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: ■ '-V * • THE WEEKLY LEDGER": GAFFKEY, S. C., OCTOBER 31, 1895. n c!7)// c/urinaid * ' -r^ CoPYHi'jHf u9S ■*9-.* tr C lAP'FER X A WOMAN'S WORT). “From placin', pestilence and famine, from battle ami murder and from sudden death,” says the grand old Litany, “Good Lord, deliver us;" and assuredly, rf the inspired sage who wrote these words had lived in the latter days, he would have added: “And from Hirikos and walking delegates,” for humanity confronts no evil more appalling than the pitiless edict which goes forth that the breadwinner shall not toil, and his women end children shall be martyrs to the Great Cause of Labor vcrsusCapital. Down in the dust fall the devotees of reform uud the juggcrnautic car of demagogism crushes them to powder. Only one little month of four weeks has clnp;;cd since the shadow of evil fell upon the shipyards, and see what changes it has wrought. Men’s very natures seem twisied from their normal beings from the passions which stir within them. And poor Joe Henderson—Ilarland’s young friend, who had just carried him the evil tidings—as honest a young fel low as ever wielded an adze, was one of the first victims of the unreasoning hatred of wealth—wrecking everything, even to A 1 ice Palmer’s love, for the bright “saleslady” was betrothed to him. The shipbuilders, driven to exaspera tion by the unreasonable demands of the union on Moore & Marston, had voted a general "lock-out,” and two thousand heads of families in the city of Chicago were out of employment. Men gathered at the street corners, crowded the great labor balls, paraded with bands and Hags, or cheered in mass meetings Sehlossingcr’s lierec de nunciations of the bloated bond holders. Meanwhile supplies from the labor league were served with tolerable reg ularity, and all felt that right must triumph over might. Two months passed, and the subsidies from the central committee became less frequent. Siill the masters stood firm; the men solid. Then went the startling whisper abroad that one hun dred Freneh-Canadian skilled mechan ics had been hired in the place of the strikers, and that work would be re sumed, under protection of big patrols of police, at Moore it Marston’s yard on the following Monday. Meanwhile how fared it with the llarlands? But badly. The insurance policy has lapsed, the upholsterer has taken away the parlor furniture, though it was nearly paid for, the sewing ma chine has been replevied, and Nellie’s pretty volumes have been seized under “cutthroat contract”by the book agent. It is not a question of luxuries with them, hut of bare subsistence. An empty cupboard! It is difilcult for one living in this land of plenty to realize what that means—what it means to see one’s loved ones in want and lack the means of relieving them. In vain Alice Palmer humbly ap pealed to Cohen for reemployment; the •trike had hurt business, she was told, and she was not wanted. Grey meanwhile was busy. He had •pokeu at one or two meetings and per haps had done more harm to the cause of order than Schlossinger could ac complish in his wildest (lights of bla tant fury, for this young enthusiast brought forward batteries of strong ar gument that appealed to the reason rather than the emotion of men and made him converts of the cooler, pteadier'hands, who had but laughed at their comrades’ frenzies. Grey was in tense, earnest, ready to lay down his life for the cause. Now, when the Monday morning came on which it was announced that Moore «& Marston’s yard would be in “full blast” again, George Harluud, who had all along declared that no tanion in a free country should stop him from working when work was to be got, started from his home with his dinner pail in his hand. “Do not be a fool; you are risking your life,” had been Grey’s advice, net tled at the obstinacy of the man who would not acknowledge that the few must suffer for the benefit of the many. “Do not go!” Alice cried, clinging tearfully on his arm. “Pshaw, girl!” he replied roughly. “I