Lexington weekly intelligencer. (Lexington, Mo.) 1871-1887, 1879-05-17

No word OF herself passed her lips un-
til they were once more IN the narrow
street. --.' rt .e 81
'Oh. Uncle Marc.' she said; 'can it
be true that he is 80 hard, SO false to
me-
= WATT was the brief reply.
They went into the wide courtyard. IN
whose space stood the four great iacto-
riss. the joint property of Marcus Will
kinson and Cyril Ormsby, long before
divided by the entirely opposite man
agement of these two distinct depart
ments-one entirely under the control OF
the elder, the other OF the younger man.
.Wilkinson's absurd soft -heartedness.'
as Ormsby mentally characterized it,
had made this division absolutely nee
essary. -.r as.r -r '' 'a-1
But it was not into his own kindly
governed, we'll ordered departments
that Marcus Wilkinson led his ward.
He turned into small room where q
pale man was ibusily writing, andat the
same time overlooking "a long room
where about seventy girls were at work
before busily whirling machinery.
Good morning, 'Watkins,' the old
gentleman said + was in hopes you
were tsking,a holiday .era's eGi I,an
Thank you, SIR in detected tone.
Il can t well quit work. sir. There's the
wife and six little ones, you see.'
n.Have you told Mr.. Orlnsby the doc
tor says that your life depends upon q
few weeks rest and pure air?' -
Yes. sir He's not keeping me; but
he says If go he must fill my place, and
that means starvation for my family. 1
| ,nfh ho,. fro "a a,
BILE as ] am now
sHow long have you been here, MIR.
Watkins p
| Seventeen years, sir. / was with old
Mr.. .Ormsby before you came, SIR
"A faithful servant seventeen years,
said Mr.. Wilkinson. 'ard a few weeks
rest may safe his lite.' -
4 IAt ithis moment Millie shrank little
nearer her guardian. Through the win
dow from which. Mr.. Watkins overlook.
ed the loom. room, she could see Cyril
Ormsby walking brlskly about, his voice
harsh and imperative, firding fault here
and there, and keerly scruiinizing every
item of the work. Not face in the
room was frightened by the presence
of the master. Fingers worked more
rapidly, eyes were fastened more per-
>. sistently upon the looms, and every one
seemed aware OF the stern task masters
gaze. But Mr.. Wilkinson obeyed the
petition expressed in the looks of hi!
ward, and led her out into the wide pas
sage again to another work-room.
, It were too tedious a task to folleu
every step of these two as they passed
from room to loom. everywhere meeting
some assurance OF Mr.. Wilkinson's owl
hold upon the hearts of the hands, ane
their terror OF Cyril Ormsby's harshness
Out again among the squalid homes
where her guardian had no control. bu
bestowed his kindly charity without os
tentation and here more eloquent:y tha
. ever Mile heard how cruel mooker
were the schemes OF charity that ha'
{ been poured into her ears. 1t needed n
spoken words from her guardian to tel
her that the noble words uttered to wi
t her were those Of hypocrisy. which kne'
how it could best plead its cause wit
: her.
IF we don't live here and pay, we q
!, no place in The factories one said whe
asked why he did not seek q more hea
thy quarter.
q Il am doing overtime to pay for m
!. child's funeral one said. tor 1 lost til
wages for three days. stayed to Sc
= her die and to bury her. D.,
q Not word OF sympathy In trouble {
;, sickness. The .hands' under Cyril Orm
, by were simply human machines to do:
l. much work, sick or well. or pay the prie
OF an hour or two of idleness, no matt
,r how necessary.
"a There was no word spoken as Mr. w
r. kinson and his ward entered the Off
Ie again. Once there the gentleman spoil
" very gravely.
at sAs your guardian / can speak to "
n no word against Cyril Ormsby. He is
rich man. Of good social position. OF
reproachable moral reputation. and
I man whose standing in business circl
n. match IN a worldly sense. So much
It. your guardian. As friend who lov
&, you as your own dead father might ha
loved you, who knows every impulse
t. your pure soul, would rather see Y
n lying beside your mother han the bl
a ken-hearted wife of Cyril Ormsby.'
Il came to you as almost father, a
of thank you for keeping me from Ii
long misery. To know my husband su
!; man as know Cyril Ormsby to
We would, as you say, break my heart
Ike Il would not tell you for you knew
". disliked him, and you might have thous
that dislike prejudiced me. But tell
me- you will not let this days work shad,
ie. your lite. You did not love Cyril?'
mt No. l reverenced what believed
on noble, generous nature. That reverel
tie is a mockery, / shall never break l
ia heart for man thoroughly desplse
wa ana 80 II happened that Cyrii VII
dr. Dy, coming 10 claim tne fortune ne
his ilevea witnln MS grasp, me. only !
be Wliklnson WIN MINES ponte 0ut
by. tune to his keeping.
ie. But he never knew how it was t
Milhe learned the true value of his
tlu lowwords OF charity and philanthro