Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-10-05
"Mr, Elderslie owns it, I believes"

is a good business man. He understands
his own interest And now If you've any
more questions to ask"
II have none,' said Annette, wisttully
'But-I need the money myself. Iwork
hard for it, I earn it righteously.
connot afford any more than the others
among these poor laboring girls, to pay
it to your greed"
"Eh?' calculated Mr.. Blake, jumping
from his seat as if some insect had stung
him.
"And will not pay it, calmly con-
cluded Mile. Annette. -
every well-very we'll. Just as you
like, mademoiselle," cried the foreman,
turning red in the face. "Only if you
Won't conform to the rules of the Dapple
vale works.
"Are these the rules?" scornfully de
manded Annette.
pray consider your name crossed of
the books" went on Mr.. Blake. "You
are no longer in my employ. Good even
ing, Mademoiselle Whatever you-may-
call. YOURSELF
And Mr.. Blake slammed down the GOV
er of his desk as if it were patent gull
lotine and poor Annette Duvelle's neck
were under it.
Two or three of the factory girls, who
had lowered around the open door to hear
the discussion, looked with awe-s stricken
faces at Annette as she came out with
four dollars which she had received from
the cashier in her hand.
"You've lost your place, ma'amselle,"
| whispered Jenny Purton, pale, dark
eyed little thing who supported a Grip
| pied mother and two little sisters out of
her mulcted earnings.
'And he'll never let you in again.
added Mary Rice. "He's as vindictive
as possible!'
''It matters not" said Annette. ''He
is rogue, and rogues sometimes out
general themselves"
"But you can't starve," said Jenny.
"Look here, ma'amselle, come home with
me. It's poor place, but we'll make
you welcome till-till you can write to
your friends"
Annett turned and impulsivcly kissed
Jenny on her lips.
II thank you,' she said, shut I do not
need your kindness. My friends are
nearer than you Think
And Annett Duvelle went back to the
little red brick cottage, all matched with
the growth of the woodbine, where she
lodged with the wife of the man who tend
ed the engines in the Dapplevale works.
"Does he cheat you, too Of your mon
ey?" She asked, when Simon Pettengill
came home, smokc-stained and grimy, to
eat his supper.
"One-sixth I have to pay to him." said
Simon with an involuntarily groan, as he
| looked at the five little ones around his
board, 'Yes, miss, he's william; but
| the world is full of such. And I find it
pretty hard world to get on with. Mr..
Elderslie never comes here or maybe
things would be bit different. Mr.
| Elderslie lives abroad; in Paris, they
say.'
"He is in this country now" said An
| nctte. Il intend to write to him."
"Twon't do no good, MISS"
Eyes it will, said Annette, quietly.
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The petals Of the June roses had fallen,
pink carpet all along the edge of the
woods, and tine Dapp!eville works wore
their holiday guise, even down to Simon
Pettingills newly frightened steam en-
CINE, for Mr. Elderslie and his bride were
to visit the works on their wedding
! tour.
"It's pity Ma amselle Annette went
away so soon," said Simon to his assistant;
''cause they Say the masters kind heart
ed in the main, and she might have spok-
en- up for herself'
Mr.. Gerard Blake, in his best broad
cloth suit, and mustache newly dyed,
stood smiling in the broad doorway as
| the carriage drove up to the entrance,
and Mr.. Elderslie, a handsome, blonde
Drowned man, sprang out and assisted a
young lady in dove-colored travelling
suit, to alight.
''Blake, how are you?" he said, with
the carelessness of conscious superiority.
''Annette, my love, this is Blake, nv fore
man."
"Mademoisellc Annette:'
And Mr.. Gerard Blake found himself
cringing before the slight French girl
whom he had turned from the factory
door a month before.
II must beg to look at the books,
| Blake,' said Elderslie authoritatively
my wife tells me some strange stores
about the way things are mana ged here.
1t became so notorious that the rumors
reached her even at Blythesdale Springs
and she chose to come and see for herself
Annette, my darling, the best wedding
| gift that we can make to these poor work
ing girls IS new foreman. Blake, YOU
may consider yourself discharged"
But, sir
mot another word'' cried Mr.. Elder
slie, with lowering brow, and Mr. Gerald
Blake crept away, with an uncomfortable
consciousness OF Annctte's scornful blue
eyes following him.
Elderslie turned to his wife,
"Ysu were right my love- said he
'The mans tace is sufficient evidence
against him.
And new reign began for poor Jenny
Purton and the working girrs, as we'll as
for Simon Pettingill
And Annette never regretted her week s
apprenticeship in the Dapplevale Calico
Works.
A Runaway Girls Life of Misery
The Sisters of the House of Mercy in
Second avenue, were awakened one sum-
mer night about two years ago by timid