I employ more than a thousand people; my son says that I oppress them.

I"-- "Hold on; I didn't say that.

I don't know of any injustice that you inflict upon your employes; but I do know of such wrongs committed by other men.

But you have shown me that the condition of those creatures is hopeless." "What creatures ?" "Women who work for a living." "And do you know the cause of their hopelessness ?" "Yes; poverty and oppression." "Ah, but what is the cause of their poverty ?" "The greed of man." "Oh, no; the appetite of man--whisky.

Nine out of ten of those so-called wretched creatures can trace their wretchedness to drink." "But it is not their fault." "Oh!" Henry was stunned.