never drew a cent of the union’s money, and I’ve always declared that I would take the first job that came along. No man shall dictate to me whether I work or lie idle.” So George Uarlund went to his doom. The day passed wearily for the women. Night came on, and with heart-beating anxiety they waited the coming of the breadwinner. “George is late,” Nell said, nervously; “1 do wish he would come.” “Oh, ho will he here before long/g Alice replied, with assumed cheerful ness. “Hark!” the young wife screamed as she flew to the door: “What is that noise in the street?” Grey, attracted by the tumult, flew downstairs and joined tho trembling women. » What a sight met their gaze! Their George— the i lol of this humble home— with blood-stained face and torn clothes —swinging his ax over his head and buttling for his life against a hundred fierce assailants. In vain a dozen po licemen rally round him. They are beaten down like grain before the sickle; and the mob, hoarse and furi ous, rushed over their bodies on to t he victim. Then* was something grand in his despairing •(forts, as. like a gladi ator, he faced hi-, enemies. “Down with the scab! Kill him! kill him!” shriek u score of angry voices. Ah, surely it Is nil ever. felled to the earth by a erusli-ing blow on the bn •!. of the bend, he drops at the feel of hi, pee .ecu tor*. “Hang him! Hang him!” yell the in furiated mob. But over his prostrate body stands Frank Grey, unarmed—pouring forth an impassioned appeal to the frenzied men to spare their victim. Impotent, but heroic effort. Men had lost their reason and become tigerlike in blind ferocity. An instant and ho would have lain beside his senseless friend, when the hissing pings of rifle bullets spread terror among the «rowd. "The Pinkertons! The Pinkertons!” is the cry, and as the name of that dreaded police agency is heard, the mob sways backwards and forwards fora moment, then breaks like an ocean wave spent by its own fury. All fly but one. lie bends low over the fallen figure and lifts the nervekiss arm which hides th< battered face. “George Ilarland!” ho shrieks. “My God, what have I done?” Ho helps Grey bear the lifeless bur den to the house, he hears little Wil lie's piteous cry, as they lay it on the bed, he lingers for one moment at the door and tries to utter a few words of sympathy, which his parched lips re fuse to form, he looks in mute appeal to Alice, he sees her pointing to tho door, and hears her scornful “tJo!”witn u groan, as he slinks into the deserted street, straight on his way to give him self up at the nearest police station. For days George Garland's spirit hovered between life and death—and all the time the wolf was r.t the door, and the poor, stricken women knew not where to turn for help, too proud even to let their lodger know they were lacking the bare necessities of life. “Allie,” said the sorrowful wife one day, when George was convalescing, “will you take care of Willie? I am go- ingdown town.” “Yes; but where are you going, Nell?” “To tho pawnbroker's,’’ was the sad reply. “Oh, Nell!” Those who live in less prosperous coun tries could hardly understand the tone of anguish in the girl's tones, where none l -■ -u iTs iu liliiiiji' * vC'ff v kn ‘ WHAT UAVS I DONE?” is so poor he would not blush to own he hud fled to that last refuge of the destitute. “And 1 must bear my share of the sacriuee. Oh, do let me, Nell,” and Alice ran to fetch tho pretty trinkets and best dress it had cost her so much pinching to earn. In rapid succession all other super fluities followed—then the necessities, the spare sheets and blankets, George’s best clothes, and one sorrowful day raw the young, sobbing wife draw her wedding ring from her linger and [/iss down the street to the house with the three golden halls. How vain had been George Garland's boast of his superb strength, mechan ical skill, temperate habits, and profita ble employment. He, who had defied sickness and laughed at misfortune, now lay a physical wreck in a gaunt home blighted by the curse of a walk ing