Fayetteville observer. [volume] (Fayetteville, Tenn.) 1850-1966, 1879-11-27
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in my employ. Good evening
Mademoiselle what ever you may
call Yourself" ae i ''
i And Mr.. Blake slammed dowI
the cover of his desk asif twei,s
a patent gqillotipe and pqor Du.
gvelle's neck>was under it.
I Two or three of the factory
girls who had hoyered around
1.-THE door to hear the discussion
looked with awe stricken faces
at Annette, as she came out
with 81 Which She had received
from the cashier in her hand.
"You have lost your place
Mademoiselle} whispered Jennie
Purton, pale, dark eyed little
thing, who supportesl-a crippled
mother and two little sisters out
of her mulcted earnings.
"And he'll never let you in
again. added Mary hose. "i1e
lis as yindictiye as possible"
at matters not" said Annette.
I"He is a rogue and sometimes
rogues outgeneral themselves"
but you can't starye," said
Jennie. s.Look here, Ma 'mselle,
come homeowith me. It's poor
place, butMe'll make you 1wel-
come till-till you can write to
| your friends.n y y Z, Is ASk
Annette turned and impulsive-
ly kissed Jennie on-her lips. 4
II thank you,p she said; "but
| do not need your kindness.
Ny friends are nearer than YOU
think" ..9lr .ia'ms3
And Annette Duvelle went
back to the little red brick cot
tage, all thatched with the growth
Iof woodbine, where she lodged
with the wife Of the man who
tended th3 engines, in Dapplc-
vile works. ! Il l. / u / Il 1
"Does he cheat you, too, of
your moneyyY sheI aske |, when
Simon PettengiIl came home;
smoke-stained and grimy, to eat
his supper hGoli .s.Uamua0l
"Ope1sl4th 4 have to pay to
him." said Simon with an inyol-
untary groan, as he locked at
the five little ones around his
board. eyes, Miss, he's q vii
liam, but the world is full Of such.
And / find it a pretty hard world
to- get on with! Mir. Eldelslie
never comesllere ormaybethings
would be a bit different. Mr..
Elderslie lives abroad; in Paris,
they say.9IE 81 III
t'Heis in this country now, .
said Annette. q intend to write
T. StsFkJn,t EN- IL no g3Bassa@, miss. slIySa
eyes, it WILL said Annette,
quietly. Il
y*:gfat#roT assfn ~. ~
The petals of the June roses
had faIIena pink carpet all along
the,edge of the woods, and the
DapplevaleS Works Wore their
holiday guise, even down to ST.
mon PettepgDl' snewlyJ brighten
ed steam engine, for Dir, Elderslie
and lis bride werel TO visit the
works on his wedding tour.
Sits saspityl sMa'amsellel An
Inette went away SO soon," said
Simon to his assistant; '.cause
they say the masters kind heart
ed in the main, and she might
have spoken for herself
Nj. Gerald Blake, iii his best
broadcloth suit, and his mhstachc
newly dyed, stood smiling in the
broad doorway as the carriage
drove up to the entrance, and
Mr.. Elderslie, "a handsome blonde
bfowed man, sprang ont and as
sisted a. young lady in a dove
coloIrd trayelingJsuit, to alight.
"Blake, how, are you'll he said,
with the carelcssness Of consci-
Gus superiority. "Annette, my
love, this is Blake, my foreman.
"MademoiselIe Annette?'
And Mr.. Gerald Blake found
himself cringing before the slight
Freneh gili whom he bad turned
from the factory door a month
before. h.ITb9g~
81 must beg to loolS at the
books, Blake" said Elderslie au-
thoritatiyely, my wife tells, me
some strange stories about the
way things are Carried on here.
IL became 50 notorious that the
ralnors reached her even lat
Blythesdalc Springs, and she
chose to come and see for herself.
Annette, my darling, the best
wedding gift we can make to
these poor working girls is.a new
foreman. Blake, You may con
slider yourself dismissed"
But, sir
Mot another word, cried Mr..
Elderslie, with a lowering brow,
and Mr.. Gerald Blake crept a.
way, with an uncomfortable con-
seriousness of Annette's sconful
eyes following him.
Elderslic turned to his wiie.
sYeu are right, my love-, said
he. ssrhe mans face is sufficient
evidence against him.