Hand County press. (Miller, Dakota [S.D.]) 1882-1893, 1882-08-23

Mr.. May slammed down the cover of
his desk as II 1t were patent guillotine
and poor Marie's neck were under il.
Two or three Of the factory girls, who
had hovered around the place to hear
the discussion. looked with ave- stricken
faces at Marie as she came out with a
in her hand.
You have lost your place, ma'am-
selle," whispered Jennie Bass, q pale,
dark-eyed girl who supported crippled
mother and two little sisters out Of her
factory earnings.
"And he'll never take you on again;
he is as vindictive as possible" said
Mary Rice.
"It matters not. He is o rogue, and
rogues sometimes out.general them
selves"
"But you can't starve," said Jennie.
"Come with me, ma'amselle. MY home
is poor place, but You arc welcome TO
stay there till you can write to your
friends"
Marie turned and impulsiyely kissed
Jennie on her lips.
81 thank you, but do not need your
kindness. 1 have friends nearer than
you think"
Marie Duvelle went back to the red
brick house, all thatched with the
growth of the woodbine, where she
lodged with the wife of the man who
tended the engines in the Dapplevale
Works.
docs he cheat you of your money,
too ?" she inquired, whom Simon Petten.
gill came home, smoke-stained and
grimy, to his supper.
"One-sixth have to pay him." said
Simon, with a groan, as he glanced at
the five little ones around his board.
"Yes, miss, he's villain but this
world is full of such, and I find it @
pretty hard world to get on in. Mr..
Elder never comes here, or maybe things
would be different Mr.. Elder lives
abroad, in Paris, they say"
He is in this country now, aud I
intsnd to write to him."
cit won't do no good, miss"
eyes it will, said Marie, quietly.
The petals OF the June roses had
fallen like O pink carpet along the edge
Of the woods, and the Dapplevale Works
wore their holiday guise, even down to
Simon Pettengiii's newly frightened
steam engine, for Mr.. Elder and his
bride were to visit the factory on their
wedding tour.
1T is O pity Ma'amselle Marie went
away so soon, for they say the master
is kind hearted in the main and she
might have spoken up for herself, said
Simon to his assistant
Mr.. May, in his best broadcloth suit
and mustache newly dyed, stood in the
entrance smiling as the carriage drove
up and Mr.. Elder, q handsome blonde
man, sprang out and assisted Q young
lady in q dove-colored travelling suit to
alight.
MAY, how are your" he said, with
the carelessness of conscious superior
ity. "Marie, my love, this is my fore
man."
"M1le Marie u"
Mr.. May found himself cringing be-
fore the slight French girl whom he
had turned from the factory month
before.
"May," said Mr.. Elder authoritative
ly. "my wife tells me some very strange
stories about the way things are man
aged here. II became 30 notorious that
the rumor reached her even at Blythes-
dale Springs, and she chose to come and
see for herself Marie, my darling, the
best wedding gift we can make to these
poor girls is new foreman. May, you
are dismissed"
"But, sir"
"Not word I" cried Mr.. Elder, with
lowering brow, and Mr.. May crept out
with an uncomfortable consciousness OF
Marie's scornful blue eyes following
him.
Elder turned to his wife.
"You were right, my love. The mans
face is sufficient evidence against him."
he said.
And new reign began forpoor Jennie
Bass and the others, as we'll as for Simon
Pettengill. And Marie never regretted
her weeks apprenticeship at the Dapple-
vale Calico Works.
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