TIIK WEALTH MAKE
September 5, 1895
(CONTINUED FBOM LIST Will.)
CHAPTER TIL.
FRANK GREY BECUKEB AN APPOINTMENT
AND LOSES IT. '.'
"And this is a Sabbath day in great
new Babylon of Chicago," Grey mused
as he wended his way one Sunday
morning to the post office. He was not
strait-laced in his opinions nor in
any way puritanical, but the utter dis
regard of that Day of Best he had from
childhood been accustomed to observe
jarred his feelings strangely. The city
was 1 'running full blast." Theaters,
concert-halls, "dives" ef every descrip
tion were open to the public, who
seemed bent upon taking every advan
tage of enjoyment they offered.
To Grey the scene was hideous. It
was not the gay, out-door festival of a
Parisian Sunday; but a day on which
young men shut themselves up in bil-
"been nr the wabs, bib?"
liard-halls and gambling dens, and
drank themselves into a state of leth
argy. It was a vulgar, senseless, be-hind-the-screen
kind of a Sunday.
Frank Grey had resolved upon a
journalistic career. lie felt that he
could write, and as he was temperate,
energetio and modestly willing to be
gin at the bottom of the profession and
work his way up, he did not anticipate
much trouble in securing a position,
and with this end in view he had writ
ten to the managing editor of every
newspaper in the city a letter of appli
cation for immediate employment, if
needs be, volunteering to give his serv
ices for nothing at the start.
When he' reached the post office he
took his place in the long line of ex
pectant men patiently taking their
turn of inquiry at the little window.
It might be ten minutes before his
chance would come, so he spent the
time in scanning the features of the
men near him, speculating on their lots
in life, for they were, of course, all like
himself, strangers, and probably nine
out of every ten men who had come to
this Mecca of the destitute to seek em
ployment. His attention was especially attracted
to the person immediately in front of
him a tall, broad-shouldered, hand
some young man, with a face expres
sive of intense anxiety.
"Algernon Granville?" the stranger
asked when his turn came.
The clerk hastily ran over a pile of
letters and shook his head.
"Are you sure?"
"Nothing for you. Pass on," was the
curt response.
Grey was sure he saw the young
man's face flush and then grow deathly
pale as he strode away.
For himself there were four letters,
each bearing the address in large black
letters of a Chicago daily paper. He
chuckled to himself as he received
them, his only apprehension being that
he had been precipitant in offering his
services in such a broadcast manner,
which might lead to the embarrass
ment of more than one accepting his
proposition. Putting the precious mis
sives in his pocket to be enjoyed at leis
ure in his lodgings he strolled away
with much self-satisfaction, pausing for
a moment to gaze with wonder into the
shop-windows of Clark street, where
the second-class tradesmen were driv
ing a roaring business notwithstanding
the city ordinances which prescribe
fines innumerable for all violators of
the Sabbath day.
He had crossed two blocks on his way
to his lodging when his attention was
attracted to a second-hand basement
clothes store, in which, to his surprise,
his handsome neighbor at the post office
was standing in the midst of some dirty
Jewish salesmen, engaged in a violent
altercation, everyone of the shopmen
speaking at onoe, and the young gen
tleman indignantly protesting in loud
and angry tones.
Without a moment's reflection Grey
sprang down , the steps t the young
man's side.
"Can I serve you in any way?" was
the impetuous offer. "What is the mat
ter?" "Nothing. You thought it was a
row, did you? Good fellowl it's only
a way these enterprising gentlemen
have of doing business."
Oh, indeed," Grey replied, blushing
at his impatient interference. "I am
very sorry I intruded."
"Never mention it. And now," said
the stranger, turning to the store peo-
5 ile, "if you will not give me ten dollar!
or an overcoat for which I paid fifty
not a month ago, give me the garment
lck." ' - '
A babel of polyglotlo depreciation
followed.
."Surely," said Grey, "yon are not
CopM&ftrjtts.
thinking of selling that handsome over
coat?" "Not for four dollars, which is all the
beggars offer."
"Get your ooat and come along with
me; I have something to propose; you
must; you shall." And, notwithstand
ing the opposition of the Jews, who, in
their agony at losing a customer, of
fered nine, ten, eleven and then, with
a scream like the cry of a lost spirit,
twelve dollars they escaped to the
sidewalk.
