The Brookhaven leader., 1890-05-29

| Atter aWhlle, crash goes inc money
market, and there is no more demand
for the articles manufactured in that
iron mill, and the owner does not know
what to do. lie says: shall | stop the
mill, or shall / run it on half-time, or
| shall | cut down the mems wagcs?" lie
walks tho floor of his counting-room all
| day, hardly knowing what 20 do. To-
ward evening he calls all the laborers
| together. They stand all around,
somc with arms akimbo, some with
folded arms, wondering what tho
boss is going to do now. The
manufacturer says: Men, business
is bad; | don't make twenty dollars
whore | used to make one hundred
dollars. Somehow, there is no demand
now for what we manufacture, or but
very little demand. You see | am at
vast expense, and have called you to-
gethcr this afternoon to see what you
would advise. | don't want to shut up
the mill, because that would force you
out Of work, and you have always been
very faithful, and l like you, and you
seem to like me, and the BARNS must be
looked after and your wife will after
awhile want a new dress. Idon't know
what to do"
There is dead halt for n minute or
two, and then one of the workmcn steps
out from the ranks of his fellows, and
says: BOSS, you have been very good
to us, and when you prospercd We pros
percd, and now you are in a tight place,
and / am sorry, and we have got to SYM
pathize with you. don'tknow how the
others feel, but propose that we take
off twenty per cent. from our wages,
and that when the times get good you
will remember us and raise them again"
The workman looks around to his COM
ra1es, and says: Boys, what do you
say to this? All in favor of my PROPOSE
ton will say ay.' ''Ay! ay! ay!' shout
ed two hundred voices
But the mill-owner, getting in somo
new machinery, exposes himself very
much, and takes cold, and it settles in
to pneumonia, and he dies. In the pro-
cesSion to the tomb are all the work
men, tears rolling down their cheeks,
and off upon the ground; but an hour
before the procession gets to the ceme-
terry the wives and children of those
workmen are at the grave waiting for
the arrival of the funeral pageant. The
minister of religion may have delivered
an eloquent eulogium before they start
ed from the house, but the most i'm
pressive things are said that day by the
working classes standing around the
tomb.
That night in all the cabins of the
working people where they have family
prayers the widowhood and the orphan
age in the mansion are remembered.
No glazing populations look over the
iron fence of the cemetery; but, hover
ing over the scene, the benediction of
God and man is coming for the fulfill
ment of the Christliko injunction:
whatsoever We would that men should
do to you, do We even so to them"
'Oh," says some man here, that is
all UtOpian, that is apocryphal, that is
No, cut out of paper
this: "One of the pleasantest incidents
recorded in long time is reported from
England. The wages of the
men in the iron works at Sheffield are
by a board of arbitration, by
whose decision both masters and men
are bound. Fer some time past the iron
and steel trade has been extremely I'M
profitable, and the employers can not,
without much loss, pay the wages fixed
by the. board, which neither employers
nor employed have the power to change.
TO avoid this difficulty the workmen in
one of the largest steel works in Shelf
field hit upon device as rare as it was
generous. They offered to work for
their employers one week without any
pay whatever. How much better that
plan is than strike would be-"
The great want of the world to-day is
the fulfllment of this Christlike in
junction, that which He promulgated in
His sermon "Olivetic." All the polit-
ical economists under the archivolt of
the heavens, in convention for thou
sand years, can not settle this contro-
verSy between monopoly and hard
work, between capital and labor. Dur
ing the revolutionary war there was a
heavy piece of timber to be lifted, perhaps
for some fortress, and corporal was
overseeing the work, and he was giving
commands to some soldiers as they
lifted: Heaye away, there! yo heave"
Well, the timber was too heavy;
they could not get it up. There
was gentleman riding by on
a horse, and he stopped and said to this
corporal: why don't you help them
lift? That timber is too heavy for
them to lift" "No," he said, Il won't:
am a corporal" The gentleman got
off his horse and came up to the place.
"Now," he said to the soldiers, ''all to-
getker-yo heave!" and the timber went
to it's place. Now" said the gentle
man to the corporal, when you have a
piece of timber too heavy for the men
to lift, and you want help, you send to
your Commander-in-chief 1t was
Washington! Now, that is about all
the Gospel l know-the Gospel of Civ
ing somebody lift, a lift out of dark
ness, lift out of earth into Heaven.
That is the Gospel of helping somebody
else to lift.
oh" says some wiseacre, talk as
you will, the law of demand and supply
will regulate these things until the end
of time" No, it will not, unless God
dies and the batteries of the Judgment
Day are spiked, and Pluto and Proser-
pine, King and Queen of the Internal
regions, take full possession CT this
world. Do you know who Supply and
Demand are? They have gone into
partnership, and they propose to swindle
this earth, and are swindling it. You
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