The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1892-09-08
you would $50 It 10 your own fault that YOU
are starving and not the fault OF the men you

He gazed gloomtly at her, yet s'ood quietly
under an influence that seemed to bring calm
and comfort to his desperate mood.
Look at yonder factories" she continued,
with unconscious oratorioal power. raising her
young voice and pointing to the silent build
lngs below "look at them. Joe. with their
closed doors and 'smock-stacks covered with
those barrels to keep them from rusting these
Idle days. Who closed those doors2 Why, the
mon you followed few years ago. Where il
there by your votes. Why. the boys call the
barrels HANGING there Dallas nightcaps,' yet
they themselves sent MIR. Dallas to Washing.
ton"
.Ye're mighty WISE" growled Dartle. with
mingled anger and admiration. II s'pose the
grand folks ut the house told 70 this. What
else hev yer learnt?'
Miss Ethel taught me- many things In those
happy days." answers Margaret softly, 'and
now that she is gone it seems sometimes as
though my life had gone with her. You know
when grandfather was dying, joe" here she
struggled with sob and smoothed the folds
of her black Dress "Mr. Fletcher came and
talked to him. on" with a wonderful light
ing OF the eyes and a tremble in the rich voice,
"how be talkedI II you and could always
listen to such We would never wish harm to
one Of them again: He was pale from the
very shot grandfather gave him that night
you men burned his factory down, aud yet he
went up to grandfather's bed and said: Mar
caret tells me that you are sick and
suffering, Gwynne, and I thought it might
that bear no i'll will. God knows, | feel only
pity for you misguided men with your mis-
taken hatreds and starving families
"Grandfatner-he died the next day, you
know-just turned his face to tho wall and
cried like child. God bless you, SIR he
l raised hand against you. You've been a
good boss and know 1t isn't your fault that
the people are idle and starving. Would to
God We had listened to you from tho frstr
kept up as long as could said Mr..
Fletcher. without reducine wages and then l
give them less until the panic was over, but
would not close the works unless obliged to.
You know what happened then. They burned
my factory, threatened my life and homo, and
now I must go elsewhere; but II it is any
comfort for you starving men to know it. l 90
man."
"Yet yer good man leaves yer to starve, it
seems" sneered Dartle.
Ma:garet's pale face grew warm with the
crimson blood as she replied:
Il could not take money from him i! God
Knows he thinks have plenty, for, af:er Miss
Ethel's marriage, just before she sailed, she
called mo and said: Margaret, these are
hard times, and worse days are ahead, and |
could not feel happy If thought OF you as
suffering. have placed sum Of money in
the bank for you, and you can draw it as you
need 1t. My brother will try to sell our home
and his property here, and will follow US to
England soon-so use what leave you care
fully. and In few months l will write and
see that more is placed to your account. You
will not be forgotten"
Margaret paused many times to wipe away
the tears as she repeated the words.
"Well, an where's yer money, then2" de-
handed Dartle.
"Joe," answered Margaret, with her dark.
earnest eyes turned toward the quiet town.
do you think that could have money in the
bank and SEQ poor folks q starving around
me2 I've drawn out every penny, and thank
God had it to givew
''An' a starvin' an ireezn' yourselves to do
itp cried Dartle.
II am young and strong and it doesn't
matter" said tho girl. "There are many sick
and old ones in the town that need it N re
than IT,
Dartle looked at her glowing. Inspired face
with awe, while new emotion was born in
his breast and mastered him.
With something very like sob no bowed
his head.
can ye such slip Of a girl, tool God DO
thanked tor such as ye. Meg. i've been a bad
man, but God belpin' me, from this hour on
I'm changed oneP'
With a smile of newly-born trust Margaret
took the hand hold out to her, and together
they went down into the famine-stricke en-
town.