Waterbury evening Democrat., 1888-02-09

,xou1d h,rG the interests of the mill to withdraw 50 much from the busi- ness The other half will be in stock. which will draw dividends as the rest of the capital. Second, stock cannot be transferred except to operatives, but will be redeemed at tho counting room, after notice, when holders leave the mills, as stock will yield dividends only while holders work in the mills Holders of stock may hold meetings and choose a committee to examine the books of the company, before the annual distribution of dividends.
 of voices followed as the people read and upon the prospectus. The figures looked anything but dull to them. The bright that came up before their imag- inations as they read were such as no gentle cadence of poetry could have given them Apparently they would never have tired of reading the wonderful words of hope and good cheer over and over, except that the outer door swung open and a tall mans form entered. Philip Breton from the platform saw it and the pride sickened on his heart The crowd about the door passed the whisper around, and it was hardly one short minute when the building shook again with cheers as they shouted the name of Curran.
 Yes, it was he who pushed his way well into the room, and then stopped and took one of the printed sheets, as if he were un- conscious of their cheering, and read till his face, that had looked so stern and terrible. softened like child Then he mounted a settee for his platform and uncovered his head with a new grace that became him as we'll as his strength. The old bitterness had gone from his lips; it had given place to touching sadness that sobered every face that was turned toward him.
 "He means to deal well by you; he wants to make you shareholders in your work Philip had risen excitedly to his feet. The sight of the man who had been with Bertha who came perhaps but this instant from the woman he had wronged so terribly, was at first almost maddening to him. An, how grand and beautiful he was, with his deep mighty chest and shoulders, and his limbs like pillars of some temple. There were no laws for such men as he; the holiest and purest of women love to make themselves base and common things to win smiles from his proud eyes, and men forget their venge- ance, and only remember how small and mean they seem before him. But who could look at his melancholy face and the calm dignity that rested upon him always, and be- lieve he could be vile? Yet perhaps nothing was vile or low to him, and even sin was glorified in his eyes when it suited his caprice to sin.
 Philip had come to the very edge of the platform and beckoned friend to him. "Do you see the man talking-the man with the auburn hair curling about his neck? no, don't look yet;" his voice was husky with excitement. "Get behind him while he is talking and stop him before he goes out. must see him and speak with him; I would rather SIC, 900 than lose him. Quick, now'' As Philip sat down again and watched his friend trying to make his way through the close packed crowd he heard Curran's voice again. What was there changed in its It had lost it's old ring, there was queer drag in it sometimes, and when he used to raise his voice till every nerve tingled for sym pathy, he seemed now to let it fall, and his long, sonorous sentences died down at the end like muff1ed bell
 ''If others were like him." he was saying, ''the reform I would die for would come soon, would be upon us."
 How slow his friend moved. Philip actu- ally hated the people who were too stupid tc get out of his messengers way.
 Had Curran finished, was this all that was left of his eloquence? Yes, he was stepping down and moving toward the door. Philips friend was almost there, the man must not
 
 man whose life he had blasted into the ob scurity he seemed to love. Philip leaped tc his feet and almost shouted to the people All turned their faces expectantly toward him, Curran with the rest his pale worn face Philips friend was come almost to him now 1 If Curran could only be detaineI for one l moment more.
 ssIt will of course be for the interest of al of you,n he knew he was talking weakly, but 1 it was no matter, "to earn the most wages you can, to lose the fewest days, to turn of l the most piece work" Of course, he spok, l too stupidly; Curran turned on his heel ane moved toward the door. Almost instantl, ] then Philip Breton gave sudden short bow to the audience and disappeared back of thu platform He bounded down the marrow stairs, four at time, and rushed around t. the front of the building like one mad, t 1 stare for moment in the faces of the escap
 ing crowd. Then, wilder than ever at tn
 thought that Curran might have gone ou ! among the first, he ran back and fort
 after one group and another, but al
 in vain. Then he forced himself t
 stop and think, and forthwith mad
 inuuiries for Curran's boarding place. H
 reached the place at last and ran breath
 lessly up the stairs. In another moment h
 would know the truth if it killed him to bea 1 It. lie must remove UHe pOlSOuOllS SnauOW O
 suspicion that was polluting all the holies
 precincts of his nature. Certainty was be-
 ter far, for the nerves can brace themselve
 against the clearly defined features of ever S
 hideous monster; far better certainly tha
 this crawling slimy terror that made hil
 ashamed of a manhood that could cherish i
 He dared ask Curran for the truth, he di
 not shrink from it. If the man were inn'
 cent he might strike him down for the insll
 to the purity of his wife. Philip thougl
 such atonement would seem just and prope
 But if he were guilty, ah, if Bertha WI
 guilty through him what death was terrib
 enough for his penalty!
 A portly woman, with the unmistakab expression of the expectant boarding nnistre on her face and in her attitude, met the pa faced young man at the top of the stairs. Sl did not recognize the proprietor of the Br t ton mills, ill his slight form. She would ha' f looked for q man of lofty stature and COT
 manding mien, and not a mere lad who - nobody would glance twice at on the stree s'Where is Currans IT want him." s sWhy, he's just gone; he drove off to Le' ] iston."
 gro Lewiston! Are you sure?' Why, th 8 must be some important parsonage after a