delegate. CHAPTER XI. WORDS OF FLAMS. A mass meeting. No hall could hold the vast concourse of excited men and women gathered to discuss the labor trouble, which threat ened to spread like fire into the indus tries, and even to g^vo color to the dread of an outburst of communism, which has always been a bugbear to Chicago. Loud of voice and strong of lung. Demagogue Schlossinger roared his de nunciations from the platf-'rm with a rudo brute eloquence that even struck chords of sympathy in Frank Grey’s heart, much as he despised the man. It was a bitter ar-aigiiment of the wealthy classes, showing under a glar ing light of savage criticism the job beries and corruptions of public offices, the cruel tyranny of monopolies, the hard, fettered fate of the man who had to work for his daily bread. Vulgar and ill-bred us the fellow wai ho was u born orator, and when he rose to pas sion mi his speech men listened with broutfii ssinterest. But a strange thing was to happen. The speaker was the midst of th* most lurid flight of his imagination, and paused with folded arras t<j let tl;y weight of his words sink into tho hearts of his hearers. Cvery eye was fixed on hlti), Kvery bosom was thrilled with emotion. Suddenly—no one could say exactly how or whence she came—a young woman sprang to his side, pale as mar ble ami with flashing eyes, hatless and with hair streaming in the wind. She stood for a moment facing the astonished multitude, then, in a voice l tden with passion, but clear and mu sical as a bell, she ericd with uncon scious plagiarism: “Men and women hear me, for I will •.peak. I come to you from a home made desolate by your folly, from the h*cd :i le of a half-murdered hit .bund, with the cries of my children for bread ringing i" my maddened ears. O, listen t i me! For the sake of your wives and little one., you must and iflml) hear me." The silence was intense. •Or h r." yelled Atkins, recovering his woman in- very verge “No, no!” roared the tickle crowd. “Let her speak.” Was this ill-clad young spired? Words leaped from her lips in clear, resonant tones that held the people spellbound Men forgot her haggard look and mean attire, as their cars drank in the music of her voice, as they listened to the terrible tale of their sufferings; and when in glowing tones she pictured her Iiapoy days before the strike, and drew the contrast of her present blighted hearth, the women sobbed with sympathy and even men’s eyes filled with tears. Nor did they grow restive when she reproached them for sacrificing to their pride the comfort of those they should have loved dearer than their lives—the 1 >!lv. the madness of their actions, which had led them to the of murder. “And for what,” she cried, "for what have you steeped your souls in crime and shadowed your homer, in poverty? For a sentiment—for a weak, sickly sense of offended dignity, which a school boy would blush to pout over." Then, with infinite tenderness, she drew a picture of her sister's sorrow „ and the tragic story-of Joe Henderson s love and ruin. And at last, in one grand burst of passionate eloquence, with quivering lips and tear-stained face, she appealed to the women, tho real sufferers in this unequal fight, to lend their sympathy and lead the bread winners back to a sense of duty. Sue finished—cast one look full of mate pathos at the people—and with head bowed low retreated from the platform. For a moment there was silence; then the pent-up feelings of those thrilling forty minutes hurst forth in one tre mendous roar of applause. Cheer upon cheer greeted the brave girl>is she stepped through tho crowd; women clung round her and kissed her ’mid mingled tears and laughter; men shook her by the Irand and poured lavish praises in her ears. Well might those self-elected tribunes of t lie people, Schlo; linger and Atkins, look glum, for the backbone of the strike was broken and tho next day the busy hum of industry made music in the erst deserted shipyards of Chicago. And one man went back to his lodg ing dismayed at the events—feeling very much as if his temple of theori i were but a house built of cards, which a girl with her finger had toppled over and left him more iu doubt than ever us to which was the best way to solve the intricate problem of the rights of labor. 