"Let me be your friend," Grey said,
grasping the arm of his new acquaint
ance. "I am sure the dilemma that
compels a gentleman to sell his coat in
a strange city can be easily explained,
and you will confer a favor on me by "
"Letting you act the role of a trans
Atlantic Brother Cheerible to a dis
tressed yet deserving young man. The
twin is at home, I suppose, waiting to
take me to his heart and fortunes."
"Nay. I am as great a stranger in
the city as yourself I am implying
that you are a stranger and "
"A thousand pardons," the young
man interrupted, grasping Grey's hand:
"You are a royal good fellow and de
serve a frank explanation. I am a
peripatetic Englishman out of luck.
My necessities are a mere passing
shadow, but it is the confounded need
of ready cash that is driving me to my
wits' end. There never was such a land
as this for spending money and during
a scamper through the west I have got
into difficulties. Leaving my baggage
out in Omaha as security for a hotel
bill, I started for this- big, dirty,
scrambling, hustling human beehive of
a Chicago."
Grey laughed.
"You, will like the plaoe if you stop
here long enough. They say that every
one who comes here hates it the first
month of his residence, endures it the
second, and adores it the third," he said.
"Well, I'm in the first stage of expe
rience, and I candidly confess I detest
It but to return to my story: My re
mittance is not come, and, as I do not
know anyone in the country, I am in
what you would call a 'tarnation fix."'
"I do not know that I should use such
an expression," Grey smiled. "Only
American gentlemen in English novels
would talk in that way; but never mind
that. You want some ready money. I
am not a Jay Gould, but I can spare
you a little, if you put your pride in
your pocket and accept my offer as cor
dially as it is offered."
"Agreed with all my heart. By Gad,
if all your countrymen were as fine,
big-hearted fellows as you are, I should
like to pitch my tent among you."
Thus began between two young men,
who half an hour before did not know
of each other's existence, a friendship
that was to last a lifetime.
In the silence of his chamber that
night, after a day pleasantly spent with
his new acquaintance, Grey drew forth
the letters that contained his fate, sure
of a choice of positions and only hop
ing that he would have the good judg
ment to choose the best.
As the letters were read one after
another, his cheek flushed, and when
the last wasperused he sat down on
the bed gazing with the blankest stare
of disappointment. 4
The fact is, they were all worded
alike, as though one hand had written
them, and each contained the assurance
that the members of the staff of that
particular journal never resigned, rare
ly died and that there was not even the
thinnest hope of present or future liter
ary employment. On one letter, how
ever, some good fellow had scribbled
a postscript in pencil:
"If you can get the humblest living In any
bonest way, young man, give up the Idea of
Journalism in Chicago. John Bailey."
Thus one bubble burst and now an
other scheme for solving the great
problem of existence must be devised.
Why not call upon this John Bailey?
He was evidently a man with sympa
thetic tendencies, or he would never
have troubled himself to add that
scribbled bit of advice.
Accordingly next morning Frank
Grey tramped up the rickety stair
case that led to the editorial rooms of
the great daily. He had no difficulty
in finding the man for whom he was
searching evidently a person in au
thority and in a few minutes found
himself in the presence of an oldish
man, rather inclined to corpulency,
whose well-to-do air and comfortable
surroundings hardly served to point a
moral to his wail over the blighted
prospects of journalism. He received
the young man, who stammered his
apologies for his importunity, with
good-humored cordiality.
"Soyo-i are another moth fluttering
In the candle of literary hope?" he
asked, with an amused smile.
"Well, yes, if you put it so. I do
most earnestly wish to join your ranks."
"What do you think you are fit for?"
"Oh, I am modest; I am willing to
start with a pittance, nay, to work for
a time with no remuneration, if the
chance be given me."
"Exactly. But what are your quali
fications?" "I can write rapidly and with tol
erable accuracy. I have already done
some magazine work, and "
"Bahl" interrupted the eocentrio ed
itor. "Can you wallow in the mire of
ward politics? Are you hand-ln-glove
with the loafers who hang around
Hans Pumpernlckle's beer saloon? Can
you forget that you are a man and be
tray private confidences; lie about peo
ple who have been gracious to you; put
up with insults; write against your.
mont nolftnn convictions, and be ready
to Ik; kicked out of your berth by .your
employer, who has found a man with a
skin a little tougher or a conscience a
little denser than your own? Can you,
I ak?"
