Lyon County times. [volume] (Silver City, Nev.) 1874-1907, 1888-09-01
BY CHARLES J. BELLAr1Y.
copyrighted by the Author, and published
by arrangement with him.

the weakest goes to the wall. The poor are
the weakest in this case"
Could the mill owners son dispute such
plain propositions9 An odd silence pervaded
the company The gentlemen in the windows
stopped talking to look at this curious young
man, who seemed disposed to question the
plainest axioms of his class. His father
hitched uneasily in his chair and rustled
bundle of papers to attract Philips attention.
What had got into the boy9
But of what possible account was his
opinion. Mr. Breton rose to his feet, and all
eyes were turned toward the mill owner, on
the course of whose ideas hung the fate of a
whole village, The clock struck TO-
Gentlemen, you pronounce yourselves
satisfied" he waited. His lawyer smiled
complacently, the paymaster and his clerks
began piling up the books. "Well, then,
there are one or two formalities, my lawyer
informs me-What is that noise!"
1t was like rising north wind, not little
like the breaking of the angry sea on a rock
bound shore. From the entrance to all the
mills swarmed jostling human FORMS A
thousand heads turning at frequent intervals
to catch courage from their numbers, gave
an unpleasant snake like effect to the sway
ing columns which united as they swept on
toward the mill yard gates. Philip Breton
hurried back from the hall and threw open
the Office door, Within all was still as death.
The complacent smile had died on the law
yer'ss lips. The clerks stood like statues,
while the ruddy color slowly faded from his
fathers face, giving place to underlined dread
of a danger that had clements no hu 1,an arm
could control. Kings and armies before him
had trembled at the murmur of rnobs till
they learned how short lived was the mad
fury of the people, no matter how terrible
their wrongs, until they learned how certain
was the disunion which made patient victims
so soon again out of the fierce avengers of
blood
DO you ask what the noise is?" cried
Philip from the doorway. sit is a strike at
last, see for yourself"
The sight of the mill hands in open revolt,
untouched by the motives that commonly re-
strained them, at once awed Philip, and de-
termined him to oppose their violence with
his life if need be. The mill yard gates were
hastily unlocked by the frightened janitor,
and as the first excited throngs, like nation
escaping out of bondage swept through them,
only one man stood calmly watching from
the counting room piazza In the front rank
ran some little children, whose faces, that
should have been rosy in the first bloom of
life were ninchad and wan instead Plav
hours and ,,o,.r,, sro,.4s y1oro rrl,ro,,-, +o
Them What their habv f,rors couId earn
p-o, Tho ,naros+ t,.iao hut = coe+ hon, +ho
only hours that could ever be free from care.
A nrr,hor Of tbo,, ,,o,o dofo,.r,,od f,or, q
nogloc+od ;,fono,-. +loy bod 70 1oorn 10 ho
e+iil heconsn If br,t tIor, 70 folr--+a,,C Clo,.or
lessons tbere yvas no tin3a for Tbe, c,n1e
tbn 1rirIs chotto,.in,, and ,orvo,,sIt rnII-
ino tbeir eho1vls about their. sb.pIders
as ;f i ,,ara ,,,i,,+ar Ono ard ali
seemed to wear tba Maid sba1yI-baJgo Of
tboir o+io,,~-ond +boro ,roS tbo sor,,o 1,ll
,,oIio,y b1,n Nv, 4Gai ,boor- tho soT,,o IinoS Of
,.;,,or ~, - faca I,, of H., lIod
,,,. lNieIs lI,+ e, I' ,,t titIa. t,,t +ba
- " tli. IL 1,aid 1,or,, bod
fror,,,ro ~, ttoi obifIood as II o,,,oI +har,
,,or, A,,d i-,,tood of rasti,Ir TrbiIo +bo,,
,,ih+ ,i,, into LooI+Lf,I ho,,S,,, ,,,o,,,o,, and
nj ,tI,,. tI'oi, ,,,,it+I fror,,o~ a,,d
soft ,,s1,s ,,,,,s+ ,-,,,l. lilo fti, s+o,.,,i,,
fo+I,o,. o,,1 t,1l,o,, T. is o,,1-- tl, ,,,C,,nS9
of Lo,nh ,,L,,,7 tl,, +i,,,o,,+ of obi,o1r,-
;s for In every eve yros tbe duIIness tbat
co,,,as .,-Lan boye 3oos o,,1 tho ,,.oI,a dalicl
io,s droer,ircr The eternal npiviIo~a Of oirI-
hood is bro7,pn rudaIv pnon. when love has
NO mora Of its ideol Glory and m the beautv
of nuritv md refinement is lost in the gross
st,nonIa for so71e,bjng to eat The GENTLE
poetical grace Of wonanhood was gone, those
buddlinG awkward creatures were only
weaker men.
But Mr.. Breton had pushed his chair to one
side and was making his wav throurb the
group of his friends with hardly a word. TIE
rest tried to smile but be was far too angry.
"Don,r pon urped his LAWYER irlnera-
lively laying his hand ON his shoulder,
ssdon't think of it. YOU can do no kind of
rood and +bnr, will only insult Won ~
S1Gne''it ,,,oyn ba rcnootad ,ot,voo, b;O
.oo+l, 1,han no s+on,,od ond crddonlr food
obo1t IIo f,ourcd fiarcoIv on tba coutious
Ia,,o;,'oss NOV, ,,bon bo knav fnII uell bad
So9idod 70 olive him the lrrch s'Tf 7 had n