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what use is our so-called civilization if it permits such brutal
scenes? George, the lion in father is again aroused. There is no
telling what he will do this time.
It was cruel of the employees to stop his sale to the English
syndicate. Something terrible is going to happen. I feel it. I dreamed
about it last night before I left Niagara. You must counsel moderation.
I am so glad mother is not here to counsel severity. In the morning I
shall put my hand on father's arm, and say, "Father, I have been
praying for God to help you."
I read in the _Evening Dispatch_ that the employees claimed an increase
of their pay because promised by the company when times improved; that
the company now flatly refused to restore the old wages; that the mayor
of the city had sent fifty policemen to guard the mills, and that the
4000 employees in an enthusiastic public meeting had resolved to
continue the strike.
George, you are in a very trying position. The company of course
depends on your loyalty, and the employees also have great confidence
in your fairness. What can you do? If disloyal to the Company, you lose
your position. What more can I do, except to pray!
Above all, my dear, be loyal to your conscience and do right.
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