0 ears Xis t'i'vJ’ t.elf-p ,st .v, ‘Throw her mil! Off with the u.uv fool. 1 '' CHAPTER XIL FAINTING BY THU WAYSIDB. T 11 v ! j ;; 11; w rapidly by. The merchants of tho city presented Nellie Ilarland with a purse of five hundred dollars. George was on a fair way to recovery. Alice had secured a position in a store, where her lithe step and laughing eyes bore testimony to a contented spirit that rejoices in a fair day’s wage for a fair day’s work, and even Joe Henderson was hoping to re deem the future, and all but Frank Grey were happy. Times were not prosperous with him Spring succeeded winter, yet he had se cured no permanent employment, while the fees he had received for desultory contributions to the journals and mag azines had been so small that 1m was obliged to draw on his little capital till the end of Ins resources was unpleas antly close at hand. "Literature,” sneered the eccentric Bailey in his forcible style, when one day Frank met him in his rambles, "is a tolerable cane, but an infernally un reliable crutch.” Now ne rc i iity has no laws. The world did not want his services, save in one way, and that the most ob noxious tohlm. Ho must once more turn school master, the only profession in the states which seem, always to offer a chance of employment to the impecu nious, who stay in it, in nine cases out of ten, Ju >t as short a time as necessity compels them to do so. His new field of labor—for he soon f >und a position—was a village a hun dred miles from tho city amid tho rich, rolling prairies of HBnois. lie had boesi down to the place to in terview successfully the sehool author- ▲ YOUNG WOMAN SI-KANG TO HIS SIDE. Ities, uuU was returning to Chicago to spend the last' few days of freedom be fore taking possession of Ids new in- •jmnbcucy. The railroad oaf was crowded. lie found himself seated beside an oldish man, dressed In a shabby suit of black —a man who looked us though he iiad seen better days. His features, strong ly marUod, were ashy pale, and his Ups occasionally twitched convulsively. “Are you sick, sir?" Grey asked. He was startled by the short, nerv- cun reply: “Get m-r out of the train, or l shall die!” Grey at once alarmed the conductor, who vainly sought R physician among the passengers, while the growing pal lor in tho sufferer’s fa'o threatened » serious end to the adventure. “We stop at I’rin •eton next. If some one would only see him to the hotel ho may have a chance.” the conductor sug gested. Grey at once volunteered his service*. Blessed 11 hall sliind "ir you enoose to stop ana take cato of your sick irlcnd," the proprietress of the hotel declared, “he may remain; but our hotel’s no hospital, nor 1 ain't no nurse.” i Common humanity demanded that < Grey should see the sufferer at any rato through the night, though he thought ruefully of the additional expen >c ho was encountering, for he felt ascured that the old fellow would have to be his debtor for all outlay. Colic the doctor called it—that com mon pestilence of the western spates— but sharp remedips prevailed, end towards morning the patient dozed into a slight, grateful slumber. “I am better,” he gasped on waking. “Of course you are," Grey respond .1 cheerfully. “You’ll be on your leg* again in no time.” • . .1. vo i will n< t leave me yet?” “V.’hy. yjs, I must be going soon.” “!) n't go. Stay a little.” “Well, we'll see. Now don’t worry l yourself about trifle-,. I’m not very flush myself, but I cm find enough to |), c . r itv gut see you through this little trouble. I’il settle the bill here before 1 go.” _____ This seemed to pacify tho sick man, for he grew rapidly-bett er, and before *; - noon was talkiaga i gliblyai though ho y , , hud never been sick, usloundin • Grey , . . . > e g|V.