The post. [volume] (Middleburg, Snyder County, Pa.) 1864-1883, 1878-04-18

MlDDAUhOI IOOs \
room, where q pale man was busily
aud at the same time over.
looking a long room, where about
seventy girls were at work before
busily whirling machinery.
"0ood morning, Watkins" the
old gentleman said. III was in
hopes you wore taking . holi;lay.'
Thank you sir T. was tho reply
in detected tone. II can't we'll
quit work, sir. There's the wife ah d
SIX little ones, you see."
"Bave you told Mr.. Ormsby the
doctor says that your life depends
upon q few weeks rest and pure
air 7"
ayes, sir. He's not keeping me /;
but he says If 1 go he must fill my
place--and that means starvation
for my family. 1 could never get
another situation, as feeble as / am
now"
"How long have you been hore,
Mr.. Watkins ?"
Seventeen years, sir. l Was With
old Dir. Ormsby before you came,
SIR"
"a faithful servant seventeen
years !" said Mr.. Wilkinson, in q
low tone land q fow weeks rest
may save his life."
At this moment Millie shrauk q
little nearer her guardian. Through
the window from which Mr.. Watkins
overlooked the loom-room, she could
SEQ Cyril Ormsby walking briskly
about, his Voice harsh aud i.npera-
tive, finding fault here aud there,
and keenly scratiniziny every itou
Of the work. Not face in the long
room was frightened by tho press
ence Of the mastes. Fingers work.
cd more rapidly, eyes were fastened
persistently upon the looms, and
every one seemed aware of the stern
task masters gazo. But Mr. Wilk-
inson obeyed the mute petition ex-
pressed in tho looks of his ward,
and led Millie out into tho wide
passages again, to another work
room.
1t were too tedious O tax to follow
every step of these two rs they pass
cd from room to room, everywhere
meeting some assurance Of Mr.
Wilkinson's own hold upon the
hearts of the hands and their
terror of Cyril Ormsby's harshness.
Out again amongst the grand
homes, where her guardian had no
control, but bestowed his kindly
charity without ostentation and
here more oloquently than ever
Millie heard how cruel o mockery
were all tho schemes Of charity and
philanthropy that had been poured
into her ears. 1t needed no spoken
words from her guardian to toll hel
that the noble words uttered to wir
her were those of hypocrisy, which
knew how it could best plead it,
cause with her.
Ono and another, turning TO Mr.
Wilkinson as to friend, unaware o
the torture Of their words to th,
kindly lady beside him, told of cruel
exactions Of work in sickness and
truble, of closest calculation of timo,
of small wages and heavy rents.
"If we won't live here and pay
wo get no work in the factories |
one said when asked why he did no
seek more healthy quarter.
81 am doing overtime to pay TO
my child's funeral" ono said, "for
lost the wages for throe days.
stayed by to SEQ hor die and to bur.
her."
II am uneasy about the rent
lanother said, for I lost o week by
fall on tho ice, and its hard making
it up again"
Not one word of kindly sympathy
or help. in trouble or sickness. Th,
"hands" under Cyril Ormsby wer
simply human machines to do o.
much work, sick or well, or pay tht
price OF an hour or day of idleness
no matter how necessary.
There was no word spoken as Mr.
Wilkinson and Millie walked to til
Office again. Once there, tho oil
gentleman spoke very gravely. "A
your guardian, Millie, I can speal
70 you no word against that Cyri
Ormsby. He is O rich man, Of goo'
social position Of irreproachabl'
moral reputation, and Q man who's
standing in business circles is OF th.
highest. A man who is o good matcl
in every worldly sense. So much
for your guardian. As your friend
Imy pearl, who loves you as you
own dead father might have love'
you, who knows every noble impuls
Of your pure soul-as that friend
II toll you would ruther see you ly
ling beside your mother than th
broken hearted wife Of such o man q
Cyril Ormsby.'
"I came to you as q friend, ss al
most father, said Millie, ''and
thank you for keeping me from Lii.
long misery. To know my husband
such 8 man as l now know Cyri
Ormsby 10 be, would as you sa
break my heart
al would not tell you eaid be
guardian, "ior you knew I dislike
him, sud might have thought tha
, dislike prejudioed me. But, Mile