was coming to see my sister?" said Armorer, on the way.

"I did," said Harry, "I sent her; I thought she could explain
the reason why I shall have to oppose the bill, better than I."

Armorer made no reply.

At the shops he kept his eye on the young man. Harry seemed to know
most of his workmen, and had a nod or a word for all the older men.
He stopped several moments to talk with one old German who complained
of everything, but looked after Harry with a smile, nodding his head.
"That man, Lieders, is our best workman; you can't get any better work in
the country," said he. "I want you to see an armoire that he has carved,
it is up in our exhibition room."

Armorer said, "You seem to get on very well with your
working people, Mr. Lossing."

"I think we generally get on well with them, and they do
well themselves, in these Western towns. For one thing,
we haven't much organization to fight, and for another thing,
the individual workman has a better chance to rise.
That man Lieders, whom you saw, is worth a good many thousand dollars;
my father invested his savings for him."

"You are one of the philanthropists, aren't you, Mr. Lossing,
who are trying to elevate the laboring classes?"

"Not a bit of it, sir. I shall never try to elevate the laboring classes;
it is too big a contract. But I try as hard as I know how to have