St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1880-10-02
THE FACTORY BELLE.

eyes ahu thdU pTOiuSlOu Oh req Drown
nalr, althuugh gh her nose isn't quite
drecian, anu the liHes of her mouth
,,re Just a trltie out of drawing.
'humph!' sad old solomon Gil
sey, the engineer. She has ALWAYS
been made much of, Kitty Kesles
nas, until shes just spoiled. Aud
Bat here KITTY kesley herself
came sauc!ly up To the foreman 5
desk.
MIR Payson, said she, tossing
BACK the cloud of red-goid hair that
hnng oven her tilmpled f.ce-'for
suppose yon are Mr. Payson?'
| AT your servivce, said the young
I man, with commendable gravity.
My machine doesn't suit me;
WISH you would have it changed for
another.
Doesn't suit your he repeated,
slowly.
No, said Miss Kitty. straishten-
iDg out the bow ribbon ut her belt.
is 1t the custom 1T Meilendale TO
cilange machines al the beck and
cali ui every dissatisfied damsel?' he
asked, still without change OF
countenance.
My machine is always changed
Whenever L ask for it, said Kitty
hesiey, noncnalantly.
Suppose you try and make it do
said Mr. Payson. 1 dare say the
turu of Il screw here, or the ;ltera
tion of / tension there. will make it
all right. Johnson. to the packer
'p.ng me that list Of the boxes that
are TO De seIt utftI,is morning.
Miss hesIey stood iii indignant
surprise at this politely cavalier
treatment. She-the spoiled beauty.
lie petted favorite of the whole es-
tahhsiiment, whose every whim had
oeen Eunlored, whose caprices iE-
uu. aed-;u DE told 10 try and make
Lulnss do,
You will not change it?' said
she coloring red
1t Is quite contrary to my rules,
said Air. Payson. That's right,
Johnson. Now l will look over the
,ist with You.
Miss Kitty went hack to her seat,
III Il genuine passion.
1t was Anson Payson's first dav
in the Mellen,iale Factory. aud of |
c"ur,e 1t proved Father a fatiguiug
one.
The morning, bleak and cloudy, |
iad settled down into good old
fashioned snow-storm, before the |
afternouu: and when ut last the
throb of the engines had ceased, the
whiz of tine noniberless machines
wis still, and the flock of girls dis
appeared one 10y one, MIR Pnyson
locked his desk, pucketed the keys,
and also sallIei forth in the snowy
twilight Of the November night.
But unaccustumed us he was to
the Ateliendaie roads and their
wintlngs he soon became Lissagree-
ably j. aware that he had somehow
missed his way.
They told me to turn off at an
old stone mil, he pondered, but
nave seen no stoue mill; nor any
inger-post. lido believe standing
still, and trying to peer through the
white wilderness Of flying SHOW
flakes, that | am destined to be
modern Bube-iu-tile- Woods. And
the worst of 1t all is that there are
such ii number of awkward preci-
plces along The edge of this woody
road. where one might walk off, IL
TINS nali light, and never know how
lie c:nlc 10 his end-Stay! luckily I
there Is red light sleamm.
through tine darkness. 1t must
come from some farmhouse window
AMI L am saved from my doumr
Bat as Anson Plyson knocked
at the door oil the little one story
dwelling, he Ielt that he was very
weary, with hands aud feet uumbed
from Tie biting blast, aid garment,
wet Though by the damp and pen
SHOW.
the opening of the door revealed ,
Il chueriui little INTERIOR" winch /
would have done no discredit TO the ,
psncli OF u Dutch artist-a blaze OF
Ri,'e logs on tile hearth, a candle
cunning III Its brass sco,ce, red !
aud biae ras carpet ON the floor, a
round cherry tnbleset ont for snp- +
per. and a fuge gray cat purring
costly on the hearth-stone.. II
a tail, wnlte-haired old man