The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1873-09-12
FREMONT SANDSKY COUNTY OHIO FRIDAY SEPTEMBER r. 1873
YOU have any more questions to

you AdN0 al uOlO HuOSOiOH0 "
Iask-o
Il have none, said Annette wist-
fully. "But l need the money my
self. I worked hard for it. 1 earn
ed it rightfully I cannot afford
any more than the Others among
these poor laboring girls TO pay it to
your greed"
"Eh|. CIRCULATED MIR. Blake,
jumping from his seat as if some
noxious insect had stung him.
"And / will not pay it," calmly
concluded Mademoiselle Annette.
'Very well-yery well. Just as
you can afford, Mademoiselle," cried
the foreman, turning red in the face.
"Only if you won't conform to the
rules of the Dappelville Works"
"Are these the rules" scOrnfully
demanded Annetta.
"Pray consider your name crossed
off the books vent on AIr. Blake.
1"You are no longer in my employ.
Good evening, MademOiselle What
lever you call-yOuself"
And Mr.. Blake slammed down
the cover of the desk as if it were a
patent guillotine, and poor Annette
IDuvelle's neck were under it.
Two or three of the factory girls
who had hovered about the open
door to hear the discussion, looked
with awe-striken faces at Annette, as
she came ont with the four dollars
she had received from the cashier,
in her hand.
"You'ye lost your place, Mann
Iselle," whispered Jennie Purple, a
Ipale, dark-eyed little thing, who sup
ported a blind mother and two little
sisters out Of her mulcted earnings.
"And he'll never leave you in
again, added Mary Rice. ''He's as
Iyindicatlve as-as the old Evil One
himself"
But you can't starve," said Jen-
ME, 'Look here, Nam selle, come
home with me. It's a poor place,
but we'll makeTyou welcome till
till you Can write TO your friends"
Annette turned and impulsively
kissed Jennie on thelips.
81 thank you," she said, "but l do
| not need your kindness, My friends
are nearer than you Think
And Annette went back to the lit
| tie red brick cottage, all that shed
with the growth Of wood-bine and
Itumpetcreeper, where she had lodg-
cd with the wife of the man who
tended the engines in the Dapple-
vile Works.
''Does he cheat you, too, of your
money!" she asked, when Simon
Pettingill came home, smoke stained
and grimy, to eat his supper.
"0ne-sixth l pays to him." said
Simon, with an involuntary grOan,
as he looked at the five little one
around his board. "Yes, Miss, he's
a william, but the world is full of
such. And l finds it a middling
hard world to get along with. Mr..
Elderslie never comes here, or may
be things would be different-Mr,
Hlderslie lives in Paris, they say"
"IIe is in this country now," said |
Annette, 81 intend TO write to him."
"Twon't do no good. Miss said
he.
"Yes it will" said Annette, quiet
y.
The petals of the June roses had
fallen, a pink carpet all along the
edge of the woods, and the long July |
days had come, epics Of sunshine,
jeweled at either end by dew and |
moonlight And the Dappleville |
Works wore their holiday guise,
even down to Simon Pettingill's
newly frightened steam engine, for
Mr.. Elderslie and his bride were to
visit the works on their wedding
tour.
Sits "a pity Ma'm'selle Annette
went away Simon said to his as
"'cause they say the master
is kind hearted-In the main, and she
might ha' spoke up for herself"
Mr.. Gerald Blake, in his best
broadcloth suit, and his moustache
newly dyed, stood smiling in the
broad door way, and Mr.. Elderslie,
q handsome blonde brown man,
sprang out, and assisted young
lady, in a dove colored travelling
suit to alght.
'Blake, how are youw he said,
with the carelessness of conscious
"Annette, my love, tn is
is Blake, my foreman"
Mademoiselle Annetter'
And Mr.. Gerald Blake found him
self cringiug before the slight
French girl he had turned from his
factory door a month before.
81 must beg to look at the books,
Blake" said Elderslie, authoritively
i'my wife tells me some strange ,
stories ABOUT the way things are
here. Ii became so no
torious that the rnmors reached her
even at Blythesdale Springs, and she
chose to come and see for herself. t
Annette, my dear, the best wedding
gift we can make to these poor work
ing girls is a new foreman. Blake,
you may consider yourself dismiss
ed"
"But, sir"
''Not another word, cried Elders
lie, with lowering brow. and Gerald
Blake crept away, with an uncom-
consciousness of Annette's
scornful blue eyes following him.
Elderslie turned to his wife:
"You were right my love; the
mans face is sufficient to condemn
him.
And a new reign began for poor
Jennie Purple, and the working
girls, as well as for Simon Pettin
gill.
And Annette never regretted her
weeks apprenticeship in the Dap
pleyille Calico Works.-Ledger.
The New York Evening Mail pre-
sents the following plan for the pre-
vention Of railway slaughters: Let