The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1886-08-20
WHAT THE MAN SAW.
A Strange Story.


Sam Kruger is workman. He be-
longs to one OF the leading labor un.
ions, and often joins his brethren in
denunclation OF the oppression inhict-
ed on their hands by soulless employ
ers. He has quite tender heart,
Sam has, and often his soul is filled
with burning indignation when told of
the shamful, reduction OF wages to
such pittance as barely leaves the
means for sufficient maintenance.
And one day his blood fairly boiled
when he read that seamtresses in New
York city had been reduced to MAX
ing cloth pants to twelve and half
cents for each, and shirts for six.
poor things" he said, chow do
they llve2"
He was rather OF saving turn, was
our workman, and always careful to
buy his goods where they could be got
the cheapest. Somehow it never struck
him that a cut in the price OF articles
he purchased meant a cut i'll some
poor employees wage rate. The fact
was, Sam was not very deeply versed
in political economy. He knew that
high wages for himself was q rare good
thing, and that it was the chief bust
ness OF the labor unions to which he
belonged to keep wages up as high as
possible. He was also clear that it
was the part OF a careful buyer to deal
in the store where prices were lowest.
Hence, when he saw great stretch OF
sign announcement over Clackem's
store one. day. "a fine shirt for fifty
cents, "a pair OF all-woolme pants
for dollar" he said to himself in
gleeful satisfaction: "That's a big
drive" and straightway secured a sup
ply.
Placing the bundle under his arm he
walked along toward home, when he
CHANGED to meet a chum, one Charlie
Willfen. The latter was pale, large
eyed young man, given to much read
ing, and study into matters beyond
the depths OF Sam. He was exceeding
ly sensitive to outer expressions.
Sometimes would shudder at the mere
rustllng sound OF II dead leaf in the
wind, or at the mournful cry OF a bird
i'll the night time.
All at once he shivered in every limb
as he came in contact with the bundle
under the arm OF Sam. Drawing HIM
SELF away as from something that hurt
him, he said: What have you got
there?'
ooh, q pair of pants and shirt l
have lust bought. Got 'en1 for a
song"
Said Willfen, 81 don't know, it is
not clear to me: but there is something
wrong about that bundle. 1t gaveme
a shock that was horrible"
"Pooh! that's all fudge, Charley, -
was the light remark of Sam. "Some
OF your psvchometry humbug.
aPsvchometry no humbug, my
friend" was the grave rejoinder, and
the Speakers face was very serious.
.'rhe more Hook into it the more | an,
convinced that there is not an event
occurs-not even the most trivial
that is not indelliblv photographed
ON surrounding objects: on the walls
fences trees-eyerythin within reach
OF the subtle influence inseperablef from
the actions existence"
you mean to saw that everything
we do-what YOU and | are doing nov
as we walk alonc-is stamped on the
houseson asked Sam in amusement.
In low, earnest tone came the re
spouse. I am sure of it,"
"And how long does that STAY be
fore it dies out?"
'sForever!'
"Then,' said Sam much NOR
thoughtful of voice than was his wont
'it stands {, man in good stead to b.
mighty careful what he does"
"That is lust it," cried the pale -facet
enthusiast. ''rhat photograph OF
mans actions gives the immutabl
record Of the book OF life to stant
in everlasting Judgment against him
And if the actions of his life that ar
evil preponderate over those that ar
good alas for himn'
This gave deep food for reflection IL
in the mind OF Sam.
A moment later his companion