The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1872-05-23

hear the besides for the changing door
bell sounded at that moment, and there
was general scattering among the weary
overwrought young creatures.
How pale they all are, she said, invol
unfairly, as she watched them file past her
| Pale ! echoed a wistful-faced youns
widow, whose dark, earnest eyes seemed
to grow larger and brighter day by day
They are toiling themselves into their
graves at starvation prices
But Mr.. Althorpe, who owns the fac.
tory, is said to be generous hearted man,
is he not p
Mr.. Althorpe Yes, perhaps so, but he
asserts that he pays the same prices as
other factory proprletors.
And that is too little p
TOO little to begin with. How would
Mr.. Althorpe like that Young wife of his
for they tell me he has recently married
to work all day long for the pittance he
pays these hundred and fifty girls p
Emily WINGED a little.
| suppose he does not look at matters
in that light
But that isn't the worst of it, persisted
Mrs. Blolgett. The small wages our
girls receive are lessened by the extortion-
ate demands leyiel by that harpy, Mr..
Parsons-a regular system of backmail
Oh, think such mean vipers should not
be allowed to live!
She spoke with emphasis, and turning at
small, sly eyes of the foreman fixed upon
her. Unobscrvcd be had caught the tenor
Of every word She spoke.
Much obliged for your good opinion,
ma am, he said, nodding his head and
COMPRISING his lips into an evil smile.
| am sorry we shall have no work for YOU
after Saturday night, Mrs. Blodgett.'
The poor young widow grew pale, for
upon her weekly wages depended the sub
sistencc of an aged mother and two little
ones. Emily Merrell involuntarily advan-
ced a step or two, her small hands eench-
ed and her eyes glitterins- Then recol-
Letting herself, she walked away. M
Parsons, however, followed her, the grace
and beauty Of her figure had taken his eve,
and he was not disnclined for Irritation
with the new hand
When she resumed her place after the
noon hours, she found herself eyed more
askance than ever, and her next neighbor
Louisa Jane Parsons, sister of the fas-
cinating foreman, whispered to the young
lady opposite an audible comment on that
designing thing who expected to catch
brother James
Poor Emily But the worst of her
trials were yet to come. As she hurried
down the long room, the next day, she
slipped on a piece of orange peel, and
fell, spraining her ankle
All the girls stood a.oof regarding her
as their natural enemy, and only kind-heart-
ed Mrs. Blodgett hurried to her assistance
Are you much hurt ? she asked, sympa-
thizingly.
no, only my foot. fear it is sprained.
Shall 90 for DR.. Weford?' p
If you would be so kind
Mrs. Blodgett hurried away, and Emily
Merrill, seated on a low chair by the win
dow, could not but hear the whispered
remarks of the other hands, as they pre-
tended to be absorbed over their work.
Served her right said Clara Jones.
Hope she'll have to leave the factory,
chincd in Betsey Hyde.
It's all make believe to get brother
James to let her off her work, added Miss
| Parsons.
We'll, always said that pride would
have fall, declared Helen Jennings.
Emily turned herself round with diff.
Guilty, and looked with gently reproachfu
eyes at her enemies.
Young ladies' she said, in a low
tremu lous Tone if you knew why
But the half-uttered sentence was broker
off by the opening of door, and the en-
trance of tall, stylish gentleman whom
they all knew as Mr.. Althorpe, the pro
prietor of the factory.
Emily! he exelumed, turning rale a:
his eye fell upon her face, 'are you hurt !?
oh, Charles = and Emily Althorpt
swooned upon her husbands shoulder.
But she had won her guerdon: and tha
same evening the girls learned through
Mrs. Blodgett that their employers noble
young wife had taken her place among
them to win from her husband an increase
of their wages, the better consideration OF
their comforts, and, best OF all, the prompt
dismissal of Mr.. Parsons.
Now, hope it viii do you good to learn
this, after the shabby way in which YOU
have treated her, said the little widow,
maliciously.
The girls were silent-words were power
less TO express their shame and NORTH
cation.
But brighter day had dawned upon
the factory -hands-and Emily Althorpe
never forgot the week she had spent as d
working ,girl.-Ner York Wsekly.
Ir is the grandeur Of all truth which car
/ onaupv q very hioh piaee in bpman into,