The daily morning journal and courier., 1905-07-03
LOVE THE LEvELER.

Though the great shop with it's be- wildering whir of machinery and it's roaring fires, it's flying sparks and dirt and dust and smoke, she threaded her way daintily. nov and again stopping to watch some giant machine perform its almost human work. The men, With their splendid muscles and per feet skill, interested her immensely. But her Jompanion was distinctly bored. The grome and sweat and dirt onended his aristocratic senses and the noise jarred upon his ears.
 What you can find interesting in this pandemonium I cannot imagine" he eXpostulated. Tt is bad enough for those who have to be here and do the work; but to deliberately seek 1t when the sun is shining outside, the roads are hard and motor car is waiting, is beyond me- e
 'Oh, Philip. can't you feel the thrill of seeing things done by real people?" she replied, ''Just look at that man at the gorge! See the great muscles stand out as he lifts the hammer. And see how skillfully he shapes the iron The strength of a giant. the delicate touch of a woman-it is grand!"
 Well, I'm blest if I can see it that way" rejoined the man. Far from being romantic, it looks to me as though the fellow might as we'll be in prison as be compelled to spend his time doing that kind of work. Of course, suppose they are used to that sort of labor-and somebody has to do it-but can't say care to see them at ft-~anyway, on a fine day with fresh air and lively spin await ing me" v HF"
 Just the shadow of impatience crossed the girls face at this speech, but she laughted fnerrily and continu- cd her way through the shop.
 It was Ida's first visit to the great works of which her father was the owner. She had been reared in the exclusive atmosphere of wealth, and her visions had tiot reached much be- yond her father's palatial mansions in ''our set and the continental tour.
 Of course she knew about the great mills, but heretofore to her they had been simply acres of gloomy, smoking prisons from which there was wrested the money that brought all the good things.
 On this pleasant day in the early autumn, wearied with the conven- tional round of pleasures and pas times, with which she was surfeited, and somewhat aroused by a novel she had been reading, which dwelt with the world of workers, she had deterrn- fned to see the inside of those great smoky shops and find out what was going on there and the manner of men who lived among them. Her father had laughted at her whim, and as he had not time that day to go with her, Philip Ham mond acted as her escort. Philip was her. constant companion-her destined husband-the son of MT. Nortons life long friend, a successful banker.
 It was but a moment after the con- versatton recorded between Miss, Nor- ton and MT Hammond tha an acci- dent occurred. 4 man directly ahead of the visitors, carrying a heavy load on his shoulder, made a misstep, fell against a great leather belt and was | carried off his feet and upward with the belt. As he realized his danger he gave a fearful slirek and his eyes met | those of Miss. Norton. The mortal terror in them burned into her very soul and she shireked: Philip. Phil- | lip, save him! Oh, save hin!" She saw the wheel to which the belt was dragging him, and knew that he must be crushed.
 Phillip also saw the fearful danger, but stood as one paralyzed. E.. He could have reached the man | from where he was, but he stood trembling with white face and hor-
 ror-stricken eyes. /
 The attention of the entire shop had been attracted by the shireks and a score of men were running toward the scene %
 Pull that lever, you there with the white cap! The black one! Quick! Throw off the belt!" came in clear, commanding tones from behind. But Hammond did not stir. He threw uI one hand to shut out the sight of the man being crushed. In the mean I man who had shouted. It was the blacksmith from the forge. The man on the wheel It seemed to Ida that she must surely faint. l At that instant the blacksmith made lunge at revolving wheel, caught two of the spokes and braced his stal- wart legs.
 It seemed as though he would be thrown against the machine beyond but, no, the wheel stopped with jerk i The muscles on the blacksmith'S arms and chest stood out like whip Icords.
 Quick, boys, quick" he cried; ]
 can't stand this long," f
 He had no need to urge. Already two workmen had hoisted a third tc their shoulders, and he pulled the vic' tim from the wheel, with one arm
 badly lacerated, but alive.
 Then the blacksmith let go tht
 wheel and the machinery restarted tc
 whir and buzz The men crowded about him, offering congratulations. I Well, I'm blest, Joe, You saved ! Mike from being made into nlince