The Newtown bee., 1889-02-22
FRIDAY. FEBRUARY aa, 1880.
srLAs VESTS STORY.
FROM THE ATLANTA CONSTITUTION.


A thousand operatives were at work
inside the mills and, outside, an orderly
mob of clerks, truckmen and laborers
surged to and fro busily engaged in their
various tasks.
The private office of Mr. John Morley,
the millionaire owner Of this vast estab-
lishment, was unoceupied. 1t was too
early for Mr. Morley to make his appear
ance, but the janitor had carefully dust
ed the handsome desks and chairs and
arranged everything in perfect order.
From time to time clerk or an GRAND
boy entered the office and deposited
a letter or parcel on the great mans
desk and then retired with business like
alaerity.
Taking advantage of n moment when
the office was deserted, swartby little
man, with reckless black eyes and a
strongly marked face, slipped into the
room.
The visitor was Silas West, one of the
operatives, but his movements would
have made it apparent, if there had
not in search of his employer.
"Aha ~ chuckled Silas, II am just in
time and / had better not larry"
He drew from his pocket a small
square parcel wrapped in white paper
and laid 1t on the desk by the ink-stand.
The parcel was addressed to "John
Morley and was marked personal"
Silas West quietly left the place and,
after furtive glance to assure himself
that he was not observed, he took a
quick turn down a narrow street where
there was not living thing in sight.
"Old Morley didn't know he had an
anarchist among his men," he muttered.
"Well, he'll never know it. There's
enough dynamite in that thing to kill a
dozen men,"
A troubled look came over his face as
he talked to himself.
at is bad thing to do" he said,
"but, curse him, why did he suspend me ?
An honest workmen has right 70 take
his little spree now and then without
having the bread taken out of his mouth.
serves what he is going to get"
The man walked along with his head
down, evidently struggling with I'M
pleasant thoughts.
"Confound it - he broke out. II am
forgetting the sublime principles of my
creed. 1t has been held by wise and
good men that it is right to assassinate
a tyrant. These bloated capitalists are
in the same box. Whenever one is kill
ed, his wealth goes into different hands
and Is distributed. If we can't have
communism, we can at least kill Off the
men with big fortunes and their money
will be scattered by their numerous
heirs. Morley's death will be benefit
to mankind"
Still, Silas West did not linger any
where in the neighborhood of the mills
He knew that the expected explosion
might occur at any moment, but merry
Gus dread took possession of him and
he was seized with desire to reach his
cottage and shut himself up.
''Good news" exclaimed Mrs Yves
when Silas entered the door.
''How? What is it can't understand,
stammered her husband, turning his care
worn face upon her.
sit is almost too good to be true" re
piled Mrs West, half laughing and hal
crying. "Who would have though
that a millionaire like your Mr. Morley
would take the trouble to think of us?"
"Woman! What do you mean?"
sob Silas, how can you look SO? NJ
Morley Is our friend. He sent his secre
tary here, this morning,to request you t,
return to work and, Silas, he says tina
II you will let liquor alone he will pro
mote you and that this suspension wa
only for your own good. 1t was to Civ
you time to think. Now, my dear, dom
you agree with me that Mr. Morley is
good man and won't you promise t.
turn over new leaf and quit that secre
society which takes up so much of you
tlme?-for am sure that half of you
trouble comes from going with thos
strange repulsive looking men,"
Silas West had turned as white as
sheet and he raised his hand to his heaI
with a groan.
Husband, are you sickf''
''where is little Mary?" he asked wit
vacant stare.
sob, yes I'lltell you about that, too,
said Mrs West. ssMary, dear littl
thing, was so delighted over the new
that she couldn't rest until she fixed u
pretty bouquet to place on Mr. Morley
desk so that he would find it when h
came down"
ssMy God !" screamed Silas. ''Do yo
mean that"
eyes; she went to the mills half a
hour ago and will be here in few mil
utes."
With wild shrek of more than mo
tai agony, Silas West staggered forwar
and fell senseless to the floor, just as Il
muffied sound of an explosion mi
away ratified the windows Of the cottag
Ii was long time before Silas We
recovered from his attack of brai
fever and, when at last he was stron
enough in mind and body to listen to q
sorrow-stricken woman by his bcdsid
he silently prayed for death.
sit was so horrible, Silas," said b
weeping wife, "to have our little goldt
haired darling killed in that manne
She was mangled beyond recognize
and the horror of it nearly killed m
But, Silas, there was one bright CLEAN
the midst of all our trouble. Mr. Morl'
and his wife came here. They had Il