The ledger. [volume] (Gaffney City, S.C.) 1896-1907, October 31, 1895, Image 2
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THE WEEKLY LEDGER": GAFFKEY, S. C., OCTOBER 31, 1895.
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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
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‘ 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.”
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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.
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want a
lodger, and
1 will try and be
a
liberal
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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.
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