«l l!il-t ' with Ins terse remarks, nuy, tucyoung j fellow, to his own amazement, f > :r ’ “w-w'-— himself chattering over Ins own rrl r.-'i- tures in Chicago, partly with a view of diverting his listener ari l partly be cause he was glad to get a congenial spirit total!; to. In fact, the old gentleman pie!;- 1 up so immensely that it was d. fide 1 that Frank should continue his journey on the midnight mail, leaving the man he had played the Samaritan to to follow at his leisure. “I have some little influence in Buf falo, where I live. Give me your ad- dj-ess; who knows what may turn up?’’ Grey, with an amused smile, v.. !; the number of his street in his frier P , pocketbook as desired, little dreaming that he would ever hear anyiiiitigof the dear old fellow again. And, h iv ing thus done his duty, he paid the hotel bill and left the place. Four days afterwards he received a letter from the Western N v.v York Rolling Mill company, offering him tlr- position of assistant, secretary, at a sal ary of eighteen hundred dollars u year, and by the same mail a sweet, woman ly letter, dated from Iko p-ff. i.lrcet, Buffalo, in which thy wri t.V k l him warmly for his kin inc-.s t > h hushe.nd, and added: “He lias b a fortunate enough to secure far you the offer <jf an appointment, v.h.i.-h, though not very great, is likely to b* « / p ping-stone to some tiling hitler, i i. needful that you should be hr- f >.\h- ‘There Waiteth for Us Many a Well- known Face.” Again Death, our merciless visitor, in our one. mis c ome into nnol ie r IOHK- t*«wn and robbt 1 it of :i !om youn itul full of h l|»e Miss gill w 11 s Gm • you 'q.'.t chit 1 of M Mrs (• G. S -ru - r r Par ero s <• e<l Ik ■r in 1 o v i 11 g •; •• • r 1 "4 *’< • ri!y si the s 11! <1:1 ne in I he h rn - eir I C RI ! AT BATTLES arc contin- ^ H illy going on ill He- human sys tem. Hood's Sai ollt disease ami Rt?t ’ra graii I dear 1 o t !e he:irt' of from ! deeds will) get:i!o eliri-l ii n iritlue-ui- hallow her memory, and we whispi r. work unfinished here is perfect and complete in her heavenly home. A brief illness ended our friend’s useful life and op* tied bright portals for the triumphant soul, the welcome was sound' d iu a heavei !y -.'.oHd ere the farewell was hushed in this. loiiglit ! "Our loved ones wait, to meet us at and R-IPA-N-S li. U — mm y The modern stand- in & ard Family Medi- w cine: Cures the in > common every-day 5 ills of humanity. in TMOC z c MARK A Friknd. “* VI l • a: FOR Up-to-Date Job Print ing, caii the LEDGER Office. ac*. *rr »✓ rams vrmm - Exclusive fireser/. jgggt-.vr::;;;: i ex lusive gro- inore better to to keep up with the* m.-irket in our particular line, therefore our service tnu.-t be better than that of *Hir ci>nipptit*>rs. Heavy and* Fancy Gnxvries etc. constantly on han 1. Your licked. Ih spectfulb', 5 5 Y l\ ^ J?* 5 * A i* ItSS, •■'1'he Orocer*.” patronage is so- To The I ply of New Crop Raisin-, t’itrons, Clean ..I • (hirrants and ev* rvi hing nem*ssarv for bakh I his week 1 desire to call your attention to the fact that I have just reeeived a fresh sup- ’ leaned linking cakes, also a big line of nice Fruits, .Jam-. Pr; --rves, (Ye.-, which l will sell at very low prices. I also have the nicest Patent Flour tor cake baking to bo found in th;-city. Call for “ Pinnacle’* Hour. Armour's Hams, Sausage and Lard eonstantlv in atoek, Come to Headquarters tor anything vou ne - 1 and save monev. Yours Truly, » Paul V. Gaffney. Hvman’s sweet mixed pickles—the finest. with, s a I suggest y oar ci) a ing I » ) I> ; /* f.il » by tho train t’a :.t rea d; - » I V at nin : o'elo I; o.i 'i’n y •* * n v Gian, in ray !. i d) -,ad’a : t from ! 10m -, 1 v.-i ! io-eet you U l i i J 1 r J station . Mr. Woo ’.'•rove hop , t!i : •; , for th o prc:,.':u, _* yon will in: 1: o ; ir houso your h rne. We are . i/uaple people, bi‘ -. vill do o:: • I: . 1 make \ •ou eorui' n-' :i! )l -. Uep’.y i 4.0 0*2 ', un-1 o’.) lige you;- *; n- li-al frlo:. !, “Do::*). hv Woo nun ov::.” Thou wonderful letters Frau I: Gr. y rend a . in n dream. “Hoi v the cl! -Iren he i-.-e.. -I, “,..)-1 •i that : • .