Burnham Breaker, by Homer
Greene
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Title: Burnham Breaker
Author: Homer Greene
Release Date: December 13, 2003 [eBook #10449]
Language: English
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BURNHAM BREAKER
BY
HOMER GREENE
AUTHOR OF "THE BLIND BROTHER"
TO MY FATHER,
WHOSE GRAY HAIRS I HONOR, AND WHOSE PERFECT
MANHOOD I REVERE,
THIS VOLUME IS AFFECTIONATELY INSCRIBED BY THE
AUTHOR.
HONESDALE, PENN., SEPT. 29, 1887.
CONTENTS.
CHAPTER
I.
A SURPRISE IN THE SCREEN-ROOM
II. A STRANGE VISITOR
III. A BRILLIANT SCHEME
IV. A SET OF RESOLUTIONS
V. IN SEARCH OF A MOTHER
VI. BREAKING THE NEWS
VII. RHYMING JOE
VIII. A FRIEND IN NEED
IX. A FRIEND INDEED
X. AT THE BAR OF THE COURT
XI. THE EVIDENCE IN THE CASE
XII. AT THE GATES OF PARADISE
XIII. THE PURCHASE OF A LIE
XIV. THE ANGEL WITH THE SWORD
XV. AN EVENTFUL JOURNEY
XVI. A BLOCK IN THE WHEEL
XVII. GENTLEMEN OF THE JURY
XVIII. A WRIT OF HABEAS CORPUS
XIX. BACK TO THE BREAKER
XX. THE FIRE IN THE SHAFT
XXI. A PERILOUS PASSAGE
XXII. IN THE POWER OF DARKNESS
XXIII. A STROKE OF LIGHTNING
XXIV. AT THE DAWN OF DAY
CHAPTER I.
A SURPRISE IN THE SCREEN-ROOM.
The city of Scranton lies in the centre of the Lackawanna coal-field, in
the State of Pennsylvania. Year by year the suburbs of the city creep up
the sides of the surrounding hills, like the waters of a rising lake.
Standing at any point on this shore line of human habitations, you can
look out across the wide landscape and count a score of coal-breakers
within the limits of your first glance. These breakers are huge, dark
buildings that remind you of castles of the olden time. They are
many-winged and many-windowed, and their shaft-towers rise high up
toward the clouds and the stars. About the feet of those in the valley the
waves of the out-reaching city beat and break, and out on the hill-sides
they stand like mighty fortresses built to guard the lives and fortunes of
the multitudes who toil beneath them. But they are not long-lived. Like
human beings, they rise, they flourish, they die and are forgotten. Not
one in hundreds of the people who walk the streets of Scranton to-day,
or who dig the coal from its surrounding hills, can tell you where
Burnham Breaker stood a quarter of a century ago. Yet there are men
still living, and boys who have grown to manhood, scores of them, who
toiled for years in the black dust breathed out from its throats of iron,
and listened to the thunder of its grinding jaws from dawn to dark of
many and many a day.
These will surely tell you where the breaker stood. They are proud to
have labored there in other years. They will speak to you of that time
with pleasant memories. It was thought to be a stroke of fortune to
obtain work at Burnham Breaker. It was just beyond the suburbs of the
city as they then were, and near to the homes of all the workmen. The
vein of coal at this point was of more than ordinary thickness, and of
excellent quality, and these were matters of much moment to the
miners who worked there. Then, the wages were always paid according
to the highest rate, promptly and in full.
But there was something more, and more important than all this, to be
considered. Robert Burnham, the chief power in the company, and the
manager of its interests, was a man whose energetic business qualities
and methods did not interfere with his concern for the welfare of his
employees. He was not only just, but liberal and kind. He held not only
the confidence but the good-will, even the affection, of those who
labored under him. There were never any strikes at the Burnham mines.
The men would have considered it high treason in any one to advocate
a strike against the interests of Robert Burnham.
Yet it was no place for idling. There were, no laggards there. Men had
to work, and work hard too, for the wages that bought their daily bread.
Even the boys in the screen-room were held as closely to their tasks as
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