Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1880-10-08
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REFRACTORY BELLE.

So that is the factory belle, is it,
said Mr.. Payson, the new foreman Of
the Melcndale Works We'll, must
confess that She has ratheran attractive
face, with her large hazel eyes and that
profusion of red brown hair. although
her nose isn't quite Grecian, and the
lines of her mouth are just triiic out
of drawing,
.Humph," said old Solomon GilSey,
the engineer, shes been made much
of Kitty Keslcy has. until she's Just
spoiled. And
But here Kitty Ke,ley herself came
,aucily M % the foremans desk
Mr. Payson," said She, tossing back
tie cloud Of red gold hair that hung
over her dimpled face for | suppose
YOU are Mr.. Iayson?"
At your service, said the young
man, with commendahle gravity.
My machine doesn't suit me. | wish
YOU would have itchanged for ano.h-
er.
doesn't suit your he repeated.
slowly.
M. ,aid Miss kluy, strengthening
ont the bow Of ribbon ut her belt
lis it the custom at Mcllcndale t.
change machines at the beck and call
of every dissatisfied damscl?' he asked
still without change of eomtenance
My machine is always changed
whenever | ask for it. said Kitty kcs-
ley. nonchalantly.
suppose YOU try and make it do,
said Mr.. Payson. u dare say the turn
Of i screw here, or that alienation Of 4
TENSION there, will make it all right
Johnson 10 the packer bring me
that list of the boxes that are to be sent
oil this morning
Miss Kcsley stood inindignant sur
prise at this poltely-cayalier treatment
She-thc spoiled beauty, the pettcd
fayoritc of the whole establishment
whose every whim had been humored
whose capriccs INDUCED be told (
try and make things do!
you viii not change it, said she
coloring very red.
1t is quite contrary to my rules,
said Mr.. Payson. THAT'S right, John
son. Now | will look over the list witt
YOU"
Miss Kitty went back to her seat, il
4 ger une passion.
II was Arson Payson's first day il,
the Mellendale factory, and Of course
ii proved rather A fatiguing one.
The morning, bleak and cloudy, had
settle down into good old-fashloncd
snow storm, before the afternoons and
when at last the throb of the engines
had ceased, the whiz Of the numberless
machines was still, and the flock OF
girls had disappeared one by one, Mr.
Pavsor locked his desk. pocketed the
KEYS, and also sailed forth into tho
snowy twilight Of the November night
But, unaccustomed ii he was 70 the
Mcllendalc roads and their WndingS
he soon became disagreeahly aware that
hc had somehow missed his way.
s.They told me turn of at All old
stone mill, he pondered, "hut | have
seen no stone mill; nor any finger post
10 believe, standing STILL and trying
to peer through the white wilderness oi
hving snowhakcs, that am destined
10 he a modern Bahe-in-the-W Woods
And tic worst Of il all il that there are
such number of awkward prccipicc-
along Tile edge II this woody road
where one might walk of. il halflight
and never knew how he came to his
end-Smv luckily there is red light
cleaning through the darkness. 1t
must come from some farm-housc vim
dow. and ! am saved from my DOOM
But as Arson Pavson knocked at the
door Of the little 0nc-story dwelling. he
felt that he WA very weary With hands
and feat uumbed from tire biting blast.
and garments wet through ~ thc
damp and penetrating snow.
Tie opening q the door revealed q
cheerful little interior which would
have done no discredit % the pencil q
a Dutch artist-a blaze Of pine logs on
tie hearth, candle burning in il
brass sconce 4 rcd-and-blue RAJ carpet
"a the feor 4 round cherry table ret
it FIR supper and huge gray cat
I1lTring costly on tho hearth-.tonc
4 tam white Haired old man opened
TILE door IA him. and welcomed him
after cheerg. unconventional fashion.
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