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NEWS AND CITIZEN, WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY ij, 1901. I I I 1 ! 1 HIS BROTHER'S KEEPER; Of, Christian Stewardship. BY CHARLES M SHELDON, Author of "In His Steps," "The Crucifixion of Philip Strong," "Robert Haidy'i Seven Days," "Malcom Kirk," Etc I I I I I COPTKIOriT, 1R96, BY CONGREGATIONAL JlKD SUNDAY SCHOOL rUlUBDIlKI tOCIETT. "Are you? Well, give 'om a dose that'll put 'em on the sick list for a mouth. They're the most ungrateful, obstinate, pigheaded, senseless crowd of human animals 1 ever saw. I've J J: I jgr ' I om rent?) to iian litis (tifcrcncc in tht I'lun'a waijai," id Stuart. made up my mind. Stuart, not to do another thing fur 'em. I'm not iu tht pay of the companies any more, am 1. since this strike set in V" "No. 1 suppose not that Is, the con tract the nuues made with you is good oui.v while ihe mines are in operation." "Jusi so Well, here these wild Cor nishnien expect me to doctor 'em just the same whether I am getting any thing for it or hot. I have made up my mind that 1 won't do it any lon per." Just then there were a sound of steps outside and n shuttled noise, followed by a thump on the door that might Lave lieen made by the thick end of a cJub. "Come in!" shouted the doctor "Here's one of 'em now." he said to Stuart In a low tone. "Watch me deal with him." The door opened, and In shambled a nan of enormous build. He had n great mass of tangled yellow hair on his head, and his beard was of the same color. IJe was fully C feet 4 inches in height and had astonishingly long arms and large feet. Stuart sat back in the window seat looking on. and. although lie was running over in his mind what he would say to the men. he could not help smiling at the scene that followed. "I come to till the bottle, doctor," was the quiet remark of the big miner. The doctor made no motion to take the bottle which the man pulled out of his vest pocket and stood holding awk wardly between his two hands. "You can move out of here with your bottle, Sanders. I'm not Idling any bottles any more." "Since when';" asked Sanders slowly. "Since this strike, this nonsensical, foolish business of yours and the rest of you. Io you thkik I'm going to go to all the expense of keeping up my drugs and medicines and sew you fel lows up and lill you up with costly preparations while I'm not getting any thing from the companies? So get out With your bottle!" Sanders without a word backed to ward the door. The doctor wheeled around toward his desk and began to hum a tune. .lust as the miner laid his hand on the doorknob the doctor turned his head and shouted, "What was in the bottle, anyway?" "Ccd liver oil." replied Paders, .scratching his head and slowly turning the doorknob. "When did you pet it filled?" "Last week, sir." "Last week! It was three days ago. or I'm a striker! What on earth did you do with half a pint of cod liver oil in that time?" Panders shook his head and smiled faintly, but did not venture to say any thing. "Have you been greasing your boots wMi it ? I'd be willing to swear that you have, only half a pint wouldn't oil more than one of 'em. Well, bring It here. I'll fill it this once and that's all. "What did I give it to you for? Do jou remembei ?" Sanders kept discreet silence, and the doctor said to Stuart: "It Isn't cod liv er oil exactly; it's a new preparation that I have just had sent up from Chi cago, and It has been of some use in lung troubles. I think perhaps I'll let him have another bottle. He has a bad cough." As if to second the doctor's statement, Sanders gave utterance to a hoarse rumble that was on the same large scale as himself and shook the hotiles on the doctor's dispensary shelves. The doctor measured out a quantity of the medicine, picked out a new cork and as he handed the bottle over said cheerfully: "Now, Sanders, of course you will forget everything I tell you, but I want you to remember that if you don't follow the directions on the bottle you are liable to fall down dead any minute.' Well, is there any thing more?" The miner, was shuffling his hand down In his pocket among a lot of loose change. "How much is It?" lie finally nsked. ' "Oh. well, that's all right," said the doctor, turning red. "Keep it to re member me by. I'll make you a birth day present of It. Hut, mind you, no more medicine from this ollice till the strike is over. 1 can't ufford to doctor a thousand men for nothing." Sanders went out, and the doctor turned to Stuart and said: "I thought I might as well let him have it. Pshaw! I'm too easy. lint Sanders has got consumption. Awful queer how these big fellows catch it." .lust then Ihere was a tap on the door, and before the doctor could call out the dooi opened, and a little old woman came iu. She had a very sad face and looked like one of those per sons who know life mainly through its troubles. 'Doctor." she said after bowing to Stuart, "nie old man is sufl'erin terrible this moniin. 