"Well, if you are the result of this
peculiar training, I "
"Might venture too. Ah, young man,
we are not similarly situated I never
"can i sebvk you isr Asr WAT?"
had to begin at the bottom. In my
young days things were different, and
there was no mob of hungry scribblers
hanging on to a newspaper. However,
thank your blessed stars, there is no
chance of your getting on the daily
however suicidically you may be in
clined." "What chance, sir, do you think I
would have with the weeklies?"
"Their name is legion, but with the
exception of three or four you would
be either requested to write for starva
tion wages or be engaged at a high sal
ary and never paid. You might, if you
were lucky, get nine dollars a week,
and a bricklayer's wages are four dol
lars a day."
"The picture you draw is not encour
aging." "Nor do I mean it to be. Fly from
this over-populated city, to which every
young adventurous breadwinner from
every country on the earth makes his
way, till the streets are teeming with
the unemployed but, say, have you an
imagination? Can you paint word
pictures? The story papers do pay well,
but you must have served your appren
ticeship before you will be admitted
into their columns. So that chance is
barred."
"And you know of nothing?"
"Why, yes,"said Mr, Bailey, reflective
ly, "there's an old friend of mine, who
used to be a colleague in this office, who
told me the other day that he wanted
help. He's been badly bitten by social
ism, and he runs a sheet which he
seriously thinks is to redeem the world,
though I never saw it, nor do I know
anything about his pecuniary responsi
bility. Men with whims rarely amount
to much, and I guess he's sunk all he
had accumulated in this venture."
"Would you mind giving me his ad
dress?" "With pleasure. Here, let me write
you a line of introduction. It is a pity
you cannot make up your mind to fol
low a respectable line of occupation,
but if you are determined to go wrong,
you may as well meet your fate at once."
Bidding adieu to his new friend, who
he afterwards learned was fastidiously
touchy on anyone else presuming to
slight the profession of journalism,
Grey hurried to the address he had re
ceived. The building which housed, with
twenty other crafts, the Labor Times,
was not prepossessing in its exterior.
However, after mounting three flights
of stairs for then there was not as
now an elevator in every office building
in Chicago he came to a door bril
liantly illuminated with colored pla
cards. There was a grand pictorial
representation of Labor as a knight in
armor, mounted on a superb charger,
pinning to the earth with a huge spear
the fiery dragon of Capital, and half , a
dozen other florid denunciations of
equal significance.
Grey modestly tapped at the door,
then entered.
The walls of the office were pro
fusely adorned with flaring posters,
while its furniture consisted of three
common Windsor chairs and large pine
table abundantly littered with papers,
behind which sat a tall, gaunt old
man with gray hair falling over his
shoulders.
"Col. Gilchrist, I presume?" Grey in
quired. "At your service," the gentleman
bowed with old-time politeness.
"I bear you this letter of introduc
tion." "Ah, I see, from my old friend Bailey.
Well, young man, what can I do for
you?" This with a new air of patron
age in his tones.
"I am seeking literary work. Your
journal is likely to enlist my sympa
thies, and I have called to see if there
is, as Mr. Bailey suggested, a vacancy
on your staff."
"You have means?"
"Well, yes, enough to keep me for a
month or two."
"That is good no experience, eh?"
"Exactly."
"Well, as It happens, I do need help.
Of course you are aware that the privi
lege of working upon a journal of such
influence as the Labor Times carries
with it a weight in considering the
amount of salary."
''Well, yes; I do not expect much to
start on."
"I am offering, under such circum
stances, but twenty-five dollars."
"A week, sir?"
"A weekl No, a monthl" roared the
old man, aghast at the extravagant
ideas of his visitor.
"But that will not pay my board bilL
Chicago is a dear place to live in, and I
am now giving eight dollars a week for
the use of a room which has the only
advantage that you can lie in bed and
reach everything in it, together with
badly cooked meals and wretched serv
ice." "So you decline?"
"No. I accept, as the experience
may be valuable to me."
