The Douglas independent. [volume] (Roseburg, Or.) 187?-1885, 1880-11-13
THE FACTORY BELLE.

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$50 that is the factory belle, is its'
f. said Mr.. Payson, the new foreman o
the Mallendale works. "We1l, mus
, confess that she has rather an attractive
face, with her large hazel eyes and tina,
profusion of red-brown hair, although
her nose isn't quite Grecian, and the
lines of her mouth are just trihe oui
of drawing"
, s.Humph!' said old Solomon Gilsey,
the engineer. .sShe's been made much
of, Kitty Kelsey has, until she's just
spoiled. And"
But here Kelsey herself came saucily
up to the foreman's desk.
"Mr. Payson," said she, tossing the
cloud of red-gold hair that hung over
her dimpled face, s'for I suppose you are
Mr.. Payson ?"
"At your service" said the young man
with commendable gravity.
my machine doesn't suit me. wish
you would please have it changed for
| another"
Doesn't suit your" he repeated,
slowly.
ANo," said Miss Kitty, Strengthening
Out tu6 UU8 Ol ItOpOu az uoT Del6.
SIS it the custom at Mellendale to
change machines at the beck and call of
every dissatisfied damsel?" he asked,
still without change of countenance.
| my machine is always changed when
ever. / ask for it" said Kitty Kesley,
nonchalently.
Suppose you try and make it do, said
Mr.. Payson. 'I dare say the turn of
screw here, or the alteration of ten
sion there, will make it all right. John
son to the packer, ''bring me that list
of boxes that are to be sent off this
morning"
| Miss Kesley stood in indignant sur
prise at this politely cavalier treatment.
| She, the spoiled beauty, the petted Ia
yorite of the whole establishment, whose
every whim had been humored, whose
caprices indulged, to be told to try and
make things do!
"You Will not change it?" said she,
coloring very red.
''It is quite contrary to my rules, said
Mr. Payson '.That is right, Johnson.
And now will look over the list with
you"
Miss Kitty went back to her seat in
genuine passion.
1t was Anson Payson's first day in the
Mellendale Factory, and Of course it
proved rather fatiguing one.
The morning, bleak and cloudy, had
settled down into a good old-fashioned
snow storm, before the afternoon; and
when at last the throb of the engines had
ceased, the whiz of the numberless ma
chimes was still. and the focks of girls
had disappeared one by one. Mr.. Pay
son locked the desk, pocketed the keys,
and also sailed forth into the snowy
twilight of tine November night.
But unaceustomed as he was to the
Mellendale roads and their windings, he
soon became disagreeably aware that he
somehow had missed the way.
.sThey told me to turn off at an old
stone MILL he further pondered,
''bnt ] have seen no stone mill; nor any
finger post. / do believe" standing still,
and trying to peer through the white
wilderness of flying tnowfake, that am
destined to be modern Babe in the
! Woods. And the worst of it all is that
there are such number of awkward
precipices along the edge of this woody
road, where one might walk off, in this
| half light, and never know how he came
to his end-Stay luckily there is red
light cleaning thro' the darkness. It
must come from some farmhouse window,
| and am saved from my doom.
But as Arson Payson knocked at the
door of the little one-story dwelling, he
felt that he was very weary, with hands
and feet numbed. from the biting blast,
and garments wet through by the damp
and penetrating snow.
The opening of the door revealed a
cheerful little interior, which would do
no discredit to the pencil of Dutch art
ist-a blaze of pine logs on the hearth, q
candle burning in its brass sconce, o red
and blue rag carpet on the floor, . round
cherry table set out for supper, and a
huge grey cat purring costly on the
hearthstone.
A tall, white-haired old man opened
the door to him, and welcomed him after
CHEEKY unconventional fashion.
Come in, stranger, come in ~ said
the old man. s.Well, / declare, you
have got wet, hain't We? Step right up
to the fire. Here's seat. don't seem
to reckonise ye-not just by sight
though I've lived forty odd years here
about. You are"
ST am Mr.. Payson, of the Mallendale
Works." said our hero. with q sigh of
satisfaction, as he expanded his chilled
| hands to the delicious warmth of the
freight penetrating his whole frame.
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