The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1897-09-10

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they We're only cattle or draught
horses. Their nerves are nothing.
their domestic comfort is moth
ing. their happiness is nothing.
! They have no more sympathy
for them than a hound has for a
hare, or a hawk for men. or a tiger
for a calf. When Jean Vatican. the
! greatest hero of Victor Hugo's writ
ings. after a life of suffering and brave
endurance. goes into Incarceration and
| death, they clap the book shut and
! say: Good for him. They stamp
their feet and say just the opposite OF
save the working classes" They
have all their sympathies with Shy
| lock, and not with Antonio and POrtia.
They are plutocrats and their feelings
are Internal. Theysare filed with irri-
tation and Feasibility on this subject
| To stop this awful imbroglio between
capital and labor they will not lift so
much as the tip end of the little
| finger.
Neither will there be any pacifica-
ton of this angry controversy through
violence. God never blessed murder
Well, if this controversy between
capital and labor cannot be settled by
human wisdom, if to-day capital and
labor stand with their thumbs on each
others throat-as they dot is time
for us to look somewhere else for re-
lief, and it points from my text roseate
and jubilant, and puts one hand on the
brOadcloth shoulder of capital, and
pets the other on the hOme-spun COW
cred shoulder of toll, and says. with
voice that will grandly and gloriously
settle this, and settle everything,
Whatsoever We would that men should
do to you, do We even so to them" That
is, the lady of the household will say:
81 must treat the maid in the kitchen
just as l would like to be treated if |
were downstairs. and it were nv work
to wash, and cook, and sweep, and it
were the duty of the maid in the
kitchen to preside in this parlor." The
maid in the kitchen must say: IF NV
employer seems to be more prosperous
than l, that is no fault of hers; l shall
not treat her as an enemy. Twill have
the same industry and fidelity down
stairs as l would expect from my sub
ordinates, if l happened to be the wife
of silk importer
The owner of the iron mill, having
taken dose of my text before leaving
home in the morning. will go into his
foundry, and, passing into what is
called the pudding room, he will see
man there stripped to the waist, and
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labor and the toll, and he will say to
him: why, it seems to be very hot in
here. You look very much exhausted.
hear your child is sick with scarlet
fever If you want your wages a little
earlier this week, so as to pay the
nurse and get the medicines, just come
into my office any time"
After awhile. crash goes the money
market, and there is no more demand
for the articles manufactured in that
mill, and the owner does not know
what to do. He says: Shall l stop
the mill, or shall run it on half time.
or shall l cut down the mems wages?"
He walks the floor of his counting
room all day, hardly knowing what to
do. Towards evening he calls all the
laborers together. They stand all
around, some with arms akimbo, some
with folded arms. wondering what the
boss is going to do now. The manu-
facturer says: Men, times are very
hard; l don't make $40 where | used to
make 500. Somehow, there is no de-
mand now for what we manufacture,
or but very little demand. You see [
am at vast expense, and / have called
you together this afternoon to see
what you would advise. | don't want
to shut down 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. l don't know what to do" |
There is dead halt for minute or |
two, and then one of the workmen |
steps out from the ranks of the fell |
lows, and says: BOSS, you have been |
very good to US, and when you pros |
pered we prospered, and now you are |
in tight place and 1 am sorry, and |
we have got to sympathize with you.
/ don't know how the others feel. but |
1 propose that we take off 20 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 comrades, and saws:
Boys, what do you say to this? All
in favor of my proposition will say
aye" Aye! ayeI ayer' shout 200 voices.
But the mill owner, getting in some
new machinery, exposes himself very
much, and takes cold, and it settles
into pneumonia, and he dies. In the
procession to the tomb are the work
men, tears rolling down their cheeks,
and off upon the ground; but an hour
before the procession gets to the GEM
etery the wives and children of those
workmen are at the grave waiting for
the arrival of the pageant The min
ister of religion may have delivered an
eulOgium before they started from the
house, but the most impressive things
are said that day by the working
classes standing around the tomb.
That night in all the cabins of the