Lyon County times. [volume] (Silver City, Nev.) 1874-1907, 1888-08-25

Mr.. Breton, why, he was with me only last
night Can he be sichF
Yes, sick with shame, and Philip thought
how quickly the flush of pride would fade
out of his fathers pleased face, if he know
knew that his own son, the heir of his mil.
lions, had been discarded at last by the girl
he had already taken into daughters place
in his heart. And it was this same man
Philip had defended and argued for, that
had struck his deadiest blows at the mills,
and now thrust his knife into the very home
of the rich man. IL would embitter the
fathers life, when he came to know of the
broken heart his boy must bear foreyer-but
he need not know just yet.
Now and then the young man went out
into the hall for clear view of tho massive
mills, and glanced foarfully along their front,
and listened. But the roar of Che machinery
did not abate, and through the jail like win
dow5 he could see the tiroless mon and women
forms stepping backward and forward, rais-
ing and lowering their hands at the tasks that
had ushered in their cheeIleSs youth, and
were wearing out their tedious lives Very
likely there would be no trouble; could it be
they had been influenced by his words! God
forbid that any such responsibility should
rest on him. Olce, man appeared at q
door. Philips heart stopped beating for an
instant; he thought him the first Of u long
line that would now rush forth from thep
prison. But the man only stood lstlessly
moment as if there was absolutely nothing Of
Importance on Lis mind, and then went back.
So Philip returned to the Office.
SIS that Bretons son, that young man who
looks so pale! He don't seem to take much
interest in this busupSSn
"Fve always noticed business talent wears
out in one generation. The father earns and
saves for the son to spend
True for you, said third, apparently of
Irish birth. "Well, we won't want the boys
services when the old man dies"
Hush Breton is tallingn
'And, gentlemen, l have never known
strike here, though [ certainly don't pay any
more wages than my neighborS.' There was
a slight noise of something falling outside
and Philip hurried out. TAe mill yard was
as quiet as on Sunday; not soul in the
whole village apparently who thought Of
strike but him. And whether he feared most
an outbreak or day of peace he could not
have told
Il wonder how the help will like the
change suggested a white haired old gentle
man, with a grim smile.
These corporations are the neatest device
of the century for a gagging machine. What
the DEVILS the use of the help grumbling,
when there is nobody they can find to blame,
only a fiction of law
Philip was standing near the speaker, and
was so CALLED by his complacent enjoyment
of his own unfeeling philosophy as to venture
to make suggestion
"Isn't it just possible that this complaining
you wish to gag has some occasion"
A dozen craned their sleek wise neckS, to
stare at the man who talked SO wildly.
'Why, my kind hearted young friend" re-
piled the philosopher, glad of an excuse to
vent his practical wisdom, don't you see the
poor will complain until the whole vast dis.
tance between us and them is bridged over.
We have got to protect ourselves, you won't
deny that | climb to heights on ano.her's
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