Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1888-04-26
CHAPTER XIV.
woakx's SYMPATHY.

him; his fears were uofolnded, his suspi-
cions rebulsed. 1t was only last evening that
he had looked into her beautiful eyes once
more, and It was to-.cy sko had told him he
might como again. It was n great day for
Philip for another To2sol. de YVES to break
ground t!:is morning for O ncw mill, whose
walls and foundations would no laid in love
and Justice In the mill yard hundred lar
borers waitod with tho!:' SHADES over their
shoulders, and with them the young mill
owner, grnsping q spade li,:o tho rest At the
contractor, word tho iron Giistened in the
sunlight, and in an instant more hundred
and ono spades struck earth. Ten thousand
eager workmen all over the land were wait
ing on tho undertaking. Each night 10000
anxious tongues will ask how many feet the
new walls have risen that day; will reproach
tho masons il they nro slow, will bless them
il they work nightly.
The looms in tho Drctua mills arc still to-
dSy, the great water wheel is embarrassed
from tho myriad belts, while tho men and
women ard children gathered around tho
great paralleloSram marked out by tho engi-
neers for tho foundation of the new mill. 1t
was to be their mill, too, and tho face cf the
poorest creature Of them ell reflected q little
Of tho blessed hope which was making life
over for thom. Not voice was heard. For
the moment oil eyes were fixed on the bend
ing forms Philip BrCton's slight form was
bent, too, as he drove his spade deep into the
Ltubborn sod Every laborer stayed his
:aand until tho young master threw up the
first earth. Then q cheer broke from each
brawny throat, and every spade at once
lifted itz bur(lpu of Green turf,
The hundred lUborers bent again to their
task, and the frightened. daisies trembled on
their green stems, but Philip, spade in hand,
had mounted the steps of the nearest mill,
and now looked down kindly on the opera
tives who gathered cxpecSantly about him.
~ mean that not ouc injustice shall ever
desecrate these new walls. mean that tho
mill shall be temple of cooperation. l be-
lieve the world is just entering on q new
epoch, more glorious than any before, because
blessings that have been confined to the few,
comforts that have comforted only tho few,
leisure and amusement, even, that has
cheered only the few, shru be universal; that
each hand that tiils the earth shall share in
its bountlful harvests, which now pack the
store houses of fEw in useless profusion;
that each hand that weaves our cloth shall
share in its profits according to his worth. 1t
isn't because the world is SO poor that you
have been poor SO long; but because its wealth
is wasted Yet be patient. Violence only
destroys, it does not build up, and every or
ticle of wealth destroyed leaves SO much less
of your heritage We will not work any
more today it shall be holiday to be kept
sacred in our memories, as Gl inspiration to
more faithful labor and more honest, con-
tented lives.
But for a moment no one moved, till he
leaned his spade against the wall, and started
to come down. Then n:ur.rur ran through
the crowd till it swelled TO cheer, and as he
made his way out, he had to clasp thou
sand dingy hands, reached out to the young
master in token Of the love and trust of
thousand frightened lives.
His destiny that had frowned SO long and
SO terribly, smiled at last. As if by q nliracle
his life, that had seemed SO dreary and bar
ren, was become O path Of flowers Ali
dangers were avertcd, all evils turned into
blessings, and it was SO short time ago that
he saw no spark Of joy in life. It had
been like q day when the clouds had shut
away the sun, and settled gloomily over the
Garth for q storm. A shadow creeps into
every human face, darkness covers in every
home, the birds flutter in terror from tree to
tree, or nestle fearfully In their retreats.
The very brooks moan instead of babbling.
Ehen suddenly the summer sun burns
through the clouds, which scatter to their
caves beneath the hills; the rippling rivers
glisten and sparkle like rarest jewels, and the
birds break forth in song as they mount III
ecstasy toward the sunlight. Not a human
thing but brightens into sudden gladness. Sc
short time ago he thought life only a dull
cherries struggle. that he rose in tho morn.
ing heavy and disheartened, that he lay down
at night, careless if he slept forever. But
suddenly the world looked like an enchanted
palace to Philip Breton, and his life seemed
as perfect as day in paradise
1t was at o'clock that he was to 60 tC
Bertha, and it was only Q when he was ready
and waiting in his study for this last slow
hour between him and happiness to slir
away. Ec l"''"l un the street and dow1
again, su ; aa,i ere ql,ta desertc /; ht
might have fancied the world all gone tt
sleep had he not heard the roar of the waters
going over the dam. Then he glanced at thu
clock. If ho had not heard its loud ticking
ne wouiu nave heen "ItlulS W swear tif
hands must have stopped. He picked up
newspaper and tried to interest himself in u
What child he was, to be sure, not to kEoV
how to wait Did he imagine there would b,
nothing more for him to wait for after to
day? His eyes glanced impatiently down tn
pages. There seemed to be absolutely nothing
in the paper at all; he must stop his subscrip
tion; he might as well write to the publisher
now; it would take up little OF his surplu
time. But what was this odd looking advel