So Grey was installed In the other di
lapidated chair as a full-blown editor,
enjoying the distinguished privilega of
"molding the opinions of millions of
readers," as his employer graphically
put it.
Now it chanced that at noon the pro
prietor of the Labor Times announced
his intentions of strolling over to a res
taurant for a lunch a free lunch, one
of the blessings to the bibulous, for
which Chicago is remarkable and
Grey found himself in full charge of
the establishment.
"None will call at this hour," the
great man observed; "so you might be
looking over our file and get on to the
hang of our line of action."
But hardly was his back turned when
a visitor appeared a frank, well
dressed, good-looking young man of
pleasing exterior.
"The editor of the Labor Times?" he
asked.
"Well, one of them," Grey smiled.
"Then, sir, I've brought an article
I've written. " Of course, I've only had
a common-school education, and it isn't
up to much as a literary production,
but I think it's got some ideas in it, and
you might be inclined to publish it."
"The subject?"
"Well, it is just workingman's no
tions on capital and labor a little out
of the common for a mechanic in these
troublesome times, for I take it that
while trades unions are fine things in
their way, there's such a thing as over
doing the laboringman's protection and
crippling enterprise."
"Are you a mechanic?" Grey asked,
wonderingly.
"Shipwright," was the abrupt an
swer; "in the employ of Moore &. Mar
ston, down at the dry docks. George
Harland's my name. And, oh, before I
forget it, I want to put an ad. into the
Times of a furnished room 'I've got to
let to some quiet man of steady habits."
Grey started.
"A furnished room, you say? What
rent do you ask for it?"
"Five dollars a month with stove and
gas."
"Would it suit me?"
"Why, no, I don't think it would.
You see, sir, it's not in one of the ave
nues, but right out in A Hundred and
"COL, 6ILCHBI8T, I PBESUME?"
Fiftieth street not that the neighbor
hood isn't respectable or the cottages
kind of pretty but I guess it's not
quite up to your requirements."
Nevertheless Grey took down the ad
dress and the very next day was in
possession of the vacant chamber. But
meanwhile a startling event was to
happen, which was to turn the current
of his plans by one instant sweep of
the hand of misfortune. v
It was towards four o'clock in the
afternoon that the two editors were
conversing pleasantly, for the senior
was a man of ripe experience and great
natural power of observation, and was
becoming more genial towards his well-
mannered subordinate or perhaps the
Real Old Kentuck he had imbibed at
his free lunch had warmed his heart
when, without a knock, the door
opened and a squarely-built, broad
shouldered i man, showily dressed,
whose heavy gold watchchain and rings
were in painful contrast to his low-bred
face and black finger nails, entered.
The proprietor welcomed - him en
thusiastically nay, if I were not writ
ing of so great a man, I would say, with
cringing servility.
"My new associate editor, Mr. Grey,"
said the colonel, calling his visitor's at
tention to his amused assistant.
"The gentleman's name?" Grey
asked, as he shook hands.
. "Ah, this is Herr Schlossinger the
great Schlossinger, you know."
"But, forgive my ignorance, I "
"What, you don't know Schlossingerl
Not know Schlossinger, the socialist!
Not know the leading spirit in the great
labor movement of the city of Chicago)
Not know the fiery orator, before
whose burning denunciations tyrants
tremble and kings shake in their
thrones! Not know "
But the colonel's eloquence was in
terrupted by the Chicago Demosthenes,
who turned rudely to Grey and said,
without the faintest sign of German
accent, but in the strong western
vernacular: "See here, young feller,
I'm tickled to death that the ole cuss
hes had the sense ter put young blood
on his one-hoss paper; for it's milder
now nor ef it was run, by a woman's
sewin'-circle; a chile might put more go
into it. See?"
Grey nodded.
"Now, I shan't bother my head about
Gilchrist any longer. You look as if
yer could swing a pen, an' I shall give
the straight tip ter you every time, an'
ef you know beans when the bag's open
youll follow my orders, jest es I give
'em to yer."
"Does the paper belong to you?" Grey
asked, aghast at the possibility.
"Not by a long shotl but for all that
I guess I'm the heart an' the liver an'
the lungs an' the backbone of it. See?"
"I presume," asked Grey, coolly,
"you're what they call a professional
agitator?"
