The Potter journal and news item. [volume] (Coudersport, Pa.) 1872-1874, 1873-07-16

every week for keeping their situa
tions in place where there's 81
many anxious to get in. You may
consider yourself very fortunate
Mademoiselle Annette, to secure Sc
desirable a post
All this Mr.. Blake uttered. in 6
slow deliberate way, through his
nose. Annette Duvelle looked
scornfully at him.
And Mr.. Elderslie?"
"0h, Mr.. Elderslie," repeated
Blake. "He han't nothing to do
with it. run this little machine of
the Dapplevale Calico Works"
"Mr. Elderslie owns it, | believe?o
well, yes, he owns it. But l
manage everything. Mr.. Elderslie
reposes the utmost confidence in my
capacity, ability and-and-respon-
sibilitY. Mr.. Elderslie is a good
business man. He understands his
own interest. And now, Mademoi-
selle, if you've any more questions
to ask"
Il have none" said Annette, wist-
fully. "But l need this money my
self. work hard for it. | earn it
righteously. 1 cannot afford, any
more than the others among these
poor laboring girls, to pay it to your
greed"
"Eh!" calculated Nr. Blake, jump
ing from his seat as if some noxious
insect had stung him.
And | viii not pay it." calmly
concluded Mademoiselle Annette.
: Very well-very 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 Dapplevale Works"
'Are these the ruleS?" scornfuIly
demanded Annette.
. Pray consider your name crossed
off the books" went on Mr.. Blake.
= You are no longer in my employ.
Good evening, Mademoiselle What
ever-you-may-call-yourself."
And Mr.. Blake slammed down the
cover of his desk as if il were a pa
tent guillotine and Annette Duvelle's
neck were under it.
Two or three of the factory girls,
who had hovered around the open
door to hear the discussion, looked
with awe-stricken faces at Annette,
as she came out with the four dol
lars which she had received from the
cashier in her hand.
you've lost your place, Ma'am-
selle," whispered Jenny Purple,
pale, dark-eyed little thing, who sup
ported a crippled mother and two
little sisters out of her mulcted earn
ings:
And he'll never let you in again.
added Mary Rice. Hes as vindic-
tive as-as the old Evil One nimself.'
"It matters not" said Annette.
: He is a rogue, and rogues some
sinaeo out-gcncraI themselves
but you can't starve," said Jen-
ny. "Look here, Ma'amselle, come
home with me. It's a poor place,
but we'll make you welcome till.
till you can write to your friends"
Annette turned and impulsively
kissed Jenny on her lips.
Il thank YOU" she said; "but l
do not need your kindness. Ny
friends are nearer than you think"
And Annette Duvelle went back
to the little red brick cottage, all
matched with the growth of wool
bine and trumpet-ereeper, where she
lodged with the wife of the man who
tended the engines in the Dapplevale
Works.
"Does he cheat you, too, Of your
money!" she asked, when Simon
Pettengin came home, smoke stained
and grimy, to eat his supper.
"One-sixth 1 pays to him." said
Simon, with an involuntary groan,
as he looked at the five little ones
around his board. "Yes, Miss, he's
villain, but the world is full o. sich.
And | finds it a pretty middlin' hard
world to get along with. Mr.. Elder
size never comes here, or maybe
things would be a bit different. Mr..
Elderslie lives in Paris, they say"
"He is n this country now,' said
Annett. Il intend to write TO him. "
Simon Pettengill shrugged his
""Twon't do no good, Miss" said
he.
"Yes, it Will" said Annette, qui-