.t4he narrow bridge
across the tcanal!: The girl was not
walking rapidly; md; as she niear,ed
the frail structure she saw another
form, clad similarly to herself, seated
an the ,asoaeeoping Of the hank. She
wonld< have passed it unconsciously;
but for the fact !tllatl5a long ray Of
light; possibly from !: Joes !, ] lantern,
shining through ono Of; the Window
pf The mill, fell, By chance, directly
By this obieqt,I The face showed
plsinly ia s4 tie dist.et reflection, #: and
Mary reoeepizedit: a.:
I".Aggie r. nd she, .vhat Z! are Y! you
doing out heFe r,,il.a IL the q eolSa| 3 & r ..:.
"Oh! how you frightened me
Have you just got through work! I
thought you were at the house long
aeo.'' i '" T.,
The speaker was q girl smaller in
stature and younger in her tone and
manner than tho one whom she ad-
dressed. In the darkness Of a No
vember evening in New England,
shea appeared only a shadow, pc
tite and round, if dim outlines. could
be trusted to give an accurate token ;
and as her taller companion enyel-
ope9 her with dusky and indefinite
arm, the gesture itself told of q set
element Of afectionate protection,
which, doubtless, q fuller light would
have displayed!.in the couptenapce.:
!":We'll 60 there together said the
taller, gathering the little figure, clos:
er to her. What do. you want to
come out here alone in the dark for p
II had been here but a. minute,
. and I was thinking, MARY, I might
as we'll tell you ,now-all the help
YIN know i to,morrox-;4they are 81
ipg to send of half the hands next
teek, .nl'd r:ln ;the mill FL / ,on . short time,
There, now, int that just. nv y., Luck, V (,
Is soon I as I'd got a good place; and
~fhther's out Of work, too, down to
:; the fails and mothers sick"
. The breyity Of this statement by no
means measured it's vast import. To
diminish production one-half meant
want and suffering to at least three
hundred whose wages came from Ia
=Borin the granite mill, possibly t.
lboth the companions who now discuss
'edahe event. 1t was apersonal mat
.terzso'each far i; beyond the laws -oi
demand and supply which regulate
tho movements of corporations. Ful.
ly realizing what this implied, the
cheelfulness, Of the elder eirlG Was
compelled by the considerateness Of
love as she responded: :
r "Well, you won't have to go; Ag.
gle, I don't believe. 'Tisn't likely
no way at all"
!: TYes, I shall, said the other I'm
lone Of the new help, and they will 60
first. You are safe enough, but !
don't know what I shall do. 1 can't
90 home"
!, II don't believe it," said the tall.
er.
j II know it's So"
y "Who told your"
"Joe Durham. He's one Of the
night watchmen, you >know," " said the
little figure, .with:a oertainhesitation.
q His boss told him :Kilpsttick ckgot the
order hom ths 'eitylas4t ~ lzeel''t@' xeelk: ~
"Joe should have told me,": the
other began under her breath. Blu.
who was this, to whom Joe had gone
With bis chatter Of: freshest: gossip,
while she herself was put Off with d
hurried :meetingi Her only: friend
in the throng Of mill operatives that
swarmed about her. The one whom
she had chosen to protect and love,
and to share in every secret except
the single great mystery that Of: late
had oppressed her soul with mingled
happiness and fear. She was true to
Aggie and Joe must be loyal to her,
The two were an she had, and she
bravely conquered the pang of sus.
picion that was about to End a voice
in words.
Mr.. Wilson was quite alone in the
world. :. Time was when the Wilson's
were the great t:'n';;y "f that region;
For three generation Wilson. had
preached Calvanistic theology from
the l' pulpit. Of ithe1 old white church
that now stood, :lte'e brown ! 4 and disman
tied, deserted for = more lively edi
fee, in: the center of the new town
About this Hing traditions in iii O
which the Wilson's bad part. . III,
older inhabitants stilt chuckled ant
wagged their heads when they tole
the STORY Of the Squire Wilson whit
espoused the patriotic cause, whil'
his brother, the doctor Of divinity, re
mained = stout tory. How, whe,
the latter read from the pulpit til,
thanksgiving proclamation, "Go<