The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1879-03-13

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A STORY OF THE PLAGUE.
SoNx time in the arst twenty years of this
century one Of the Van Horns Of New York,
with an Irish gentleman named DAILY, made q
tour OF the Southern States. The men were
frienda, young, shrewd and energetic; they
had each . moderate capital to invest In man.
ufacturtng purposes, and were strongly tempt
for their enterprise. They were 80 Hospitality
welcomed everywhere as TO make their jour
ney . kind OF triumphal progress. Being
young, they drank, diced, hirted, and went
With squ.: .ess st. alssIn.tsly 70 ea%p-pestings
their money home again to invest
at Win never do, DAILY" said Van Horn.
!" II is the wagons for these very plantations
which We mean to make. Here is the lumber,
the water.power, cheap fuel, and cheap labor; I;
but, for all that, We must 60 thousand miles
away to make the wagons"
DAILY nodded and laughed. The end Of the
matter, - far - he was concerned, was that
he invested his money in the Northern wagon
factory, but that he married and settled In
Alabama There was something that reminded
the Irishman Of home In the establishments of
these layish land princes of the Gulf states-
feature of this Me--the gambling, duelline.
lavish generosity, devout church Going, pas
rtnuate love OF family. To Van Horn Il was
Ill alien and distasteful.
tell you," he said, vehemently, one day,
- they discussed II, "there is stupor in the
moral atmosphere, like malaria in . sunny air.
1t Is rather agreeable, confess, in the rich
planter. Il is virtue when It shows itself In
hts prineeay hospitality and good humor. But
towns, the same class that With us would be
mechanics, shrewd tradesmen orr
aShrevder thievesl' suggested DAILY
They .ere walking, as they talked, on the
which has since been converted by Northern
capitalists into . mass Of iron foundries, but
which yas then drowsy village. The pigs
tramPed leisurely through its one long muddy
street. OF rooted under the porches drsped
with roses and red heneysuckle; black pulls
Of smoke from the low stern-wheeled boats at
the wharf drifted laxily mp against the hills
that w.iled in the town With ramp.rts of
from on the river, was cold and bracing; there
Wa smell Of bitumen I'm Il. The red brick
OF the houses were streaked with sooty shad-
ove. The same bltumen colored the clouds
until they lay In masses Of intense crimson
blue roof overhead.
Van Horn glanced critically about him.
.Just look, Ds1yp' he said. Nowhere is ma
coal and minerals; the coil is rich as that of
the West Indies; yet nowhere win you see
such coutented poverty. See that fellow p'~
touching lightly with his foot lazy fat lout
xno Lay stretched on . pile Of hogshesds.
rant rsRged. and brutal. IN wager anything
you choose that he viii 90 on sleeping in the
sun until the end, and die as much Of = brute
DAILY glanced at the boy, and the generous
color rose to his cheeks. "Nothing of the
kind, he said, hastily. "This lad has "A rood
stun In him as you or ], and he means to be q
man. Come on; Il is nearly time for the boat
70 start You ought to be careful, Van Horn, y
be said. when they had passed up the wharf
to the quick"
Looking back, they saw th.. he VA. stand
they came down from the hotel to 70 on board
the little steamer which lay putting and snort
Ing at the landing. and DAILY caught sight Of
the boy, again standing apart from the crowd.
drove dray for Petit & Clay, . Forwarding
houee upon the wharf. He wanted 10 see this
gentleman again who said he had the stun in
probably had never thought OF himself beiore @
- anything but the driver OF dray. He was
keen, eager, and, like DAILY himself, he had a
drop OF 1rish blood in him. There was not 4
point In this good prophets face, 6gure, or
carriage, the steady eye, controlled voice, even
the set OF the long, rich, fur-trimmed surtout.
The boys heart was beating like 4 drum
hard egainst his chest. !" As good stun in mel
open his hps, but IL seemed to him that he
was ehouting aloud with excitement
Day Stopped over the gangway. and then
q the boat showed from shore looked again in
the crowd for the boy. He had said what he
did from mere compunctiou and the good-na-
tured wish to atone for Van horns 6eedless.
nees; the same kindly pity filed his mind
now, and made him, when he caught the lads
eye, smile and raise his hat - he would do to
e. Z.ck stood stunned for an instant, then he
He shall never be ashamed of having
dow TIC wharf to keep the boat and the fur,
coated hGure on deck In sight he followed
tt Tor mile or two, until it swept around the
bend and was lost. Then he sat down among
the pewpaw hushes ON the shore, his hands
eia,ped about his rsgged knees, his face red,
ms nan. h.shut eyes speaking new thoughts.
An American "wharf rat" would have
been Immensely hattered by this thing, and
have forgotten IL In . day. But there is
nature. Put q live idea Into it with . kindly
e, seocn, and you VIII be sure to hear Of It years
The live idea had come to Zack.
Inc sun went down behind the Ohio hills
on the other side Of the river; now and then
there Was plash In the shallow, dun-colored
water - greedy pike chased the ninnovs
mp TO the bank; . black beetle toiled painfully
over the red and yellow bed Of pebbles at his
pie iron-veeds behind him Zsck vinfed b"ck S
% tne tiny shining eyes. Even that darned
little rat wishes me luck" he thought. he
sat thoughtfully shying pebbles into the
lew rods further down the river were the
sheds under which the Pomeroys vere tryin0
70 make Wtndow-glass. Some Of the work,
mao had come out half naked from the fur
naces and were loungtnG about Jack knew
them al; he often nan for their drains, and
drank with them.
Here. zack" one Of them called. holding
he shook his head. .They're Is good
.renos .ne,s = I've got but I'm argoin' to take
His new purpose seemed like ire burning In
MIN DE got mp and walked restlsssly up and
The men vent into the mills. The sun had
Only pale yellow glaze fingered Above the
line Of Ohio hills, and red pillar Of name
rose from the chfmneys of the work.. For
ne a,st e ~ tine n hi: NE the boy felt quite
seemed impracticable in the night; It took his
breath 70 think Of t. II would be 90 much
szsier 20 20 on tomorrow driving the dray,
boarding e Hrs- TagRart's.
At that moment there came from the other
tide Of the river the sound OF music-an air
played on violin. It was Highland call to
battle. full of rough vigor, and . strange
underneath. At another time the
ad probably would not have noticed It, but his
Irish imagination was g fever-heat now: It
,p higher, - it said-" higher"
He listened, without moving. unttl the
ast note died away. Then he rose slowly and
rent back 70 the town. He used to say, for
'ears afterward, cit was IN air On . violin