Daily Republican., 1883-08-25

10 hear any whining. The agent VIII
be here at IL, and If the money Is not
paid he will put us out"
"May ~ whispered Millie.
"Just as you please, my dear. Per,
hsps this dying woman or child Will
drink up yOnr charity"
F." Hush, hush I"
So tenderly, 80 delicately, Millie gave
her charity, that there was only deep
est 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
until they were once Dorein the mar
row street.
"Oh. Uncle Mare" she said, "can
it be- true that he is 80 hard, so false t.
me 2"
Watt" was the brief reply.
They went into the wide courtyard in
whose space stood the four great facto'
ries, the joint property of Marcus Will
kinson OF Cyril Ormsby, long before di
vided by the entirely opposite manage
lnent of these two into distinct depart
ments-one entirely under the control
of tho elder, the other OF the younger
man.
Wilkinson's absurd sOft-hearted.
ness," az 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 a small room, where pale
man was busily writing, and al he same
time overlooking a long room. where
about seventy girls were at work before
busily whirling machinery. -,
"GO0d morning, Watkins 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.'
"Have you told Mr.. Ornsby the
doctor says that your life depends upon
a few weeks of rest and pure air.
Yes, sir. He's not keeping ME !;
but he says If 60 he must fill my
place-and that means starvation for
my family. l could never get a new
situation as feeble az am now"
Show long have you been here, Mr..
Watkins ?"
Seventeen years, sir. was with
old Mr.. Ormsby before you came, SIR
"a faithful servant seventeen
years !" said Mr.. wilkinson, ma low
tone "and few weeks rest may save
his life ~
At this moment Millie shrank a lit
tle nearer her guardian. Through the
window, from which Mr.. Watkins over
looked the long room, she could see
Cyril Ormsby, walking briskly, about,
his voice harsh and imperative, finding
fault here and there, and keenly scru-
tinizing every item Of the work. Not
a face in the long room was frightened
by the presence of the master. Fingers
worked more rapidly, eyes were fasten.
ed persistently upon the looms, ana
every one seemed aware Off stern task
makers gaze But Mr.. Wilkinson
obeyed the mute petition expressed il
the looks of his ward, and led Millie ont
into the wide passage again, to another
work.roOm.
II we're too tedious task to follow
every step of these two as they passed
from room TO room, everywhere meet
ing some assurances OF Mr.. WilkinsOn's
own hold upon the hearts of the
hands, and their terror of Cyril
harshness.
Out again among the squalid homes,
where her guardian had no control, but
bestowed his kindly charity without
ostentation and here, more eloquently
than ever, Minnie heard how cruel
mockery were the schemes Of charity
and philanthropy that had been poured
into her ear. 1t needed no spoken
words from her guardian to tell her
that the noble words uttered to win her
were but those 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 kindly
lady beside him, told of the cruel ex-
actions of work in sickness or trouble,
of closest calculations OF time, OF sma II
wages and heavy rents.
of 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 fuaeral," one said for lost
the wages for three days stayed by to
see her die, and to bury her.
"I'm uneasy about the rent, another
said, for lost week by fall upon
the ice. and it's hard making it up
again"
Not one work of kindly sympathy, of
help, in trouble or sickness. Ihe
hands" under Cyril Ormsby were
simply human machines to do so much
work, sick OF we'll, or pay the price of
an hour o" day of idleness, no matter
how necessary.
There was no word spoken as Mr..
Wilkinson and Millie walked to the
office again. Once there, the old gentle
man spoke very gravey. AS your
guardian, Miliie. can speak 10 you no
word against Cyril Orms5y He is a
rich man, of good social position, of
irreproachable moral reputation, and a
man whose standing in business circles
is the highest, A man who is good
muLcD III every WDTIulN StIst' ~ ihucH
tor your guardian. A. your friend, my
pearl, who loves You as your own dead
father might have loved you, who
knows every noble impulse OF your
pure soul-as that friend, | tell you |
would rather see You lying beside your
mother than tie broken-hearted wife of
such man as Cyril Ormsby.
81 came to you as friend, as almost
a father" said Millie, "and | thank
you for keeping me from lifelong mis-
cry. To know my husband such man
az | now know Cyril Ornlsby to be,
would, as you say, break my heart.
81 would not tell you,' said her
guardian, 1" for you knew l disliked
him, and might have thought that dis
like prejudiced me. But. Millie, tell me
you will not let this days work shadow
your life. You did not love Cyril, Mil.
lie?"
"No; reverenced what believed a
noble, generous nature. That reverence
q mockery, l shall never break my
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