Poverty fought its barren battle there in the homes of the mill-workers. So the leader of the mill-workers decided to go to their tyrant god and petition him to grant his slaves at least as much consideration as the machines in his mill. On the roof-garden of the palatial home he found the mill-owner's wife. Her little daughter was with her, and he thought of his own little child lying on a sick-bed. In maniac rage he advanced upon the woman to touch her silk and tell her it was to be the crape of his suffering child, and she, fearing the light in his eyes and the strength in his arms, hurled him away and he went toppling over the roof into the depths below. By a miracle he lived, and by a miracle the conscience-stricken woman felt constrained to visit him. As she entered the squalor of his home, she saw a cot and a dying child upon it. She went back to her home, took her child into her arms, and realized that love alone was wealth. And the yellow thing that before she had called gold...
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