Spirit of Jefferson. [volume] (Charles Town, Va. [W. Va.]) 1844-1948, 1879-09-16
and two little sisters out of her mulched

aud two little sisters out of her mulched
| earnings.
"Aud he'll never let you in again. added
! Mary Rice. "He's as vindietive as possi-
bleT''
t'It matters not" said Annette. '.He is a
rogue, aud rogues sometimes out-general
| themselves"
.sBut you can't starve," said Jenny.
'tLook here, Maamselle, come homo wits
mo. It's poor place, but we'll make you
welcome till-till you can write to your
friends"
Annette turned aud impulsively kissed
Jenny on her lips.
al thank you" she said; .'but / do not
need your kindness. My friends are nearer
than you think"
And Annette Duyells went back to the
little red brick cottage. all thatched with the
| growth of the woodbine, where she lodged
with tho wife Of the man who tended the en-
| gines in the Dapplevale works.
''Does he cheat you too, of your money!"
| she asked, when Simon Pettengill came
home, smoke-stained and grimy to eat his
supper.
.;One>sixth have to pay to him." said
| Simon with IN involuntary groan, rs he
looked at the five little ones around his
board. eyes. Miss, he's a villain, but tho
world is full of such. And fud it pretty
hard world to get on with. Mr. Elderslio
never comes hers or may be things would bo
bit different. Mr.. Elderslio lives abroad;
in Paris, they say"
''He is in this country now," said An
! nette. al intend to write to him"
F'TWon't do no good, Miss"
eyes: it will, said Annette quietly
The petals of the June roses had fallen, a
| u EAI
and tho Dapplevale Works wore their holi-
day guise, even down to Simon Potteugilrs
newly frightened steam engine, for Mr.. Eli
derslic and his bride werc to visit the works
on their wedding tour.
"It's pity Ma'amselIe Annette went
away so soon,' said Simon to his assistant;
'' cause they say the masters kind hearted
in tho main, and she might haso spoke up
for herself"
Mr.. Gerald Blake, in his best broadcloth
suit, and mustacho newly dyed, stood smil-'
ing in tho broad doorway ns the carrisge
drove up to the entrance, aud Mr.. Elderslie,
handsome blonde. browcd man, spraug out
and assisted young lady, in dove-colored
travelling suit, to alight.
"Blake, how you'll! he said, with tho
carelcssness of conscious superiority. AN
nette. my love, this is Blake, my foreman"
'tMademoiselle Annette?"
And MIR. Gerald Blake found himself
cringing before the slight French girl whom
he had turned from the factory door month
| before.
IL must beg to look at the books. Blake"
| said Elderslie, nuthoritatiycly. My wife
tells me some strange stories about the way
things are managed here. 1t became so mo-
torious that the rumors reached her even at
| Blythesdalo Springs, and sbo chose to come
and SEQ for herself Annette. my darling,
and the best wedding gift you can make to
these poor working girls is new foreman
Blake, you may consider yourself dismissed"
"But sir
"Not another word" cried Mr.. Eldcrslie,
with lowering brow, and Mr.. Gerald Blake
crcpt away. with an uncomfortable conscious-
uese of Anuette's scornful blue eyes follow
ing him.
EIdersIic turned to his wife.
"You were right. my lovo said he. "Thc
mans face is sufficient evidence against
him."
Aud q new reign began for poor Jenny
Purton and the working girls, as well as for
Simon Pettengill.
Aud Annette never regretted her weeks
apprenticeship in the Dopplcvale Calico
Works.
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