O why to those who need them not,
Should Love's best gifts be given!
How much is wasted, wrecked, forgot,
On this side of heaven?
The thing that John feared, had happened to him, no miracle had
prevented it, and that day he must shut the great gates of Hatton
factory. He could hardly realize the fact. He kept wondering if his
father knew it, but if so, he told himself he would doubtless know the
why and the wherefore and the end of it. He would know, also, that his
son John had done all a man could do to prevent it. This was now a great
consolation and he had also a confident persuasion that the enforced
lock-out would only last for a short time.
"Things have got to their worst, Greenwood," he said, "and when the tide
is quite out, it turns instantly for the onward flow."
"To be sure it does, sir," was the answer. "Your honored father, sir,
used to say, 'If changes don't come, make them come. Things aren't
getting on without them.'"
"How long can we run, Greenwood?"
"Happen about four hours, sir.
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