Nome industrial worker., 1908-03-20
tories. Won't they lose money that

 fore bay came and you had to go back to work too soon because the doctor had to have his pay-you made shirts for 15 cents dozen. These shirts the company sod for s4. co dozen. Well you had to make 24 shirts in order to have money enough to buy back one. That left them B shirts surplus. It was the same way with my work, too. So, after while, they got too much on hand, and they shut down until they can sell off the over-supply; then they will start up again.
 A strange look settled upon her face.
 'Shut wn and let us starve?n she murmured.
 ''Yes, Mary. When we're gone there'H be others to take our place. What do the rich cale for one or a thousand sickly broken wage slaves, just so there be others to create for them? When our days of usefulness are over we can die, like poor old crippled horse. And, o God, Mary '" his voice suddenly changed; "how long will it be before he turns us out?"
 4 spasm crossed the woman s face.
 "'Surely, oh, surely, God can not let him be that cruel!" she cried.
 But she had scarcely ceased speak ing when the one door of their little homo was thrown open, admitting a blast of chilly wind which pierced her delicate body, and threatened to ex- tinguish the candle, and blear eyed, over fed specimen of first class brutal ity lurched into the room. He paused ill the door moment and quietly surveyed the pitiful tableau before him, we'll denfied sheer on his evil countenance. Then closing the door with a crash that wrung startled cry from sleeping child, he swaggered into the center of the floor.
 "Well," he said, his harsh voice grating upon their overs strung nerves Well, got that dollar yet?'
 The kneeling man only stared at him. Before that human, shaped vul- ture he was speeches..
 The venal brute brought his f1abby body up taut.
 ''Ye herd wot l said?" he reminded them.
 The covering man staggered to his feet.
 ".Surely, oh, surely!" he cried pit eously, "you can not mean to send my dying wife and innocent little one out into the storm. Oh, my God, man you can't mean it you! can !''
 But his plea fell on deaf ears.
 "Either the doller tomorrer mornin , 10 noi bizness gittin Sick. o sfek ff hdf gad yer things fer wot ye> already owe me. See?''
 "Oh, no! no. Not that! 0 God, not that!' The woman. the death rattle already in her throat, and it's grim hand upon her brow, rose, by a convulsive effort, to sitting posture, extending her hands in mute appeal. "Oh, my God you can't mean it! Say you don't mean it! Give us a week more. Only one more little week, for the doctor says that can't live but a few more days, and it won't hurt you tn do that. Surely God will award you for your kindness.
 Don't throw yer God talk at me ; I don't want any dead carcasses to be buryin'," was the heartless reply. Then as he turned to quit the room, the woman summoned her last ounce of remaining strength, and, tears streaming down her furrowed cheeks, she made her last plea for husband and babe.
 "Kind sir, have mercy on us. We are starving, sir, starving to death. Only little while" The slamming of the door cut off the rest of the sen- tence.
 With moan, dying moan born of despair unfatbomable, the woman fell back into her husbands arms, uncon- scious-a blessing which God, in his infinite mercy granted, that she might not know of that tiny flame that had gone suddenly out, as she pleaded for it's life.
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 The following morning, when the landlord, accompanied by police man, called to eject the starving ten ants,a chill seemed to pierce his heart as he entered the room. We'll it might. Upon the ragged bed rested the lifeless forms of the mother and child, while on the bare floor, strip ped of it's clothes which had been care fully wrapped around the body of the little girl, was the body of the hus- band, frozen stiff. And on the face of each rested smile, as if they were glad that God had freed them from life that permits it's noble workers, the creators cf all wealth and ease and