Turner County herald. (Hurley, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1883-12-06
(; lo not own one Of these wretched houses.

tney use MS CHARITY Tor drink; they
ABUSE any privilege he gives them.
tul he is discouraged in his efforts to do
them any good"
!" Obi step in here
1t was poor place, scantily furnished
and cheerless. Upon cot. bed q woman
lay In the last stages of consumption.
she looked up eagerly to Mr.. Wilkinson.
kindly. 80 ''
No:I shall never be better, fl
may only die in peace. it ia all / ask..'
Mr.. Ormsby will not disturb YOU
now ?"
Jennie has gone to him. Yesterday
he sent word that if the rent was not
ready to-day at twelve, out we must 90.
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
tor fire and wood. She's but fifteen, and
her pay is small" EFE
What do you owe Cyril Ormsby?"
Thirty shillings."
And If 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
f1tteen came in, crying bitterly.
Mr.. Wilkinson was out, she began,
and then seeing her visitors, she cried,
eagerly, "Oh, 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
tull time to work"
Have you seen MIR. Ormsby to.
day q the old gentleman asked.
"Yes, 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"
May 1 !" whispered Millie.
"Just as you please, my dear. Per-
haps this dying woman or child viii
drink up your charity" ~ w.
Hush, hush p
So tenderly, 80 delicately Millie 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.
Oh, Uncle Marc" she said, "can it
ibe 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 thsse two into two distinct
departments = one entirely under the
control Of the elder, the other of the
| younger man. y l1
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 q pale
imam 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
gentleman said, Z" I was in hopes that
you were taking q holiday"
"Thank you, sir, was the reply in a
detected tone. II 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 ?'
"Yes, sir. He's not keeping me, but
he says if l go he must fill my place
and that means starvation for my family.
l could never get a new situation as fee
BILE as / am now"
How long have you been here, Mr..
Watkins? ?"
Seventeen years, sir. 1 was with
old Mr.. Ormsby before you came sir"
ga faithful servant seventeen
i years I" said Mr.. Wilkinson in q low
tone; "and few weeks rest may save
his life!''
At that moment Mile shrank little
nearer her guardian. Through the win
dow from which Mr.. Watkins overlooked
the long room she 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
4 the master. Fingers worked more rapid.
| ", 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. ~
1t were too tedious q task to follow
every step as they passed from room tc
room, everywhere meeting some assur.
ances OF Mr.. Wlkinson's own hold upon
the hearts of the "hands and their ter.
ror of Cyril Ofmsby's harshness.
Out again amongst the equalid homes
where her guardian had no control, bui
bestowed his kindly charity without os
teptatiop; and here, more eloquertlJ
than ever Millie heard how cruel q mock
cry were all the schemes of charity and
philanthropy that had been poured into
her ear. It needed no spoken wore
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. 5i.5.
One and another turning to Mr.. vii
klnson as to friend, unaware of the
torture of their words to the kidly lady
beside him, told of cruel exactions o.
work in sickness or trouble, of closest
calculation Of time, and of small wages
and heavy rents.
/" If We won't live here and pay We
4 get no work in the factories" one said
, when asked why he did not seek more
healthy quarter.
~ am doing overtime to pay for my
child's funeral, ~ one said, "for I lost the
wages for three days I stayed by to see
/, her die and to bury her. I"
g am uneasy about the rent" an.
; other said, "for I lost week by fall
on the ice, and it's hard making it ur
i again.
Not one word Of kindly sympathy, O
help in trouble or sickness. The
"hands under Cyril Ormsby were sim
ply human machines to do 30 muci
work, sick or well to pay the price O
, an hour or day of idleness, no mattel
/ how pppaasary