Connecticut western news., 1879-08-27

like, mademoiselle, cried the foreman, turning red in the face. "Only if you won't conform to the rules of the Dap plevale Norks- "
 "Are these the rules ?' scornfully de- manded Annette.
 "Pray oors'1, your name crossed of tho books," went on Mir. Blake. "You are DO longer in my employ. Good evening, Madenoiselle Whatever-you. may -call-yourself."
 And Mir. Blake slammed down the cover of his desk as if it were 8 patent guillotine 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 stricken faces at Annette as she came out with $4 which she had received from the cashier in her hand.
 "You've lest your place, ma'amselle, '' whispered Jenny Purton, 8 pale, dark eye d little thing who supported crip- pied mother and two little sisters out of her mulcted earnings.
 "And he'll never let you in again, '' added Mary Rice. "Hes as vindictive as possible
 " It matters not, "s said Annette. "he is a rogue, and rogues sometimes out general themselves"
 But you can't starve," said Jenny. "Look hero, m a'amselle, come home with me. It's poor place. but we'll make you welcome till--'IlI you can wlite to your friends"
 Annette turned and impulsively kissed Jenny on her lips.
 "I 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, all thatched with tue growth of the woodbine, where she lodged with the wife of the man who tended the engines in the Dapplevale Works.
 "Does he cheat you, too, of your money2" she asked, when Simon Pet tepgill came home, smoke-stained and grimy, to eat his supper.
 "One-sixth have to pay to him, 7" said Simon with an involuntary groan, as he looked at the five little ones around his board. "Yes, miss, he's a villain, but the world is full of such. And I find it pretty hard world to get on with. Mir. Elderslie never comes here or may be things would be bit different. Mir. Elderslie lives abroad; in Paris, they say."
 "He is in this country now," said An- nette. 1T intend to write to him."
 "'Twon't do no good, miss."
 "Yes, it will" said Annette quietly.
 The petals of the June roses had fallen, rink carpet all along the edge of the woods, and the Dapplevale Works wore tteir holiday gu;se, even down to Simon Pettengills newly brightened steam engine, for Mir. 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 assis- tant; "'cause they say the masters kind-hearted in the main, and she might have spoke up for herself"
 MT. 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 Mir. Eiderslie, a handsome blonde browed man, eprang out and assisted a young lady, in q dove-colored travel ing suit, to alight.
 Blake, how are you ?" he said, with the carelessness of conscious superiority. Annette, my love, this is Blake, my foreman"
 Mademoiselle Annette l"
 And Mir. Gerard Blake found himself cringing before the slight French girl whom he had turned from the factory door month before.
 "I must beg to look at the books, Blske,' said Elderslie, authoritatively. "My wife tells me some strange stories about the way things are managed here. It became so notorious that the 1umors reached her even at Blythesdale Springs and she oh ose to come and see for her. self. Annette, my darling, the best wedding gift we can make to these poor working girls is new foreman. Blake, you may consider yourself dismissed" "
 "But, sir"
 " Not another word," cried MT. FL derslie, with lowering brow, and MT. Gerald Blake crept away, with an un- comfortable consciousness of Annette's s scornful blue eyes following him. Elderslie turned to his wife.
 You were right, my love-" said he. "The mans face is sufficient evidence against him."
 And new reign began for poor Jenny Purton and the working girls, as we'll as for Simon Pettengill.
 And Annette never regretted her week s apprenticeship in the Dapplevale Calico