The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1880-10-23


ed Annette,
"Pray consider your name crossed off thu
book" went on Mr.. Blake. "You are no
longer in my employ. Good evening
Mademoiscllo whatever you may call you
self"
And Mr.. Blake slammed down the cover
of his desk as if it were patent guillohnc
and poor Annette Devcllcs neck was I'M
der it,
Two or three Of the factory girls, who
had lowered around the open door to hear
the discussion, looked with awe.strickcn
faces at Annette as she came out with -,
which she had received from the cashier, in
her hand
you've lost your place, ma'mselle,
whispered Jennie Purton, pale, dark eyed
little thing who supported a crippled moth
er and two little sisters out of her indicted
earnings.
"And he'll never let you in again, add
ed Mary Rice. Hes as vindictiye as
possible
1T matters not" said Annette Ao,is
a rogue, and rogues sometimes out-general
themselves"
But you can't starve," said Jennie. Look
here ma'amselle, come home with me, It's
a poor place, but wen make you welcome
till-till you can write to your friends"
Annette turned and impulsively kissed
jennie on her lips.
'Thank you," said she, but do not
need your kindness. My friends are nearer
than you think"
And Annette Develle went back to the
little red brick cottage, all matched with
the growth of the woodbine, where she
lodged with wife Of the man who tended
the engines in the Dapplevale works.
docs he cheat you, too, OF your money!
she asked when Simon Pettingell came
home, smoke stained and grimy to eat his
supper,
"One-sixth ! have to pay him." said
Simon, with groan, as he looked at the
five little ones around his board. "Yes,
Miss, he's q villain; but the world is full Of
such. And find it a pretty hard world
10 get on with. Mr.. Elderslie never comes
here, or maybe things would be bit differ
ent Mr.. Elderslie lives abroad; in Paris,
they say
He is in this country now said Annette
Il intend to write to him
''Twont do no good, miss
Yes it will, said Annette, quietly.
The petals Of the June roses had fallen,
pink carpet all along the edge Of the
woods, and the Dappleyale works wore
their holiday guise, even down to Simon
Pettingell's newly frightened engine, for
Mr.. Elderslie and his newly married bride
NcIe " NIs4l INC NOIhS Ou uIeII NcudHlS
tour.
Its a pity Ma'amsellc Annette went
away so soon" said Simon TO his assistant
"cause they say the masters kind hearted
in the main, and she might have spoken up
for herself"
Mr.. Gerald Blake, in his best broadcoth
suit, and mustache newly dyed, stood smil-
ing in the broad doorway as the carriage
drove up to the entrance, and Mr. Elderslie,
a handsome blonde. Drowned man, sprang
out and assisted young lady in dove
colored travelling suit to aight.
"Bake, how are youi" he said, with the
carelessness of a conscious superiority.
"Annette, my love, this is Blake, my fore
man"
"Slademoiselle Annette!N
And Mr.. Gerald Blake found himself
cringing before the Slight French girl
whom he had turned from the factory door
a month before.
4 must beg to look at the books, Blake
said Elderslie, authritively, Ny wife
tells me some strange stories about the
way things are managed here, 1t became
so notorious that the rumors reached her
even at Blythesdole springs, and she choos
es to come and see for herself. Annette,
my darling, the best wedding gift we can
make to these poor working girl is a new
foreman. Blake, you can consider your
self dismissed
But, sir
Not another word, cried Mr.. Elderslie.
with lowering brow, and Mr.. Gerald Blake
crept away, with an uncomfortable con.
seriousness Of Annette's scornful blue eyes
following him,
Eldcrslie turned to his wife.
you were right, my love, said he. The
mans face is sufficient evidence against
him.