The Columbian. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1866-1910, 1878-08-16

| iHSi"S' cue was arlstocratlc, ana he was
republican to the hearts core believing
above all, in the dignity of labor, and prov.
ing his belief by refusing to live idly upon
his mothers wealth. and by making his own
way in the world as manufacturer. Hi.
mother pleaded for profession, it he would
be Independent, but he said
had rather be good master to 200 ol
800 men and women working for me thar
to be poor lawyer, incompetent doctor, OF
dull preacher
Worthington,' Mrs. Sidney had said, a.
they fingered over the table on the morning
when they were introduced to the reader, q
must have a companion
II thought you were going with the Ora.
| hams
! 4 am. mean a companion of my
own
oh, maid =
NO mere maid will not do. 1t would
be absurd for me to start, in my feeble health
without some one who could be constantly
with me-
HIM yes. / have seen advertisements
for what you want
"A lady who will be pleasant society, and
yet who will expect to perform some of the
duties of a maid, in return for her salary
don't suppose it will be easy to find such a
person here
Perhaps not but in B-you might find
one'
by advertising"
NO, in the factory. 1t is rather a long
journey for you, but we could be over there
by uoon, for the road is good
That odious factoryn sighed Mrs. Sid.
ney.
Dent quarrel with the factory said her
son, good-humoredly. 1T gives me my
bread and butter Some of these days
may sell out and retire on my income, but
not yet. 1t is too soon, and l am toe
young
You know you will have my money
Worthington,' said his mother, plaintive.
ly.
Many long years from now, 1 trust,' wa.
the grave reply.
But while live it is enough for both.
There never was Walford in trade, and the
Sidneys were all professional men,
We'll, well, mother all the odium there
is in it must be thoroughly Incorporated
into my system by this time. But
we are wandering away from the subject
under discussion think l can help you tc
find companion
Really, dear, am afraid factory CIR
will not suit me-
Perhaps not but there are two new.
corners there who have been in better posi-
tioDs, and who are driven there by the stres.
Of circumstances
who are they?'
'One, Miss Sarah Desmond, is the dangh.
ter Of II music teacher in B who died a
year ago The young lady has tried in vain
to get pupils enough to support her. b
is not the place for her. The people who
can afford music lessons for their children
either send them to boarding school or the
seminary. So, for lack of pupils, Miss Des-
mond earns her living IN the factory
You said there were two. Has she sis
ter?'
No, Miss Ford is friend, L believe They
board together. Miss Ford has been teach
er in the seminary for some time, and was a
pupil there while she received her education.
She had to give up on account of her health
and has no money to live on
You seem very familiar with the history
of these girls, Worthngton.'
That is one of my duties, mother. have
three hundred girls in my factory, and |
owe to each one of them to inquire closely
into the antecedents of every new comer.'
Yes, yes you are quite right, no doubt,
though should think such matters could
be left for overseers. But should like to
see these girls
Drive over with me this morning. II ia
warm and pleasant. The air will do YOU
good
1 Twill, must make some selection soon.
for the Grahams sail in May, and this is the
second week in April
Two or three hours before the discussion
between Mrs. Sydney and her son, regarding
the proposed companion, two girls in a small
room in boarding house in the manufacture
ing town of B., were dressing hastily,
and chatting as they twisted their hair and
performed toilet duties.
Did you have any answer to your adyer.
tsement, Sadie p asked one the more sub.
dued and quiet of the two, whose blue ewes
were sad, whose pale cheeks bore the deep
flush, coming and fading, of weakness.
None, replied Sadie Desmond, who was
undeniably handsomer and more stylish
Nottingham her friend. Il suppose there
will be no release for me from this hateful,
life. How you can bear it so
patiently is a mystery to me-.
Il must bear it, was the quiet reply. 'Dr.
Graves says must not teach for year at
least, and yet there is the vulgar necessity of
eating and she laughed low, sweet laugh
like child's mot to mention lodging, cloth.
ing and other such trihng matters
Don't | know p said Sadie, bitterly.
when have | known anything but poverty,
aud poverty's bitterest straits ? Ny educa-
ton was given me in charity by my uncle,
and il is merely wasted in this miserable
place. The music teachers place at the
seminary is taken, and father starved ON the
few private pupils that he could obtain,
Poor iather! he always thought my hand