Waterbury evening Democrat., 1888-02-17
CHAPTER xxx.
EVIL. E1Es

Philip Breton began to notice in the next few days that 8 new spirit of discontent had come over tho factory hands. Before the walls of the new mill had risen ten feet from its foundations tho smiles that used to sa- lute him. and warm his heart, as he walked among his people and through the village that he had made smile toO-had faded from avcrted su!jeu faces Once, the men and women could find no words strong enough to express their love and gratitude to him. Now he heard constant complaints against the long hours that he still thought necessary; and against the smallness of their share ill tho profits of the mill.
 Philip was fast losing bis only hope and consolation. Tho dissatisfaction seemed to increase every day, and it was borne in upon him that his lifc in all it's relations was to prove complete failure. The people seemed to have forgotten how much better otf they were than others; to have forgotten tho con- sessions he had given them, such as no other mill owner thought of for a moment. There was so much more they wanted that he had not granted. He had opened their eyes to their condition more than he had satisfied their ambition. They accepted the principle he had explained and illustrated to them, and carried 1t out in relentless logic. Philip thought they were moro restless now, than ill tho worst days under his fathers intlexible management; there were more frequent meetings and bolder threats
 It was at this time, when the light of hope was almost. faded from his soul, and when he was fearful of dangers on every side, that Bertha said she would like to see her bus bands mill He could not tell her that ho did not dare to have her seen; that he slls- pected her secret had spread among the will lagers and that he feared the people whose master he was.
 ''Isn't it too cod this morning." he an-
 swered, avoiding her eyes, while he cast
 about wildly for pretense to keep her ut home. ... II am not an inva]id,'' Philip, she said slniinsly, land you have kept mo shut up ;s if were 2. prisoner. What crime have I co:nmittctl.'
 lie tried to laugh, but 6 sorry thing to made of 1t.
 "Eell shall we have tho coupes' ''IThy no; you aren't jealous of me, a1 e
 yous:
 in few moments his t,each wagon was at
 tho door. He helped her in and taking his
 seat in front with R strange, binding sensa-
 tion in his throat, looked neither to the right
 hand nor the left, but drove as if he were on @ race course.
 "Why, Philip, you take my breath away. Why don't you enjoy the morning with meF' AAo" tLS pSOplS SoGA4OASA 1AA ~AS "AAANS"S " see them so by.
 II am in hurry" he said "There is Jane signaling us; aren't you going to stopl Oh, yes, that is right. Here IS good chance to be friendly, as you wishedn
 May ride, too''' said Mrs. Ellingsworth,
 with childlike eagerpess. One might have thought sometimes she had grown ten years
 younger with her new Accomplishments; The carriage drew up to the curbstone, and the usual greetings wero exchanged "Isn't it delightfulf' said she, as she took her seat with them. Jane was all smiles and bright l glances this morning.
 How docs it seem to be nnsrried; Berthar ] she asknd, th,charming iupocepco. Phi1ir l pugby up bis whip with , look 50 black Jans thought he would strike her.: :. :, ,. Bhe saw he knew .ah he had found it 6sis sopg way; but certainly not from BeHbha tshose facs chhnged not in thB sr1nilest e1 Psession as She rdadea graceful a1s#br. :. While Jdne Ellingsworth affected to bs ad Eairilrg tho horses, sho studied the stern sci ] look of the face of this devoted husband, the deathly weariness about his mouth, the sus pense il. his. eycs; Tken she glanced nt Astitai ta ,Ettei.sl who 11pw the se9qad ti4ll &aA sHnek kai fsiis tube nM tssg. M n