Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1883-09-03

portion of the city to quarter known
as the ssFactory row." a place where
Mr., Wilkinson had never allowed his
ward to go. For there were apt to
be fevers and contagious diseases
lurking there. 1t lay low, and was
unhealthy, and the houses were of
the meanest description.
"For a noble philanthroplst, partly
owning these factories and this quar-
ter, Mr.. Ormsby seems neglectful, )"
paid Mr.. Wilkinson, dryly. "I have
an interest in the factories, as you
are aware, but do not own one of
those wretched houses. They are all
Cyril Ormsby's."
sBut," Nellie said, eagerly, "these
people will 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"
.sOh! step in here
1t was poor place, scantily furn-
ished, and cheerless. Upon a cot
bed a woman lay in the last stages of
consumption. She looked up eager
ly to Mr.. Wilkinson.
Il hope you are better,'' he said,
kindly.
"No; 1 shall never be better. If
l may only die in peace, it is all I
ask"
Mr.. Ormsby will not disturb you
now?'
"Jennie has gone to him. Yester-
day he sent word that if the rent was
not ready to-day at II, 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 food.
She's but fifteen, and her pay is
small"
"What do you owe Cyril Ormsby?"
"Thirty shillings p
"And if he is not paid to-day he
will put you out in the streets to
die !"
"He says the workhouse is the
place for paupers.
At this moment, slim, pale girl
of Is came in, crying bitterly.
"Mr. Wilkinson was out" she be-
gan, and then seeing her visitors,
she cried eagerly, "Oh, Mr.. Wilkin-
son, you will not let mother be put
in the street. I'll pay every penny,
sir, if you will only wait till she is
better, and I can get my full time to
work"
"Have you seen Mr.. Ormsby to-
day, Jennie p the old gentleman
asked.
eyes, sir. He said he had no
time to hear any whining. The
agent will be here at II, and if the
money is not paid he will put us out. "
ssMay I?' whispered Nellie.
"Just as you please, my dear.
Perhaps this dying woman or child
will drink up your charity"
"Hush, hush! -
So tenderly, so delicately Nellie
gave her charity, that there was only
the deepest gratitude awakened with
out the CALLING sense of obligation.
She left more than sufficient for some
weeks, and promised to send delica-
cies for the invalid.
No words of herself passed her lips
until they were once more in the mar
row street.
'sOh, Uncle Marc," she said, "can
it be true that be is so hard, so false
to me?'
"Wait," was the brief reply.
They went into the courtyard in
whose space stood the four great fac
tories, the joint property of Marcus
Wilkinson and Cyril Ormsby, long
before divided by the entire opposite
management of these two into dis
tinct departments-one entirely un-
der control of the elder, the other of
the younger man.
ssWilkinson's absurd seft-hearted-
ness,' as Cyril mentally character
lied it, had made this division abso-
lutely necessary.
But it was not into his own kindly
governed, well-ordered departments
that Marcus Wilkinson led his ward.
He turned into room, where pale
man was busily writing, and at the
same time overlooking a long room,
where about seventy girls were at
work before busily whirling machin-
cry.
"Good-morning, Watson" the old
gentleman said. 81 was in hopes
that you were taking a holiday
"Thank you, sir" was the reply,
in detected tone. 81 can't well
quit work, sir. There's the wife and
six little ones, you see."
s'Have you told Mr.. Ormsby what
the doctor says that your life depends
upon few weeks of rest and pure
air?''
eyes, sir. He's not keeping me ;
but he says if / 60 he must fill my
place-and that means starvation for
my family. I could never get sit
uation as feeble as I am now."
''How long have you been here,
Mr.. Watkins
Seventeen years, sir. was with
old Mr.. Ormsby Ebefore you came,