Bozeman avant courier. [volume] (Bozeman, Mont.) 1872-1882, 1878-05-16

and Cyril Ormsby, long before divided b
the entire opposite management Of tles
two, into two distinct experimentation
entirely under the control of the elder, tn
other of the younger man.
'Wilkinson's absurd soft-hearte(lness.
as Cyril mentally characterized it, ha
made this division absolutely necessary.
But it was not into his own kindly go,
crned, we'll ordered departments tina
Marcus Wilkinson led his ward. He turn
cd into small room, where pale ma
was busily writing. and at the same tim
overlooking a long room, where abou
seventy girls were at work before busil
whirling machinery.
Good morning. Watkins" the old gen
tleman said. Il was in hopes that yo,
were taking u holiday"
''Thank you, sir!'' was the reply. in
detected tone. Il can't we'll quit work
sir. There's the wife and six little ones
you see."
''liave you told Mr.. Ormsby the docto
says that your life depends upon few
weeks rest ana pure arr
''Yes. sir. He's not keeping me: bu
he says if 60 he must fill my place-ant
that means starvation for my family.
could never get new situation, rs tcebl'
us am now.''
''Ilow long have you been here, Mr.
Watkins?"
Seventeen years, sir. 1 was with OLE
MIR. Ormsby before you came. sir"
"A faithful servant seventeen years =
said Mr.. Wilkinson, in low tone; ''and /.
few weeks rest may save his life!'
At this moment Mile shrank It'll,
nearer her guardian. Through the win
dow from which Mr.. Watkins overlooked
the loom room, she could see Cyril Orms
by, walking briskly about, his voice harsh
and kccnly scrutinizing every item of the
work. Not face in the long room bright
ened by the presence OF the master. Fin
gers worked more rapidly, eyes were fast
ened persistcntly upon the looms, and ev
cry one seemed aware of stern t:sk-mas
ter's gaze. But Mr.. Wilkinson obj yed tht
mutc petition expressed in the looks Of his
ward and led Mile out into the wide pas
sagcs again, to another work room.
1t was too tedious task to follow every
step OF these two as they passed from
room to room, everywhere meeting some
assurance of Mr.. Wilkinson's own hold
upon the -hnaris at the ..hanls-., and al,si,
terror Of Cyril Ormsby's harshncss.
Out again amongst the squallid homes
where her guardian lad no control but
bestowed his kindly charity without osten
tation; and here. more eloquently than
ever, Mile heard how cruel Il mockery
were all the schemes Of charity and pllilan
thropy that had been poured into her ears
1t needed no spoken word from her guar
dian to tell her that the noble words utter
ed to win her were but those OF hypocrisy
which knew how it could best plead its
Gauge with her.
tine and another turned to Mr.. Wilkin
son as to = friend, unaware of the torture
of their words to the kindly lady beside
him, told Of cruel exactions of work and
sickness or trouble, Of closest calculation
of time. Of small wages and heavy rents.
If we won't live here and pay, we get
no work in the factories r. one said, when
asked why she did not seek more healthy
quarter.
Il am doing overtime to pay for my
child's funeral,'' said one, ''for lost the
wages for three days. staic by her to sec
her die. and to bury her."
I'm uneasy about the rent" another
said, ''for lost week by fall on the ice,
and it's hard making it up again.''
Not one word of kindly sympathy, Of
help, in trorble or sickness. The "hands''
under Cyril Or.nsby were simply human
machines to do so much work, sick OF
well, or pay the price Of an hour or day OF
idlencss, no matter how necessary.
There was no word spoken as Mr.. Wilk-
inson and Millie walked to the Office again.
Once there, the old gentleman spoke grave
ly. ''As your guardian, can speak to
you no word against Cyril Ormsby. Heis
u rich man, OF good social position, of IRE
proachable moral reputation, and a man
whose standing in business circles is Of the
highest. A man who is match in every
worldly sense. So much for your guar
dian. AS your friend, my pearl. who
loves you as your own dead father might
have loved you, who knows every impulse
of your pure soul-as that friend, tell
you l would rather see you lying beside
your mother than the broken-hearted wife
of such man as Cyril Ormsby."
ID 81 came to you as friend, as almost a
father,' said Millie, and thank you for
keeping me from lifelong misery. 10
know my husband such man as l now
know Cyril Ormsby to be, would, as you
say, break my heart" -.~eE
IL would not tell you," said her guar.
dian, ''for you knew disliked him, and
might have thought that dislike prejudiced
me. But, Millie, tell me that you will moi
let this days work shadow your life. You
do not love Cyril, Millie."
mo. reverenced what believed no
Bile, generous nature. That reverence q
mockery, shall never break my heart fo1
a man thoroughly despise, Uncle Marc.
And SO it happened that Cyril Orinsby
coming to claim the fortune he believed
within his grasp, met only Mr.. Wilkinson
with Miles polite but distinct refusal tt
resign herself or her fortune to his keep
ing.
But lie never knew how it was that Mil
lie learned the true value of his hollow
words Of charity and philanthropy.
To Old Tepers.
The following prescription. said to be :
sure cure for drunkenness, comes from Al
eminent physician: