Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1888-03-01

D"N Eho hou bthNiN AticlSt1 uNfrrN llOul
bis embrace. She tried 10 Smile at him
through her tears.
mo, no, you must gor Still be hesitatesl
till strange cagerness came into the hlu
eyes mo, no, you must 60 Gocdby,
Philip
As he went down the steps and out Of the
gate, the chill of the last expression in her
eyes hung Hbout his heart Then he stopped
and looked about She had closed the door.
but something white fiuttered ON the step
It was her handkerchief, with tho perfume
she always used in its delicate folds He car.
ried 1t to his face-it was almost as IN he
touched her. He stood hesitating moment
"A moment big with issues TO them both.
He remembered her tender words and the
rare careSScs she had had for him; hc forgot
the undertone that had so painfully inter.
preted them. It was as il he had tasted Of
some priceless vintage of wine lie would
return in an hour and taste again. Alb, he
had waited patiently for the moment when
this woman of stainless marble would turn
to flesh And now his foolish heart counted
all its hard lessons for nothing, but beat high
with triumph. Tomorrow She under
stood him, then, hut how modest and timid
sho was. Tomorrow would be for them
both the brightest day of their lives She
was not startled at herself now, no wonder,
Mt the revelation of tho depths of such q
heart. She wanted little time to calm her
self; to get wonted 10 the new woman that
locked out of her eyes.
He had made up his mimi, and the moon
went under black cloud for anger, But il
was only for all 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 ovcrwhclms you is your own cncr
gies fused into weapons of deadly warfare; Il
ijtheir cunning which turns your myriad
lands against yourselves. Where else can
they find the force to vanquish you! The
itch arc but few. Whose hands but yours
!re strong and numerous enough to carry
out their planss The longer you submit the
stronger they entrcnch themselves with your
flesh and blood. Every week some new trade
or profession is invented to make respectable
and steady sonlo new discovered method OF
living out of tho poor; every month some new
law is passed in the interests of the money
power"
He paused for q 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
tho terrible natural distinction between
wealth and poverty, they invent codes of
manners and devise elaborate systems Of
what they mincingly call etiquette Mar.
riagc with tho poor is inexcusable. Even
familiarity with inferiors-a great breach Of
''propriety" they call it. They ask not is O
man honest and true hearted, is he kinda but
is he wealthy or did he ever soil his hands
with work? Not is woman beautiful, is
she modesto these are of little account; but is
she well-that is, richly connected? II her
father cheats others she may be admitted tc
their circles; if lie is unfortunate enough to
be cheated, never. All, the shame Of it, that
makes no account of hundreds of millions Of
human creatures of untaintcd blood, OF un
cloudod intellccts, except as mere beasts Of
burden; to deny them social privileges, and
whip the boldest of them back into the dark
ness of ignorance and contempt. All the
lights of knowledge must burn for the
few alone, all the soft influences of culture
and the elevating pleasures from art and
genius are for the few alone" He folded his
arms over his broad chest and throw back
his head in one of his grandest movements
'And how have they earned tho right tc
call themselves mankind, to drink alone al
the fountains Of knowledge and inspiring
beauty, with never share for the millions
sweating under the burdens their white
hands have put upon them? No carpets Of
priceless web are too fine for their lovely
women's feet rubies are not rare enough foI
their jewels Music beats out its heavenly
harmonies for them alone, with its treasured
meaning of uncounted centuries Painting
ravishes their eyes alone with the pictured
realms of inspired fancy. Literature scrapes
and cringes before them, with its stores OF
wisdom
Then he threw out his arms and came for.
ward to the edge Of the platform. for one
last personal appeal. A hundred that could
not understand all he said, thrilled to vague
revolt under his irresistible magnetic force
"Your bodies, whose ouly pleasure is sleep,
whose only qualification is to still the daily
recurring necessary hunger. your bodies
could enjoy every luxury and beauty; nh,
and the common Christian comforts would
be sweetest luxuries TO you, which have
palled on the sated senses of the rich Your
minds and souls could grow fine and bread
and calm in the education their pampered
children scof at; and the world progress
more in year than in centuries before. And
5ou are thousand to one; the joys and
comforts, tho blessed possibilities Of a thou
sand lives against the insenGate greed of ON
man for more, and more he cannot eat, or
drink, or enjoy. 1t is his madness that they
do not confne such as he, who sets the world
back ten years for one he lives. But when
he opens his great vault tomorrow and sits
down to count his i'll gotten gains of tho yes.
terday, let his heart sink within him; he has
refused his workmen the common rights of
humanity, and they will leave bis mills to
rot in idleness.n
He took his hat from the table and strobe
down the aisle amid the excited applause Of
his audience and went out, not even once
looking back. An awkward gilence followed,
but 1t was several moments before Philip
braced himself to do what, perhaps, was his
duty Every eye was fix I'd on him as be
made his way forward, not one there but be-
lieved be was their friend Had be not put
on the fire escapes out Of his own money in
spite of his father7 Many whisper of cem-
mendation brought an answer of hearty good
feeling. One or two of tbewonen in the
galleries actually said he was handsome
my friends" he began, but somehow he
did not care to lift his eyes to meet the kind
is any occasion, mean, friends'--
What did he mean, he knew better than
they what occasion there was How dare he
ask them to wait and hope, for when had a
corporation heart for mcrcys He knew