- ly old fell.) .v Iiave wron t t! .0 rahv. :!< j? It only < dj irat i r-.y a i- pioio.u , i that lie ba-i . seen bette r ‘day and t.’i rng’i broken in fortune h a i po. erful fi fiends whom he lias imp. -rtan in my behalf. As f jr going to fl. ir house. that is all r flit, they cli )abGe ., want a lodger, and 1 will try and be a liberal one.” The union depot at Buffalo i is a bi ■ / rambli ng buildin g, wi;i.,*Ii w’a e a throng el with hm i Ire la of b r; ;! 1 in Y people pouring f -1 i. o«.n t.i,. is fror n every p ant of the o > >, !>rv ■ YY12 . ■> a broad field for the search of ;•;» ua- known person. Grey too!; in the i ib airdity of liis p )- HARDWARE! HARDWARE!! Axes, Bolts, Belting, Roping, Feed Cutters, Guns. r'* * _ i • Cartridges, riqg< Pocket Cutlery, Table Cutlery, Tea-* spoons, Tablespoons, and vvhac you don’t see call for. CLOTHIfiS! GL0TI118G!! CLOTHING!!! !in<* uf suit.-, r-M.UO to $15.00. Overcoats $.‘5.50 to $12.50. pants, g.-nis underwear, imls, caps. Arc. sition for the first time. IIo v co-aid ho recognize Mrs. Woodgrove? Well, he would u-aivt for a genteel old lady in faded blad;, who, like her hu boro tho nad iunignia of decayed r ;.- perity, bnt-hc • -or-Ik 1 in vain. Suddenly ho cum f.i to fa with an elderly gcnLl-ewooinn, ri -hly dr ■;, -1 in sr:*.'.skins and silk.-.. A a-.v -.-t. gen tle face, crowned with braided gray hair, looked pleasantly up into h:; and. a well gloved hand was slretehtd forth toward him. “Mr. Grey, of Chicago?".'* pleasant voice asked. “Yes, madam,” Fran!; stammered, i “And yqu?” “Mrs. Woodgrove,” a!n replied, shah- : Ing his ha/id heartily. “1 a:n indeed i glad to seo you; come straight to my ! carriage; give your checi s to the j coachman, and he will attend to your i A com• net< Mel nt'i-die-. Shoes in lii '-veryb->dv and at old prices. Best line childrens shoes in town, without any c.veption. Jeans and (’assiineres in all weights and colors and at a!! prices. 1 keep a lull line of Groceries of all kinds. Go >d (lour $1.75; nice sugar 22 pounds for $1 Od: coffee 0 p >an Is for $! .() >. Kveryt hnij? else iu proportion. Got ton seed meal, h alls an corn always in stock. Gauibi'i Lump Coal delivered at $!■.*>•) per ton. pri<- -a before buying. ! vv.a *:i» bran G.ill mid get Respectfully* V J. IV. I^lpwooiiib. All goods delivered in town. bagg taro.’ pei ap!;’.a Cinderella riding in her carriage behind her rat horses was not In such a whirl of astonistunoot as j Grey when ho found hlnself 1 o.vlin ; along behind a pair of high 'ping ! bays no the finest avenno of Be. a’o. TO HE CONTINI EI> NEXT WEEK. Deafness Cannot be Cured by local applications- as they cannot roach the diseased portion oftheear- There is only one way to cure Deaf, ness, and that is by constitutional remedies. Deafness Is caused by an inilhmed condition of the mucous lining of the Eustachian Till)©. W hen this tube gets inflamed you have u rumbling sound or Imperfect hearing, and when it isentiely closed Deafness is the result, and unless the infiununntinli cyb he taken out and tlijs tube restored to ils normal condition, hearing v\ ill he destroyed forever; nine cases out of ten are caused Ly cplarrh, which is nothing hut an iuflamed condition of the mucous Surfaces. We will give One Hundred Dal’ars for arty case of Deafness (caused by calprrh) that cannot he cured by lliiH's Catarrh Cure. Send for cir- ufulars, free. F. J. CHENEY A GO. T fit do, < >. JC^MSuld by Druggist. 75c. But what we are “The Hustlers” Ciothing, Shoes and Hats. If you don' believe it just ask your neighbor^ “Where did you git that hat," ar J where did you get that good suit ai shoes? and their answer will be, “froi W. O. Lipscomb & Bro. “The Hustlers.'l Horse and Cattle Powders ! KoToa 1 ^ sell cheaper than any others when pric< and quality are considered, L-f-ovoI^v lonerv !—Lcpvely girls HI lovely stationery when writing to lov€ fellows, and lovely fellows like lovely stal tionery when writing to lovely girls. I ke< the loveliest of the lovely. W. B. DuPRE, I’laouc 21, Night dull 47—2 HiujgM. ■"A