Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1909-12-10

trivial happenings. anu soihe"""
filled him with a vague uneasihesS'
In tbe morning he awoke pale anu
and when he 1olheu tue
Moran household after breakfast nag
pleton observed that he looked tireu'
"Its nothing" said Philip: I'm n"'
accustomed to balls"
Haggieton went out with Phihp'
He. too. had slept badly. He had peen
awakened when Jenny came 10. anu
for more than an hour he had thoughl
about this boy, his son. He did moi
like the idea Of his going out WIN
Jenny Moran.
The old man began by talking about
Margaret.
"Sbe looks to me like fine girl. ne
approyed. but IL know an!thihs
about women she's got bit OF spir'
In her. and-you'd better cut out
anybody else
"you mean Jenny" said Philip. VINO
started TO explain the situation as wen
as he could without revealing Jenny y
previous life. but Haggleton inter
rupted him: 81 know about 'ha'' i
have lived sixty years with my eyes
wide open. It's not so hard 10 guess
as YOU think, young man."
Then you must approve OF my 10
ing what can TO help her?'
"Does It help her much to dance
with herr" replied Haggleton dryly
III other people had felt their re-
sponsibIlIty toward her as | do she
wouldn't be where she Is today
"What do you mean by that?' asked
Haggleton.
you control the New York Midland
don't you?'
"Why. IL suppose So" answered
Haggleton, surprised at this sudden
turn.
"Well. the New York Midland killed
her husband at one Of its grade cross
ipgs. The law commands you tC
nut gates at these crossings, but yol
laugh at the law. and every year yot
XIII hundreds Of innocent citizens a'
Won killed her husband. Then you re
fused to pay her a cent OF damages
and as she was poor woman sh'
couldn't press the suit. So she wa'
left without a dollar in the world. ant
she had little baby, and-well TIT
end of It was she went to the bad
81 didn't know that" said Haggle
ton.
There's a good deal you rich mel
don't know and don't want 10 know
l tell you, Jenny Moran would be /
good woman today II she'd had fai
chance. And, il you think I'm goin
to turn my back on her as your crimi
nal railroad did, then you're very mucl
mistaken"
One morning, a day or two after tn
millionaires second tour with Phil
among his tenements, boy arrives
from the bakery to tell Moran that b
was to take charge of the night shit
and must report that evening ut
Mo7an sent him back with word that h
, could bring the assistant he had alread
spoken about IL he were needed. an
the answer came shortly afterwar
k by the same carrier that he must nc
fail to do so. The helper had "com
petely given out" 1t was typhoid b,
yond doubt.
Having warned Haggleton to take
II good rest In the afternoon, the bake
disappeared. as usual. The million
aire, with the beginning of his ne
career before him and anticipatill
g busy days to come, decided to pay al
other visit of inspection to his ten
ments, but this time alone. Phil
was known and welcomed wherev,
= he went, but the owner of all tn
shameful property earning blood mo
ey had tho strange experience Of la
ing doors slammed in his face and
being ordered out Of his own hous,
Il by his own janitors, who looked upl
him with darkest suspicion. Yet whe
ever he went he could not help seeil
that conditions. bad as they were
themselves, were aggravated at lea
so per cent by the shiftlessness. Il
| neglect, of his tenants. Haggletc
was beginning to formulate his ow
plans Of tenement reform. He wou
keep them to himself until the prop
moment came to lay them before b
son. At least they would be praetics
| By he was back home and at Je
ny's suggestion lay down to get son
sleep. BY Moran came in and. aft
another trade against capital, ba,
| him prepare to accompany him.
| The plumbing in the bakeshop w
all defective. Moran explained
they made their way to the place. Il
J traps to sink and soil pipes being o
of order, so that the water was in da
ger Of contamination.
Not the water you use in makil
bread?' questioned Haggleton.
" "Thats the only water we have
!" replied Moran; Its the only wat
" John j. gives u.s."
!" "Haggleton? What has he to
= with it?'
J" Just little-he owns the property.
~ They stopped before six story tel
'" ment on Market street.
= Careful. now" cautioned Mor,
" Hold on to the railing. It's steep"
!, He led the way down into a de
: hole under the street, the iron ste
slanting like ladder and slippe
u with mud and ice. Haggleton f
lowed cautiously and found himself
:" long, low basement lighted here a
" there by fiaring gas jets. AS the do
" opened he felt hot foul breath
=" from sour and moldy cavern. +
:, air was full of white dust, the wa
y were damp and greenish white. bn
; bricks showing in places where (
e. plaster had fallen off, and the wood