Connecticut western news., 1888-01-04
SILAS VESTS SECRET,
BY WALLACE F. REED.

It was nine o'clock in the morning, and the yards and offices surrounding the Morley mills presented spectacle of almost turbulent activity.
 A thousand operatives were at work inside the mills, and outside an ord erly mob of clerks, truckmcn and laborcrs surged to and fro busily engaged in their various tasks.
 The private office of MT, John Morley, the millionaire owner of this vast estab- lishment, was unoccupied. It was too early for MT. Morley to make his ap- pearance, but the janitor had carefully dusted the handsome desks and chairs, and arranged everthing in perfect order.
 From time to time a clerk or an errand boy entered the office aud de- posited letter or parcel on the great mans desk, and then retired with busi- ness-like celerity.
 Taking advantage of a moment when the office was deserted, swarthy little man with restless black eyes and a stern, strongly marked face, slipped into the room.
 The visitor was Silas West, one of the operatives, but his movements woul have made it apparent, if there had been any one to watch him, that he was not id search of his employer.
 "Ahaw chuckled Silas, q am just in time, and l had better not tarry."
 He drew from his pocket small square parcel wrapped In white paper and laid it on the desk by the ink stand.
 The parcel was addressed to "John Morley Esq.," and was marked "Per- sonal."
 silas West quietly left the place, and after furtive glance around to assure himself that he was not observed, he took quick turn down a narrow street where there was not living thing in sight. -.....-.
 "Oid Morley didn't know that he had an anarchist among his men," he nut tered. "Well, he will never know it now. There is enough dynamite in that thing to kill dozen menw
 A troubled look came over his face as he talked to himself.
 '1t is bad thing to do," he said {; ''but, curse him, why did he suspend mea An honest workman has right to take his little spree now and then with out having the bread taken out of his mouth. Morley treated me like dog, and he deserves what he is going to get"
 The man walked along with his head down, evidently struggling with un- pleasant thoughts.
 "Confound it !" he broke out, q am forgetting the sublime principles of my creed. It has been held by wise and good men that it is right to assassinate a tyrant. These bloated capitalists are in the same box. Whenever one is killed his wealth goes into different hands and is distributed. If we can't have communism we can at least kill off the men with big fortunes, and their money will be scattered by their numerous heirs. Morley's death will be benefit to mankind"
 Still, Silas West did not finger any where in the neighborhood of the mills He knew that the expected explosion might occur at any moment, but a ner- vous dread took possession of him, and he was seized with desire to reach his cottage and shut himself up.
 Good news" exclaimed Mrs. West when Silas entered the door.
 "Howa What is ita I can't under stand," stammered her husband, turning his careworn face upon her.
 'It is almost too good to be true," re- piled Mrs. West, half laughing and half crying. "Who would have thought that millionaire like your Mir. Morley would take the trouble to think of us ?"
 "Woman! What do you mean2"
 ooh, Silas, how can you look so2 Mr.. Morley is our friend. He sent his secre- tary here this morning to request you to return to work, and, Silas, he says that if you will let liquor alone he will pro- mote you, and that this suspension was only for your own good. It was to give you time to think. Now, my dear, don't you agree with me that MT. Morley is a good man, and won't you promise to turn over new leaf, and quit that se- cret society which takes up so much of your time9--for I am sure that half of your trouble comes from going with those strange, repulsive looking men,"
 Silas West had turned as white as a sheet, and he raised his hand to his head with groan.
 Husband, are you siok2o
 s'Where is little Maryr he asked ;4z6irfk4. = = Sask&L a<avpr :