The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1891-12-19

by man appeared carrying a leather
bag. He turned from side to side. as
II he expected some one TO speak TO
him. Presently a clerk advanced TO-
/ wards him and asked him his business;
he wanted TO see Mr. Sage To get a
| sight Of any of these millionaires in
| their offices is almost as difficult as to
| get into the Holy eff Holes, or the
sacred chamber of the Grand Lama.
/ Mr.. Sage was busy-Mr. Sage could
not be seen present; and on the refusal
of an interview, the stranger grew vio-
| lent. Mr.. Sage heard the tumult from
within, and doubtless supposing that
it was a borrower who wanted money,
and that his bag was full of bonds and
stocks hurried out to see what was the
matter The stranger confronted him
with an immediate demand for twelve
hundred and fifty thousand dollars on
the pain of instant death. Even with
instant death staring him in the face,
Mr.. Sage had no idea Of parting with
his cash unless the demander was
provided with plenty of collateral, so
he said TO the man with the bag-"Oh,
you get OUT This is a favorite eX-
preston of Mr.. Sage's to needy bor-
rowers, whose securities are not gilt
edged. "Oh, you get out" had hardly
passed his lips as he turned to leave
when the stranger dashed his leather
bag upon the floor, and the next in
slant all was chaos, ruin and death.
The stranger himself was literally
blown to pieces; the offices were
wrecked as if they had been swept by
a cyclone; the dead and wounded lay
among the debris, and the only living
thing that escaped comparatively un-
harmed amid the general ruin was the
object of the strangers vengeance,
Russell Sage. A few scratches, a con
siderable fright, and the loss of
cheap suit of clothes, which fifteen
dollars will make good, is about the
extent of his damage. ~ was always
lucky" men have often heard him say,
and now they will begin to believe
him. The office and all the furniture
was blown TO pieces, except Mr.. Sage's
desk 1t is a shabby old affair, but
it was the only article spared.
For years | have anticipated some
such crime as this. 1t is a crime that
is possible at any hour of the day or
night, and against which all safeguards
of society are of no avail. The Gar
of Russia in broad daylight surround
ed by his Cossacks is hurled to instant
death.
A certain class of patriots. who be-
lieve in physical force, and who refuse
to be intimidated themselves, expect
to intimidate England by blowing a
hole in the Parliament House, and
killing fifteen or twenty innocent wo-
men or children. The murderous exc
cution of these new and terrible explo-
sives and the comparative ease with
which they can be procured, places
the lives of the best men as well as the
worst at the mercy of every murder
Gus crank, whose real or imaginary
wrongs lead him to seek this mode of
vengeance.
Jay Gould and Russell Sage and
men Of like ilk may not be the most
lovable persons on earth; but in their
accommodations, while at times they
both have strained our patience and
our faith, they have kept within the
pale of the law, and doing so are en-
titled to all the protection the law
can give them. But who can protect
us from an assassin like the avenger
of Friday last. What power can shield
us from such a danger? None, but
God We congratulate Mr.. Russell
Sage on his fortunate escape, and
trust that his life may be spared for
many years--to be inscribed on the
Golden Roll of those who have been
the benefactors of their kind. He'is
credited with from seventy to a hund-
millions of dollars,-more money than
he could reasonably spend on himself
if he lived till the crack Of doom.
This city has many thousands of sick
and suffering poor; within a week a
woman and her child starved TO death.
Think Of these things, Russell Sage,
and cast part of thy abundant bread
upon the waters. 1t may not return
till the stream of eternity rolls by,
but you may find it recorded in the
Lambs Book of Life-"Where puts and
calls ond straddles do not count, and
where your piled up millions will have
no more weight than the dust that you
trample beneath your feet" "Whoso
giveth unto the poor lendeth unto the
Lord. Work while it is yet day, for
the night cometh when no man shall
work. BROADBRIM.