Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1883-12-05


to have won his confidence" -
"Hem-yes! Enthusiastic, but heart
wholep' was Mr.. W1lkinson's mental
"Suppose you and l go for
a walk ?" he added, aloud.
ga walk? ?" Mile said, in tone of
surprise.
g Yes. I have a friend or two [ should /
like to have you see. When we come
back I will tell you why / dislike Cyril
Ormsby, If, he added mentally, f" you |
have not already found out"
1t was not exactly such a walk as one 1
would have mapped out for a gentle |
mans invitation to q young, beautiful
girl; but Mile followed, of course, |
leaning upon the arm of her guardian,
wondering little, but never hesitating,
past the respectable portion of the city,
to a quarter known as the " Factory
Row." place where Mr.. Wilkinson had
never allowed his ward to go; for there
were apt to be feYers and contagious
diseases lurking there. It lay: low and
was unhealthy, and the houses were OF
the meanest description. ,,.... ....
For q noble philanthropist, partly
owning these factories and this quarter,
Mr.. Ormsby seems neglectful, " said Mr..
Ormsby. seems neglectful," said Mr..
Wilkinson, dryly. CT have an interest
in the factories, as you are aware, but
do not own one of these wretched houses
They are all Cyril Ormsby
"But," Mile said eagerly, I" these
people will not let him benefit them.
They use his charity for drink; they
abuse any privilege he gives them,
till he is discouraged In his efforts to do
them any good" 49,. -.
sob! step In here. p
It was poor place, scantily furnished
and cherries. Uponacot-bed woman
lay in the last stages of consumption.
She looked up eagerly to Mr.. Wilkinson.
81 hope you are BETTER" he said,
kindly 80 ,.-..~,-,.
"No; I shall never be better. If [
may only die In peace, it is all / ask
IS MIR. Ormsby will not disturb you
now ?' -.' =. ...s'5' '..,',.~-.
"Jennie has gone to him. Yesterday
he sent word that if the rent was not
ready to-day at twelve, out we must go.
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 fire and wood. She's but fifteen, and
her pay is small. %
"What do you owe Cyril Ormsby?"
"Thirty shillings. 4"
Sand Il 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 began,
and then seeing her visitors, she cried,
eagerly, sob, Mr.. Wilkinson, you will
not let mother be put out in the street.
I'll pay every penny, sir, If you Will only
wait until she is better, and can get
full time to work.
Have you seen Mr.. Ormsby to-
day ?H the old gentleman asked.
FfYes, 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. )" ......
'FMay ] y whispered Mile.
"Just as you please, my dear. Per-
hsps this dying woman or child will
drink up your charity. -
Hush, hush -
$50 tenderly, so delicately Mile gave
her charity that there was only deepest
gratitude awakened without the CALLING
sense of obligation. She left more than
sufficient for some weeks, and promised
to send delicacies for the invalid.
No word of herself passed her lips un-
til they were once more In the narrow
street. .
ooh, Uncle Mare" she said, d" can it
be true that he is so hard, so false to
me?" ....
Wait" was the brief reply.
They went into the wide courtyard in
whose space stood the four great factor
les, the joint property of Marcus Will
kinson and Cyril Ormsby, long before
divided by the entirely opposite man.
agement of these two into two distinct
departments = 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
necessary. ss.s. -.--.. - .fs.. .,.
But it was not into his own kindly
governed, well ordered departments that
Marcus Wilkinson led his ward, He
turned into small room, where pale
man was busily writing, aud at 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, 81 was in hopes that
you were taking holiday"
1" Thank you, sir" was the reply in
detected tone. g I can't well quit work,
sir. There's the wife and 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 ?''
eyes, sir. He's not keeping me; but
he says if | go he must fill my place
and that means starvation for my family.
[ could never get new situation as fee
| BILE as I am now. ".r a.f f..sy eEtr- 81.
&c How long have you been here, Mr..
| Watkins ?"
Seventeen years, sir. I was with
old Mr.. Ormsby before you came sir"
GA faithful servant seventeen
years % said Mr.. Wilkinson in low
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