1 want ye to send him sometliiu to ease the pain a bit." "Where is his pain?" Eli?" "1 say where is his pain in his beau or feet?" "In his back, doctor, an he is howlib like murder for sometbiu to ease him. I come right down here. The doctor, he said, would give me anything I needed." "Yes, that's it. The beggars don't care if 1 go iuto bankruptcy and ruin through giving theui anything they need." The doctor rose and went over to his dispensary shelves. After a very care ful search lie selected a bottle and poured from it into a small one. wrote directions, pasted them on and gave the medicine to the woman. "Here. now. .Mrs. Hinney, 1 know just what your husband's trouble is. lie strained the muscles of his back that time he got caught between the timbers in the I)e Mott mine." "Yes" the woman's face lighted up with some pride 'Mini held up the tim bers until the other men crawled out." "That's so. Well, 1 don't mind help ing him. Use this as I have directed, and it will give him some relief." The woman thanked the doctor, and as she turned to go she wiped her eyes with her sleeve. The doctor followed her out into the hall, and Stuart could not help hearing him say to her, "I'll be out to see Jim this afternoon, tell him, Mrs. Binney." He came back and sitting down at his desk thumped It hard with his fist. "That's the last case I'll take till the strike ends. The only way to bring these people to terms is to treat theni sternly. I tell you, Stuart, 1 can't af ford to go on givir,' medicine and serv ice this way. It vill ruin me, and, be tides, it Isn't professional" There was a timid knock at the door, and the doctor caught up a medical magazine, opened it bottom side up and turned his back to the door. There was another rap, and then, as the doc tor made no sound, the door opened, and a boy about 12 years old came In timidly and stood with his cap In his hand, looking first at Stuart and then at the doctor's back. "Father's been hurt. He is pump man at Davis' mine. He wants you to come right up." "Up where?" asked the doctor with out turning around. "Up where we live." "Where's that?" .. - - . "The same place." "What's his name?" "Why, you know his name, doctor. You have seen him before." The doctor wheeled around and roar ed: "Well, do I know the names of a thousand different men like that? Who is your father?" "I'unip man iu the Davis mine." "Well, there are six different pump men up there. Which one Is he?" The boy began to get scared and backed toward the door. "What's the matter with your fa ther?" asked the doctor more gently, rising and reaching out for his black case and putting on his hat. The boy began to sob. "I don't know, lie's hurt." "Well, you run down and get Into my buggy and sit there till I come. Ilur- "Father's been hurt," said the boy. ry, now." The boy backed out of the door and tumbled down I je stairs. The doctor gathered up his things and, shouting to Stuart, "Th's case seems to call for my help," he dashed out of the room. There was a drug store directly un der the doctor's ollice, where a case of candy was kept. Stuart, leaning out of the window, saw the doctor come out of the Rtore with a hag of something which he gave to the boy. Then cettinir into the buggy he started off at his usual express rate and dis appeared iu a great whirlwind of red Iron ore dust. Stuart smiled and said to himself: "Dear old Doc! I was going to say that his bark was worse than his bite, otdy It's all bark." His face grew stern again as he saw from the window a sight that was growing familiar to the people of Champion. It was now about 11 o'clock, and Into the open space around the band stand In the center of the town square the miners were beginning to come In groups of twos and fours and by little companies. They came In from their homes out on the hills, each miner car rying a stick, the uses of which be came more apparent as the men formed afterward in marching order. The different miners' bands had al ready gathered near the stand. They united in the playing of several stir ring pieces while the crowd was gath ering. Very fast the square filled up. At last, as the clock on the tower point ed Its hands at a quarter after 11, 4.000 men were packed Into the open space surrounded by the town buildings. Stuart remained looking out from the doctor's office window. The whole scene was before him. He could hear as well. Since that first day when he had come home from his European trip he had seen tiie miners together in this way several times, but today he was Impressed more than ever with the ap pearance of the men, with their rude, misspelled banners, with their music made entirely by men out of the mines who had trained themselves with great patience to play march tunes. More than all, he was struck with the faces of the men the stolid, dull, but deter mined look that most of them wore. He was Impressed with their general appearance as human beings making a fight for a few more cents a day. And with all the rest he could not help feel ing that the men regarded him as an aristocrat removed from them by his whole life, so different from theirs, and unable from their point of view to sympathize with or understand them.. "And yet," Stuart said