Turner County herald. (Hurley, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1883-12-06

r. rSFAS VIII AOt lce u1m Oh0eQG them.
Lhey use his charity for drink; they
abuse 40, any privilege he gives them.
I'LL ne is discouraged in his efforts to do
them any good.
= Oh! step in here
1t was poor place, scantily furnished
and cheerless. Upon acct bed a woman
lay IN the last stages of consumption.
She looked up eagerly to MIR. Wilkinson.
kindly. '
No; I shall never be better. Ii I
may only die in peace, it is all ask"
Low ?" ~
"Jennie has gone to him. Yesterday
re sent word that il the rent was rot
ready to-day at twelve, out we must 20,
I've paid it regularly for five years. but
he don't think of that. Ali 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."
And II ne is not paid to-day he will
put you out in the street to die 2"
"He says the workhouse is the place
for paupers.
At this moment slim, pale girl of
fifteen came III, crying bitterly.
Mr.. Wilkinson was out, she began,
and then seeing her visitors, she cried,
eagerly, ooh, Mr.. Wilkinson, you will
not let mother be put out in the street.
III pay every penny, sir, if. you will only
wait until she is better, and I can get
full time to work"
Have you seen Mr.. Ormsby to.
day 2" the old gentleman asked.
"Yes, sir. He said he had no time to
hear any winning. The agent will be
here at twelve, and if the money is not
paid he will put us out"
"May I !" whispered Millie.
Just as you please, my dear. Per-
haps this dying woman or child will
drink up your charity
Hush, hush |"
$50 tenderly, SO deicately Mile gave
her charity that there was only deepest
gratitude awakened without the CALLING
sense of obligation. She left more than
sufficient for aome 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, "can it
be true that he is SO hard, SO false to
me?"
Watt" 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.
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 long room, where
about seventy girls were at work before
busily whirling machinery.
"Good morning, Watkins" the old
SSui'ouu suiu, WAS III uOpeS tuaG
you were taking holiday"
Thank you, sir" was the reply in a
detected tone. al 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 a few
weeks of rest and pure air 2"
Eyes, sir. He's not keeping me; but
he says if / go he must fill my place
and that means starvation for my family.
I could never get a new situation as fee
hle as am now"
I" How long have you been here, Mr..
Watkins ?'
Seventeen years, sir. I was with
old Mr.. Ormsby before you came sir"
faithful servant seventeen
years !" said Mr.. Wilkinson in a low
tone; "and few weeks rest may save
his life!'
At that moment AIillie shrank a little
nearer her guardian. Through the win
dow from which MIR. Watkins overlooked
the long room che could see Cyril Orms-
by, walking briskly about, his voice
harsh and imperative, finding fault here
and there, and keenly scrutinizing every
item of the work. Not face in the long
room was frightened by the presence Of
the master. Fingers worked more rapid
ly, eyes were fastened persistently upon
the looms, and every one seemed aware
of stern taskmaster's gaze. But Mr,
Wilkinson obeyed the mute petition ex.
pressed in the looks of his ward, and led
Mile out in the wide passage again to
another Workroom,
It were too tedious a task to follow
every step as they passed from room to
room, everywhere meeting some assur.
ances of Mr.. Wilkinson's own hold upon
the hearts of the "h hands and their ter
ror of Cyril Ormsby's harshness.
Out again amongst the squalid homes,
where her guardian had no control, but
bestowed his kindly charity without os.
ten tation; and here, more eloquently
than ever Millie heard how cruel mock
cry were all the schemes of charity and
philanthropy that had been poured into
her ear. 1t needed no spoken word
from her guardian to tell her that the
noble words uttered to win her were
but these of hypocrisy, which knew
how it could best plead its cause with
her.
One and another turning to Mr.. Will
kinson as to a friend, unaware of the
torture of their words to the kidly lady
beside him, told OF cruel exactions Of
work in sickness or trouble, Of closest
calculation of time, and of small wages
and heavy rents.
g If We won't live here and pay we
get no work in the factories," one said,
when asked why he did not seek more
healthy quarter.
81 am doing overtime to pay for my
child's funeral, zone said, "for I lost the
wages for three days I stayed by to see
her die and to bury her."
~ am uneasy about the rent" an
other said, "for I lost week by a fall
on the ice, and it's hard making it up
again"
Not one word of kindly sym pathy, of
help in trouble or sickness. The
"hands under Cyril Ormsby were sim
ply human machines to do so much
work, sick or well to pay the price of
an hour or day of idleness, no matter
how necessary.
There was no word spoken IA Mr.