"You've hit It, stranger."
"And," continued Grey, with aggra
vating nonchalance, "you belong to a
class of men for whose occupation I
confess I have nothing but contempt."
Schlossinger blazed forth in a torrent
f
of oaths, while the poor colonel rose in
bewildered deprecation.
"To a class of men," Grey went on,
as soon as he could get a hearing, "who
have no interest in the reform of social
abuses, who prey upon the working-
man, and wax fat upon his hard-earned
wages."
"Do you hear him?" yelled Schloss
inger, advancing. "Leave this office,
you hound, you dog!"
"I am not a tyrant, and I am not a
king, Mr. Schlossinger," Grey said, with
exasperating coolness, "except so far as
every American oitizen is a sovereign,
and that Is why I do not quake at your
approach nay, perhaps why, if you
come one step nearer, I shall soil my
hands by knocking you down."
Almost suiting the action to the
word, he sprang upon the communist.
"Down on your knees and beg my par
don, or I wiU thrash you within an
inch of your life," he cried, like one
stung to sudden frenzy.
"Gilchrist! quickl police!" gasped the
fallen agitator, who, notwithstanding
his muscular build, never moved a finger
to Oeiend himself.
Grey flung him scornfully aside.
"Pshaw! I have done with you; you
are not worth chastisement; but never
dare to set foot in this office while I am
here."
By now, however, the colonel's scat
tered senses had recovered their equi
librium. "I, sir, am master here," he cried.
"Herr Schlossinger, I humbly apolo
gize for this man's insolence and I ig
nominiously discharge him on the spot!"
"Don't give me any o' yer taffy," the
agitator growled, turning his venom on
one he dared insult. "I'll pay yer back
for this, yer see ef I don't I'll ruin yer
sure es my name's Hermann Schloss
inger!" "My dear, dear friend," the colonel
deprecated, "how could I help it?
Don't visit on me the sins of another.
Don't-"
But Frank Grey stopped the old man's
abject apologies.
"Col. Gilchrist," he said, not without
a touch of kindness In his tone, "don't
degrade yourself by wasting words on
such a hound. It is painful to see a
man of your education and antecedents
subjected to the dictates of a loutish
brute like this king quaker; but if you
must continue your connection with
him, do let me entreat you, adopt an
other method in dealing with him.
When he is insolent, kick him kick
him hard it will do him good and you
no harm for though you are an old
broken man, he will not dare to retal
iate, and I am sure he has too sincere
an antipathy to a police court to make
you legally responsible for his whip
ping." With this parting shot, Grey left the
Labor Times: to reconstruct the world
without his valuable assistance. But
this meant no work and no work in
Chicago means more than in any other
city in the world means that if a man
falls down in the rank on the march
none have time to stop in the rush and
roar of that phenomenal Babylon to
pick him up.
Another trouble awaited him, 'on
reaching his boarding place: Stewart,
his newly-made friend, had received his
remittance, and, all elate, was only de
laying his departure to wish him good-
"Good-by, old fellow; I shall never
forget your kindness."
"Good luck go with you," was Grey's
warm rejoinder.
"Remember my address in London.
There's no knowing in the whirligig of
time when we may meet again." .
The regret Grey felt at the loss of
this young man he had known so short
a time puzzled him.
"Surely,", he communed with him
self when he was left alone, "there is
some force of electro-biology which
draws souls together some subtle at
traction which controls congenial spir
its, which we shall all understand some
day in God's good time. I feel it in
my bones that Stewart and I will
meet again."
Yes, they would meet again.
(To be Continued.)
Inconsistency.
The old party papers, without excep
tion, are in a sheol of a fix. The east
ern democratic and republican papers
are yelling their lungs out in behalf of
the gold standard, declaring this to be
the true policy of the two parties,
while the same press of the south and
west is yelling itself into contortions
for the double standard. They are
simply playing on' the prejudices of
their respective sections, hoping in the
two-faced game to be able to hold
enough damphules in line to carry the
next presidential election. Go it, you
old rapscallions, and have fun while
you can; your time is short and sweet.
Butte (Mont ) Bystander.
No Hope There.
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gold standard element of the north and
east that there is no reasonable hope
that the party will ever give us free
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