The Van Buren press. [volume] (Van Buren, Ark.) 1859-1914, 1878-03-19

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has given me so much sympa by in m,
work, Uncle Mare. feeling, AS do, thai
the possession Of great wealth is but ;
stewardship"
" And so won your love"
I" My respect and admiration, uncle
| cannot yet realize that man so noble
and 50 good can really desire my com
panlonship and help in his life But
since he does, | am glad and proud to
have won his confidence.
Iem-yos Enthusiastic, but heart
whole.' was Mr.. Wilkinson's mental
comment. " Suppose YOU aud go for
Il walk 2 he added aloud.
A walk p Mile said in a tone OF
surprise.
Yes. | have friend ortwo should
like to have you see. Whsn we come
back, | will tell you why siciisike Cyril
Ormsby, ill., he added, mentally, you
have not already found him out"
1t was not exactly such walk as one
have mapped out for a gentleman's invi
tation to a young and beautiful girl but
Mile follow its course, leaning upon
her guardian S arm, wondering little,
but never hestating, past the respectable
portion Of the city. to quarter known
as 9 Factory Row. a place where Mr..
Wilkinson had never before allowed his
ward to go. For there were apt to be
fevers and contagious diseases lurking
there. 1t lay low, and was unhealthy,
and the houses were of the meanest de-
scription.
=" For noble philanthropist, partly
owning these factories and this quarter,
Mr.. Ormsby seems negleetful," said Mr..
Wilkinson, dryly. " have an interest
in the factories, as you are aware, but do
not own one Of these wretched houses.
They are all Cyril Ormsby's."
but" Mile said eagerly, "these PEG
pie will not let him benefit them. They
use his charity for drink they abuse any
privilege he gives them, till he is discour-
aged in his efforts to do them any good"
"Oh step in herer'
1t was poor place, seantily furnish
ed, and cheerless. Upon cot bed
woman lay, in the last stages of con.
sumption. She looked up eagerly to Mr.
Wilkinson.
81 hope you are BETTER" he said,
kindly.
No, | shall never be better If l
may only die in peace it is all | ask"
Mr.. Ormsby will not disturb you,
now !"
"Jennie has gone to him Yesterday
he sent word that if the rent was pot
ready at II to-day, out we must 90. I've
paid it regularly for five years, but he
don't think of that. All Jennie's made
the last month she has had to pay for
taa14 AZ * sn.l ), 'hH'e hn. ; { 2 a. J.,
w." W fiaGWb you 49, I'll OfmSDy
"Thirty shiIings''
And if he is not paid to day, he will
put you out into The street to die 2
" He says the work house is the place
for paupers "
At this moment slim, pale girl of 10
came in, CRYING bitterly,
il" Mr.. Wilkinson was out, she began
and then, seeing her visitor, she cried,
eagerly, "Oh, Mr.. Wilkinson, you will
not let mother be put in the street. III
pay you every penny, sir, if only you IL
wait till she's better, aud | can get my
full time to work y
"Have you seen Mr. Ormsby, to day,
Jennie ?" the old gentleman asked.
Yes, sir, He said he had no time to
hear any whining The agent will be
here at u, and if the money is not paid,
he will put us out
MAY !"
/" Just as you please, my dear Per
haps this dying woman, or her child, VIII
drink up your charity"
Z" Hush, hush -
So teDderly, so delicately Mile gave
her charity, that there WAS only deepest
gratitude awakened without the CALLING
sense of obligation. She left more TIA Ii
sufficient for some weeks, and promised
to send delcacies for the invalid.
No word Of herself passed her lips
until they wereonce more in the narrow
street.
ooh, Uncle Mare" she said, " can il
be true that he is so hard, false to me y
Watt was the brief reply
They went into the wide courtyard in
whose space stood the four great iacto-
ries, the Joint property of Marcus WIKI
inson and Cyril Ormsby, long before di-
vided by the entirely opposite manage
ment of these two into two distinct apart
ments-one entirely under the control of
the elder, the other of the younger man.
Wilkinson's absurd soft hearted
ness" as Cyril mentally characterized it,
had made this division absolutely neces
sary,
But it was not into his own kindly go
verned, well-ordered departments that
Marcus Wilkinson led his ward. lie
turned into a small room, where pale
man was husily writing, and at the same
time overlooking II long room, where
about 70 girls were at work before busll,
whirling machinery.
Good morning, Watkins the old
gentlemen said 81 was in hopes thai
you were taking holiday"
q" Thank you, sir" was the reply in
detected tone :" can't well quit work
sir There's the wife aud six little ones
you see
Have you told Mr.. Ormsby, the doc
tor says your life depends upon few
weeks of rest and pure air?
" Yes, air. He's not keeping me; bu'
he SAYS if 90, he must I'LL my place
and that means starvation for my family
| could never get another situation, a
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