to himself, with a sigh, "I would almost exchange places with nearly any one of them. I mean that I am not where I can use what I was born into as I would like to : use it." I The bands stopped playing, and a miner went up into the stand. This time it was not Eric. The men all un covered their heads. It was very quiet. The people of Champion stood looking on from the sidewalks, the church steps, the railroad depot platform and the store and ollice windows. The man In the stand lifted up his face and of fered a short prayer. i "O God. grant us a blessing today as we go to our place oi uieeuug. Jie with us there In our council together. Grant that we may be led to do the right. Keep us all from trespass or sin or drunkenness. And when we have ended our strife here below, may we all. master and men. meet in heaven. We ask it for Jesus' sake. Amen." Stuart heard every word&S-tUo er from where he sat. There was someihmg indescribably sad to him in the whole scene. The miners put on their hats, and the bands at once struck up a lively tune. The men be gan to move out into the main street, forming a double line or column four abreast. The bands marched each one in front of a section or division of the line of march. The men ut a signal fehouldered their sticks, and, accustom ed by this time to the marching, they presented a military appearance as they swung past the church and Into the road leading over to the park, where they now held a daily meeting at noon. Stuart watched for Eric and as ho came by called to him from the win dow: "I'll drive over. My horse and buggy are here." Eric waved his hand and went by without replying. Stuart came down, and after the columns of men had passed he drove along at a little dis tance behind them. All the way over he was debating with himself what he would say. It was the first time he had really met the men. A great many of them did not know what the feeling of the new mine owner was. They supposed that Koss Duncan's son was like the fa ther. Others among them had known him as a child and boy and liked him. lie was a favorite In the town. Many a rough, reckless, stolid Dane and Cornishman had admired the lad who had been so fearless In going up and down the shafts. There was a good deal of favorable comment among the men In line over his coining out today. So when he finally came Into the park and was met by a committee there and escorted up Into the pavilion where the speakers went he faced a great crowd that was In the humor to give him fair play at least. A thousand more men had come In from the other ranges, and an audience of over 5,000 was packed deep all about the pavilion. Stuart could not remember afterward all that was said that day by himself or the men. Eric hnd spoken briefly, and then In behalf of the union so re cently formed he said that he hnd the pleasure of Introducing the owner of the Champion mines, who would ad dress the meeting. Stuart had never spoken In public except on a few occnslons In college rhetorlcals. He was no orator, and he knew It. And yet as he rose to speak to this outdoor gathering In a position that might have tried many experi enced speakers he felt a sense of relief and a certain pleasure. lie began at once with ft statement of his willingness to grant the men their scale of wages. "If I understand the situation," he said, "the demand made by the con tract miners Is for $2 a day on ncCount of the danger of the work and because the companies have been paying only $1.00 for more than a year now. I be lieve the companies ought to pay that price. 1 might as well say that I do not believe you have taken the right course to get what you want 1 cannot sympathize with this strike. I do sym pathize with your demand for $2 a day." "How about the rest of the compa nies?" asked a voice. "Aye. that's it. How about the lower range? What's the mind on that point?" said another. "I cannot answer for them. I am here today to speak for myself. If the men who are employed In the Cham pion mines will come back at any time now, 1 will give them what they ask for." This statement was greeted with cheers, but at once there followed a Etorm of cries from all over the park. "All or none!" "Union rules first!" "The owners must treat with the union!" "We'll never go back on terms that shut out part!" "Stand together, men! That's what the owners does!" "Yes, they fixes wages. We fix they lf"- Eric stood up and waved his hat. There was a gradual settling down of the confusion, and as he stood there, evidently waiting to be heard, the men soon became quiet again. Stuart ad mired his control of the crowd. Eric had great influence with it. "Brothers," he said slowly, "I be lieve we have reached a critical point in this movement. Here Is one of the owners who has expressed his willing ness to grant our demands. The ques tion now is. Shall the Champion men go back to their mines while the rest con tinue to deal with the other owners? This Is a question for the union to set tle." "Erie," spoke Stuart in a low tone as he stood close by him, "let me say a word or two more, will you? I be