Middletown transcript., 1878-09-14

geHGIe anu Courteous ne ls, you Wou1u
like him too. He has given me SO
much sympathy in my work, Uncle
Marc, feeling as I do, that the posses
sion of great wealth is but steward
ship"
"And SO won your love%
"My respect and admiration, uncle.
I cannot yet realize that man so no
BILE and so good can really desire. my
companionship and help in this life.
But since he does, I am glad and
proud to have won his confidence"
"Hem, Yesl Enthusiastic, but heart
Wholep was Mr.. Wilkins mental
comment. Suppose you and I go for
walk ?" he added, aloud.
ga walk" Millie said, in tone of
surprise.
eyes. 1 have friend or two 1
should like to have you see. When
we come back I will tell you why l
dislike Cyril Ormsby" ii" if" he ad-
ded mentally, "you have not already
found out"
1t was not exactly such a walk as
one would have mapped out for gen.
tleman's invitation to a young, beau
tiful girl; but Mile followed its
course, leaning upon her guardians
arm, wondering a little, but never
hesitating, past the respectable por-
ton Of the city, to quarter known as
the Factory Row." a place where
Mr.. Wilkinson had never before al
lowed his ward to go, for there were
apt to be fevers and contagious dis
eases lurking there. It lay low, and
was unhealthy, and the houses of the
meanest description.
"For a noble philanthropist, partly
owning these factories and this quar-
ter, Mr.. Ormsby seems neglectfnl,"
said Mr.. Wilkinson, dryly. "I have
an interest in the factories, as you are
aware, but do not own one of these
wretched houses. They are Cyril
Ormbsy's."
"But," Millie said, eagerly, "these
people will not let him benefit them.
They use his charity for drink; they
abuse any privileges he gives them.
till he is discouraged in his efforts to
do them any good"
"Ohl step in here.
It was a poor place, scantily fur
nished and cherries. Upon acot-bed
woman lay in the last stages of con-
sumption: She looked up eagerly to
Mr.. Wilkinson.
"I hope you. are better" he said
kindly.
"No; I shall never be better. fl
may only die in peace, it is all l ask"
"Mr. Ormsby will not disturb you
now?"
"Jennie has gone to him. Yester-
day he sent word that if the rent was
not ready to-day at twelve, out we
must go. I've paid regularly for FIVE
years, but he don't think of that. All
Jennie has made the last month has
had to pay for fire and wood. She's
but bit fifteen, 6 and be-. be-. PEI PEI IS email"
"What do you owe Cyril Ormsby"
"Thirty shillings."
"And if he is not paid to-day he
will put you out in the street to die"
"He says the workhouse is the place
for paupers."
At this moment slim, pale girl, of
fifteen, came in, crying bitterly.
"Mr. Wilkinson was OUT she be-
gan, and then seeing her visitor, she
cried eagerly, "OL: Mr.. Wilkinson,
you will not let mother be put out in
to the street. I'll pay every penny,
sir, if you will wait till she is better,
and I can get my full time to work"
Have you seen Mr.. Ormsby to-day,
Jennie ?" the old gentleman asked.
eyes, sir. He said he had no time
to hear any whining. The agent will
be here at twelve, and if the money is
not paid he will put us out
"May II" Millie whispered.
"Just as you please my dear. Per-
haps this dying woman or her child
will drink up your charity"
"Hush hush"
So tenderly, so delicately Mile
gave her charity there was only the
deepest gratitude awakened, without
the CALLING sense of obligation. She
left more than sufficient for comfort
for some weeks, and promised to send I
delicacies for the invalid. &
No word of herself passed her lips
until they were once more out of the !
narrow street.
"Oh! Uncle Mare" she said, "can 5
it be true that he is SO hard, SO false to t
me 7" /
"Wait," was the brief reply.
They went into the wide courtyard !
in whose space stood the four great :
factories, the joint property of Marcus J
Wilkinson and Cyril Ormsby, long be- J
fore divided by the entirely opposite
of these two into two dis
inct departments--one entirely under e
,he control of the elder, the other of n
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