The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1879-11-26
do rnn mean hesitated An

you can't expect to stay al tDc
works. said Mr.. Blake, hitchine
up his collar.
But the other two dollars p
sOh,' said Mr.. Blake, that's q
percentage they all pay
But what is it for?'
Mr.. Blake laughed.
Well, it helps out my salary
! Of course, you know, the girls
expect to pay something every
week for keeping their situations
in a place where there is so many
anxious to get in
and Mr.. Elderslie ?
oh, Mr.. Elderslie,' repeated
Blake. He hasn't much to do
with it. I am master at the Dap
plevale Calico Works.
MIR. EIderslie owns it l be-
lieve.'
We'll, yes, he owns it. But l
manage everything. Mr.. Elder
slie reposes the utmost confidence
in my capacity, ability, and-and
responsibility. Mr.. Elderslie is
a good business man. He under
stands his own interest. And now
if you've any more questions to
4 have none,' said Annette wist-
fully. Butt need this money
myself. I work hard for it. l
earn it righteously. | cannot af'
ford, any more than the others
among these poor laboring girls;
to pay it to your greed'--
'Eh? calculated Mr.. Blake, jump
ing from his seat as if some insect
had stuny him.
And l will not pay it, calmly
concluded Mile. Annette.
Very weil-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 Dapplevale Works
Are these the rules p scornful.
ly demanded Annette.
Pray consider your name cross
ed off the books went on Mr..
Blake. You are no longer IN my
employ. Good evening, Mademol'
selle Whatever you may call your
solf.'
And Mr.. Blake slamme down
the cover of his desk as it were a
patent guilotine and poor Annette
Duvelle's neck was under it.
Two or three of the factory
girls who had lowered around the
open door to hear the discussion
looked with awe-stricken faces al
Annette, as she came out with 50
which she had received from the
cashier in her hand.
You've lost your place, Nam
selle,' whispered Jenny Portion,
a. pale, dark-eyed little thing, who
supported a crippled mother and
two little sisters out Of her mulct,
ed earnings.
And he'll never let you in
again. added Mary Rose. He's
as vinIictive as possible.'
1t matters mott said Annette
He is a rogue, and rogueS some
times outgeneral 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 impulsi7ely
kissed Jenny on her lips.
4 thank you,' she said; but
do not need your kindness. My
friends are nearer than you think
And Annette Duvelle went back
to the little red brick cottage, al
thatched with the growth OF
the woodbine, where she lodged
with the wife Of g. man who tend
ed the engines in the DapplevaIe
works.
Does he cheat you, too, OF your
money! she asked, when Simon
Pettengill came home, smoke
stained and grimy to eat his sup
per.
sOne sixth | have to pay to
him. said Simon with an lnvolun'
tary groan, as he looked at the five
little ones around his board. yes
Miss. he's villain, but the worlo
is full of such. And | find it 6
pretty hard world to get on with
Mr.. Ederslie never comes here OF
III ho y hit H1t