lieve the decision of the men today will be a serious one, and 1 want to do all I can to make it right." Eric at once raised his voice. "Men, Mr. Duncan wants to say a word again. I am sure you will give him a careful hearing." "Aye. that we will!" "He's no bad for a millionaire!" "Give him a chance. He doesn't often have It!" shouted a voice with a touch of Irony In it. Stuart took advantage of the lull that followed these and other shouts to speak as he had never thought of doing when he came to the park. He believ ed that the result of the men's action would be exceedingly important for themselves and himself. He had never had such a great desire to explain his own attitude toward the whole prob lem of labor and capital as It affected him. It Is not possible to describe his speech. Eric thought at the time that it was the best speech he had ever heard from a moneyed man. At times It was impassioned, then quiet and con versational. It is doubtful if very many of the miners understood it as Stuart meant. He was In reality voic ing a policy for the men of money which he afterward followed out with some changes. This much he made clear to the men: He sympathized with their demands for larger wages, while he could not agree with their methods, and he would do all In his power to give them their just demands as far as he was at liber ty to act independently. He told them ha was going to Cleveland the next day to confer with the other mine owners and would use all his influence to get the others to agree to the rise in wages. He repeated his offer to treat with the thousand or more men employed iu the Champion mines at any time they chose to return. As he closed he made an appeal to the men to use reason and spoke of the religious Influence that so far had prevailed for the good of the community. There ran through the whole of Stu art's speech this second time a passion ate desire to be understood as a man be fore men: He had never before had Mich a longing to be understood; neither had he ever felt thegap between himself and the men to be so wide nnd deep. As has been said, it is doubtful If parts of his speech were understood at all by the men. As soon as he finished there was a great uproar of applause and shouts. Eric himself could not restore quiet. The committee politely asked Stuart to leave the park while the union went Into a conference over his proposals. Stuart was glad to get away. He felt exhausted with his unusual effort. It was 3 o'clock Iu the afternoon when Eric came to the house with the news of the decision reached by the miners' union. Stunrt at once saw by his face that the situation was serious. "The men voted by a large majority not to go back to work till all could go back on the same terms that Is, they dematided that all the mine owners rec ognize the union and make terms with It for all the men." "Do you mean that the men who work lu the Champion mines refuse to accept my offer of the wages they de mand?" "Yes that Is, the Champion miners will not go back uutil the other owners make the same terms you make and make them to the union." "Which means simply that this strike Is a deadlock," replied Stuart decided ly, "for I know the men at Cleveland, and they will never agree to any such terms." 'The miners will not agree to any oth er." Erie spoke quietly, but sadly. "Erie," said Stuart suddenly after a pause, "tell mo frankly, as brother to brother, is this a reasonable step for the men to take? Do you believe the uniou will make anything by such ac tion? Is It Just or fair?" Eric's face worked under a pas don ate feeling. Then he sa'd: "The men have a right to combine for mutual support. Iu this Instance they feel driven, to It by their condition. Why should not labor seek to defend Itself as capital does?. You that Is, I mean the mine owners generally get togeth er In a combine and fix wages. Why should not the miners get together and have a 6ay about It? We have been working for years at the price set by men at a distance who never saw a mine or a mluer, far less went down Into the ground to see what the labor Is. These men sit In nice upholstered offices in elegant buildings and make it their business to get Just as much out of the Iron ore as they can. The wages of the men are cut every time ore falls in price. Instead of taking It out of their own large dividends in the years when they have made enormous profits every time there is a depression In the market they cut this end Instead of theirs. Y'ou know this Is the case, Stuart. "Three years ago a dozen men in the Iron Industry grew to be millionaires from the profits of this metal which God put in the ground for the common use of man. During that year the min ers received only fair wages. Since then financial depression and a drop in the price of ore have followed. What do those men do who have in prosper ous years made their fortunes? Do they say, 'We will draw on this re serve, and In order that the miners may not suffer we will declare smalle. dividends and lose something?' No, they say at once, 'Cut down wages, be cause ore is cheaper, and we cannot af ford to lose.' And who suffers? Not As soon as he finished there was a great uproar. the mine owner. He eats just as good food, goes to Europe in his steam pal ace, drives his elegant carriage, keeps up his amusements. But the poor man, to whom every cent means something, goes without the common necessaries of life, and his wife and children suffer because the millionaire who made his fortune on his business is not willing to share a part of It during hard times with the men who made possible his wealth with their labor. 