Waterbury evening Democrat., 1888-02-04
"oh, Philip, aren't you going to kiss mo

f>ASoAoA Ae naO CnOuRnt CIuSucu Csaiuo over nm in storm. He gathered her yield ing form in his arms as if he never would iose her again, and kissed her trembling, an- swering lips dozen times and her wet, an1 ious eyes.
 Bertha, I will not go," he whispered hur- r1edly II cannot leave you so"
 But she had gently released herself from hls embrace. She tried to smile at him through her tears.
 No, no, you must go." Still he hesitated Ill strange eagerness came into the blue yes. "No, no, you must go. Goodby, 2hilp."
 As he went down the steps and out of the gate, the chill of the last expression in her eyes hung about bis heart. Then he stopped and looked about She had closed the door, but something white futtered on the step. 1t was her handkerchief, with the perfume she always used in its delicate folds He car ried 1t to his face-it was almost as if he touched her. He stood hesitating moment "a moment big with issues to them both. He remembered her tender words and the rare caresses she had had for him; he forgot the undertone that had SO painfully inter preted them. It was as if he had tasted of some priceless vintage of wine. He would return in an hour and taste again. An, he had waited patiently for the moment when this woman of stainless marble would turn to heshl And now his foolish heart counted all its hard lessons for nothing, but beat high with triumph. Tomorrow. She under stood him, then, but how modest and timid she was. Tomorrow would be for them both the brightest day of their lives She was not startled at herself now, no wonder, at the revelation of the depths of such a heart. She wanted little time to calm her. self; to get wonted to the new woman that looked out of her eyes.
 He had made up his mind, and the moon went under black cloud for anger But it was only for an hour; then he would come back.
 Market hall was crowded, and Curran was speaking at pitch of impassioned eloquence beyond anything Philip had ever heard.
 "What overwhelms you is your own ener- gies fused into weapons of deadly warfare; it is their cunning which turns your myriad hands against yourselves. Where else can they find the force to vanquish you? The rich are but few. Whose hands but yours arc strong and numerous enough to carry out their plans? Tho longer you submit the stronger they entrench themselves with your flesh and blood. Every week some new trade or profession is invented to make respectable and steady some new discovered method of living out of the poor; every month some new law is passed in the interests of the money power"
 He paused for a moment and then went on with more bitterness "Every month the upper classes grow more indifferent to the foundation on which they rest-of throbbing, agonizing human flesh. Not satisfied with the terrible natural distinction between wealth and poverty, they invent codes of 1o1,o <,f what they mincingly call etiquette. Mar riage with the poor is inexcusable. Even familiarity with inferiors-a great breach of "propriety" they call it. They ask not is e man honest and true hearted, is he kind? but is he wealthy or did he ever soil his hands with work? Not is @ woman beautiful, is she modest? these are of little account; but is she well-that is, richly-connected? If he, father cheats others she may be admitted tc their circles; if he is unfortunate enough tc be cheated, never. An, the shame of it, that makes no account of hundreds of millions o1 human creatures of untainted blood, of un clouded intellects, except as mere beasts o1 burden; to deny them social privileges, anc whip the boldest of them back into the dark ness of ignorance and contempt. All the lights of knowledge must burn for tht few alone, all the soft influences of culture and the elevating pleasures from art ane genius arc for the few alone" He folded hi arms over his broad chest and threw bacl his head i'll one of his grandest movements
 "And how have they earned the right t. call themselves mankind, to drink alone a the fountains of knowledge and inspiring beauty, with never share for the million sweating under the burdens their whit hands have put upon them? No carpets o priceless web are too fine for their lovel, women's feet, rubies are not rare enough fo their jewels. Music beats out it's heavenl, harmonies for them alone, with it's treasures meaning of uncounted centuries Paintin ravishes their eyes alone with the pictures realms of inspired fancy. Literature scrape | and cringes before them, with it's stores o wisdom"
 Then he threw out his arms and came fol ward to the edge of the platform, for on | last personal appeal. A hundred that coul 1 not understand all he said, thrilled to vagu revolt under his irresistible magnetic force "Your bodies, whose only pleasure is sleeI l whose only qualification is to still the dail
 recurring necessary hunger, your bodie ] could enjoy every luxury and beauty; al l and the common Christian comforts woul be sweetest luxuries to you, which hay palled on the sated senses of the rich You
 minds and souls could grow fine and broa
 and calm in the education their pampere l children scoff at; and the world progre! l more in year than in centuries before. An 1 you are 0 thousand to one; the joys an
 comforts, the blessed possibilities of a tho,
 sand lives against the insensate greed of or
 man for more, and more he cannot eat, c drink or enjoy. It is his madness that the do not confine such as he, who sets the worl
 back ten years for one he lives. But whe
 he opens his great vault tomorrow and sit
 down to count his ill gotten gains of the ye:
 terday, let his heart sink within him; he ha
 refused bis workmen the common rights c
 humanity, and they will leave his mills t rot in idleness.'
 He took his hat from the table and strod down the aisle amid the excited applause C
 his audience and went out, not even ono
 looking back An awkward silence followed
 but it was several moments before Phili
 braced himself to do what, perhaps, was hi
 duty. Every eye was fixed on him as b
 made his way forward, not one there but b'
 lieved he was their friend. Had he not pu
 on the fire escapes out of his own money
 spite of his father' Many whisper of con
 mendation brought an answer of hearty goo
 feeling. One or two of the women in th
 galleries actually said he was handsome
 My friends" he began, but somehow
 did not care to lift his eyes to meet the kin
 look in the trustful eyes, "I don't think the,
 is any occasion, mean, friends'-
 What did he mean, he knew better tha
 they what occasion there was. How dare
 ask them to wait and hope, for when had