Smyrna times., 1883-11-14

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And if he is not paid to-day, he vii
put you out in the street to die?"
He says the workhouse is the plac
for paupers."
AT this moment slim, pale girl 0
hfteen came in, crying bitterly.
Mr. Wilkinson was out" She began
and then seeing her visitors she erie,
eagerly: "Oh, Mr.. Wilkinson, YOU will
not let mother be put in the street. II
pay every penny, sir, if you will onl,
wait till she is better and I can get nv
full time to work"
have you seen Mr.. Ormsby, to-day
Jennie" the old gentleman asked.
es, sir. He said he had no time
to hear any whining. The agent viii
De mere at -, and if the money is mo-
paid he will put US out"
May ~" whispered Millie.
Just as you please my dear. Per
maps this dying woman or child will
drink up your charity"
Hush! hush"
30 tenderly, so delicately Mile gave
her charity, that there were only deep.
est gratitude awakened without the
gazing sense of obligation. She left
more than sufficient for some weeks
ana promised to send delicacies for the
invalid. WY
NO word of herself passed her lips
until they were once more in the mar
row street.
"Oh, uncle Mare" she said, "can it
me?'' ~
Wait, ," was the brief reply.
1hey went into the wide COURTYARD
III whose space stood the four great fac
tories, the joint property of Marcus
Wilkinson and Cyril Ormsby. long
before divided by the entirely opposite
management of these two into distinct
uepartments-One entirely under the
control of the elder, the other of the
younger man.
WlIkinson's absurd soft-hearted-
ness as Cyril mentally characterized
IT, mad made this division absolutely
necessary.
But 1t was not his own kindlv-goy-
erhsd, well-ordered departments that
Marcus Wilkinson led his ward. He
turned into small room where a pale
man was busily writing, and 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 Il was in hopes that
you We're taking holiday?"
Thank you, sir" was the reply. in n
ueIected tone. 8 can't well quit work
sir. There's the wife and six little
ones, you see"
Have you told Mr.. Ormsbv the doc
Cor says that your life depends upon
leW weeks OF rest and pure air?"
Yes sir. He's not keeping me but
he says II | go he must fill nv place.
ana that means starvation for nv fami-
~. could never get new situation
as feeble as am now"
-, How long have you been here, Mr.
seventeen years, sir. l was with
Ola mr.. Ormsby before you came, sir"
a faithful servant seventeen years!"
SAID Mr.. Wilkinson, in a low tone.
lifen' save MS
AT this moment Mile shrank a LITTLE
nearer her guardian. Through the
window, from which Mr.. Watkins over
looked the long room, she could see
SGyrll Ormsby, walking brisklv about.
II ms voice harsh and imperative. finding
lault mere and there, and keenlv scru-
every item of the work. Not
a lace In the long room was frightened
by the presence Ofthc master. Fingers
worked more rapidly, eyes were fast
ened persistently upon the looms. and
every one seemed aware of a stern
Iaskmaster's gaze. Mr.. Wilkinson
ooeyed the mute petition expressed lin
Inc looks of his ward, and led Mile
DuC INTO the wide passage again, to
another wOrkroom.
IL We're too tedious task to follow
every step of these two as thew passed
rom room to room, everywhere meet |
hS some assurances of Mr.. Wilkinson's |
own hold upon the hearts of the |
hands, and their terror of Cvril |
Ormsbys harshness.
Out again among the suualid homes.
where her guardian had no control. but |
Bestowed his kindly charity without
and here, more elouuentlv
nan ever, Mile heard how cruel =
nockery were the schemes of charity
ND philanthropy that had been poured
ntO her ear. 1t needed no snoken
toruS from her guardian to tell her
nat the noble words uttered to win her
we're but those of hypocrisy, which
new how it could best plead its cause
With her.
One and another, turning to Mr..
wilkinson, as to a friend, unaware of
ne torture of their words to the kindly
ady beside him, told of the cruel ex-
ctlons of work in sickness or trouble.
I closest calculation of time, of small
1ages and heavy rents.
Ii we won't live here and paw, we
ct no work in the factories" one said.
men asked why he did not seek a
lore healthy quarter.
am doing overtime to nav for NV
mas funeral" one said, for 1 lost the
ages for three days 1 stayed to see
er die, and to bury her."
m uneasy about the rent, another
lld, for l lost a week by fall upon
he ice, and it's hard making it up
gain" ~ W
Not one word of kindly sympathy.
help, in trouble or sickness. The
hands under Cyril Ormsby were
IMPLY human machines, to do so much .
DIRK, sick or well, or pay the price of
hour or day of idleness, no matter ,
Ow necessary. :
Ihere was no word spoked as Mr..
Illklnson and Mile walked to the .
nee again. Once there, the old gem
eman spoke very graveiy. GAS Your +
laraiah' Mlllle, can speak to you no |
ora against Cyril Ormsby. He is a $
On man, OF good social position, of j
moral reputation and a I
an whose standing in business circles I
the hlghest-a man who is a good I
atch In every worldly sense. So much
your guardian. As your friend, nav
sarl, who loves you as your own dead .
ther might have loved you, who !.
lows every noble impulse of YOUR :
Ire soul as that friend, tell YOU i
Ould rather see you lying beside YOUR :
other than the broken-hearted wife
such man as Cyril Ormsby. >
came to see you as a friend as u
most a father" said Millie, "and y y
ank you for keeping me from a life \
ng misery. To know my husband =
Oh a man as 1 now know Cyril =
'mlsby to be, would, as you say, break o
y heart" > a
II would not tell YOU" said the ft
ardian, "for you knew I disliked e
N, and might have thought that dis =
Re preJudiced me. But, Millie. tell y
you will not let this days work o
adow your life. You did not love Y
'ril, Millie?" WV ,