Lyon County times. [volume] (Silver City, Nev.) 1874-1907, 1888-06-30

faded coat. Could the speaker give no hope
TO the wretched listeners hanging on his lipsf
Must they cringe forever at the foot OF
poweri Their thin, worn hands made the
bread, but it was snatched from their mouths
and doled out in scanty allowance as the
price of hopeless slavery. He had never seen
it before
"Who is her he whispered to his compan-
ion. The man did not even turn his face
from the speaker.
SIT is Curran He belongs to the Labor
league" This, then, was the agitator his ia
ther spoke Of. And Bertha had pictured him
rightly, with his clustering auburn hair. For
a moment he stood silent, while under the
divine light in his eyes the souls Of each one
ripened for his next words.
"Aloce you can do nothing, but united we
can shake the world, and all over the land
the oppressed are banding together. We are
weak now, but when the long stifled voice of
your wrongs finds utterance, the answering
means of millions will rouse your souls to the
resistiess martyr pitch. Then it will seem
sweet to die-yes, to starve-with your dear
ones about you inspired with the same en-
thusiasm. When the generation is born
which dare starve but has forgotten how to
yield, and even for the bread of life will not
sell its children into eternal slavery, then
will the gold of the rich rot worthless in
their white hands till they divide with us our
common heritage"
He stopped and sat down, and as his en-
thusiasm faded from his face, Philip saw he
was not handsome. The eyes that had seemed
so wonderful were too deep seated beneath
his heavy brows, and his smooth shaved face
was SCARED from exposure to sun and storm;
yet, while he had been speaking, pity and di-
vine wrath in turn melting and burning in
his eyes and lighting up his rugged cheeks,
he had seemed beautiful, like an archangel.
The audience sat in silence a moment, then
one man shuffied his feet uneasily, then an
other, and then all rose listlessly to their
feet. Philip thought their zest in life had
gone 30 long ago that they did not even miss
IL; then he remembered what his life was,
bright as q June morning Did God love
him SO much better than these weary crea-
lures, whose only refuge was in hopeless
nesss Then he thought Of Bertha waiting
for him, and he hurried out, glad that he
seemed to be escaping notice. Where was
the funny adventure he had to Sell his sweet
hearth A new world had been revealed to
him; q world within the world he had played
with, that knew no such thing as mirth, but
fed forever on bitter realities, and his little
spark of happiness seemed smothered in its
black night Each one must have family
circle of his own. There were hungry eyes
that looked to him for the .neer his poor
heart was too dead to give. Suddenly heavy
hand was laid on his shoulder.
"Praps you amt got no place to go to,
friend" It was his big whiskered compan-
ion in the hall, Graves
~ sort O. liked your looks in the meetin'
tonight, and you're welcome to a bed at my
house if you want it."
"Oh, no." stumbled Philip, at his wits end.
"Oh, NOT Why not, then' Where be you
goin' to stayi" and the man took his hand
from the young mans shoulder and eyed him
suspiciously. "Why, he wanted to go home
and lay off his masquerade forever. Bertha,
all radiant In all that wealth can add to
beauty, was awaiting him, He had so much
to tell her." but he had nothing to say aloud.
81 won't take no refusal, insisted the man,
taking Philip by the arm. "No words; Jane
will get along easy with an extra for once.
presume you've slept in wuss places"