1 tell you, Stuart, my heart is on fire with these conditions, and no man knows how the worklngmen In this country feel unless he has been one himself. As to the union, it is an organization that has sprung up out of wrongs that are sim ply devilish In their human selfish ness." Stuart sat with his head bowed dur ing this speech. Then he said gently: "What if the union develops the same kind of selfishness In the worklngmen? What then?" "Then the worklngmen will suffer. That is inevitable." "What if the mine owners decide to put new men into the mines?" "Then there will be trouble." "Do you mean that you will incite the men to violence?" "Good God, Stuart, you know I will not! I shall use my utmost power to prevent anything of the kind." "But what if it cannot be prevented?" Eric said nothing. His face changed with a torrent of feeling and passion. "If it comes to that, let God be judge if the owners and uot the men are real ly the ones most to blame. 1 shall use all my lutlueuce to prevent violence or lawlessness. The uniou has a right to combine for such wages as it thinks aie just. It has no right to prevent other men from working at any wages they choose to take. Since I joined the Salvation Army I have become con vinced that the only permanent basis for any true settlement of labor and capital differences must be a religious basis that is, Christian." Stuart listened with an interest he felt to be genuine. "How did you hap pen to join the Salvation Army, Eric?" "It's a long story. I'll tell you some time, not now." "I've heard part of It, but I want you to tell me all of it." "I can't now. I must go. I have hardly had a minute's time to myself since this movement came on. I must be going now. You leave for Cleve land" "Tonight. I want to be there to morrow. I can tell beforehand what the companies will say. Is there no other way out of it?" "I don't see nny," replied Eric. The two men shook hands silently, and Eric went out Continued next week. Beri th J ini You Maw Alavs Bought FOR SALE In Wolcott, Vt. The well known Trow Farm, containing 100 acree divided in tillnire, paeture and wood; orrhnrd, good butldingH. running water nt hoiiHp and hnrn. Mix mil-n 'roin Mnrrinville, three from Wolcott, one from na nnd pinn ing mill, one Irom M-hnni, tirumi t ot mrm $1100; will m il for 1 100; down, bill ance In yearly payment. AIho 10 ton hay and 25 cords ot et.oye wood will be eolil to purchaeer ot farm clump I'oxKcxHioti given March 1. 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The French cook will not only do a bit of the housework, but she will do it cheerfully and as a matter of course. "You cannot buy your French cook too many pans, and her soul loves copper In her kitchen. Certainly an English cook would grumble if she was expect ed to keep a kitchen full of copper pans bright and clean, but a French one has them In a condition akin to burnished gold. Her pride is gratified if her kitchen walls are huug with these or naments, and even if she does the greater part of her small cooking In little enameled pans she will daily rub up t lie copper ones which hang on the wall." She GneMrd It. lie was descanting with vigor on the exceptional quality of the dinners that are served at one of the fashionable clubs of Rrooklyn at a very low figure for a first class meal on Mondays, Tuesdays and Thursdays. Equally toothsome luncheons could be had on other days of the week, but dinners in course only on those days. "And why on only those three days?" queried the New Yorker, to whom the delights of life in Brooklyn were being rehearsed. "Wash day, ironing day and the girl's day out," quickly responded one of the ladies of the party. "That's no sort of a conundrum to a woman who has ever had the care of a house. Better try a larder one next time unless you hap pen to be In a stag party." New Yorlf Times. ." iaii ruh. Mrs. Thurlow says that Cardinal .Wiseman went to dine with some friends of hers. It was Friday, but they bad quite forgotten to provide a fast day dinner. However, he was quite equal to the occasion, for he stretched out his hands In benediction ever the table, and said, "I pronounce till this to be fish," and forthwith en Joyed nil the good things heartily. "The Story of My Life," by Augustus J. O. Ilare. Mlsnnderatood. Uncle Reuben I Jes com' f town t git a couple o sideboards an tho't I'd drap In f see you. City Niece Why, Uncle Reuben, what do you expect to do with two side boards In your house? Uncle Reuben Say, I'm talkin about my farm wagon. What air you talkin about? Columbus State Journal.