Connecticut western news., 1882-07-05
ssEh ?'' ejacuIated MT. May, jumping

"Very well just as you like, tnade- meiselle. only if you won't conform to the rules of the Dapplevale Works -
 sAre these the rules ?" scornfully de- manded the girl.
 "Pray consider your name crossed oil the books; you are no longer in my em- ploy. Good evening, mademoiselle. "
 MT. May slammed down tbe cover of his desk as if it were patent guillot1ne, and poor Marie's neck were under 1t.
 Two or three of the factory girls who had lowered around the place to hear the discussion, looked with awe-strlcken f e IS at Marie as she came out with $4 in her hand
 "You have lost your place, ma'amselle," whispered Jennie Bass, q pale, dark eyed girl who supported 8 crippled mother and two little sisters out of her factory earnings.
 "And he'll never take you on again j; he is as vindictive as possible" said Mary Rice.
 "It matters not. He is rogue, and rogues sometimes out-general them selves" "But you can't starve," said Jennie. "Come with me. ma'amselle. My home is 8 poor place, but you are welcome to stay there till you can write to your friends"
 Marie turned and impulsively kissed Jennie on her lips.
 "I thank you, but do not need your kindness. I have friends nearer than you think"
 Marie Duvelle went back to the red brick house, all thatched with the woodbine, where she lodged with the wife of the man who tended the engines in the Dapplevale Works.
 "Does he cheat you out of you money, too?" she inquired, when Simor Pettengill came home. smoke-stainec and grimy, to his supper.
 "One-sixth I have to pay him, sait Simon, with groan, as he glanced a the five little ones around his board "Yes, miss, he's villain; but th world is full of such, and find it 1 pretty hard world to get on in. MT Elder never comes here, or maybe thing would be different. MT. Elder live abroad, in Paris, they say"
 He is in this country now, and intend to write to him.
 "'Twont do no good, miss.
 "Yes, it will, said Marie quietly.
 * The petals of the June roses ha , fallen like pink carpet along the edg of the woods, and the Dappleval Works wore their holiday guise, eve , down to Simon Pettengills newl frightened steam engine, for MT. Eide
 and his bride were to visit the factor on their wedding tour. , "It is pity Ma'amselle Marie wen away so soon, for they say the maste
 is kind-hearted in the main and sh 5 might have spoke up for herself, sai Simon to his assistant.
 Mir. May, in his best broadcloth sui and mustache newly dyed, stood in tn
 entrance smiling as the carriage drov e up and MT. Elder, 8 handsome blond s man, sprang out and assisted a youn a lady in dove-colored travelling suit
 alight.
 g "May, how are you?" he said, wit s the carelessness of conscious superio s ity. "Marie, my love. this is my fore # man."
 e "Mademoiselle Marie p 5 MT. May found himself cringing b. n fore the slight French girl whom | k had turned from the factory a mont @ before.
 d "May," said Elder authorativel,
 "my wife tells me some very strane O stories about the way things are maj !. aged here It became so notorious th
 the rumors reached her even at Blythe ,- dale Springs and she chose to come an F see for herself. Marie, my darling, tl q best wedding gift we can make to thes V poor girls is 8 new foreman. May, yc
 are dismissed.
 'But, sir"- a 'Not word," cried MT. Elder, vii
 lowering brow, and Mir. May crept o1 .s with an uncomfortable consciousness
 Marie's scornful blue eyes followi1 j.. him.
 a Elder turned to his wife. }. "You were right, my love. The man
 face is sufficient evidence against him e Ee said.
 And new re,gn began for poor Jel ,e nie Bass and the others, as we'll as f " Simon Pettengill. And Marie nev V regretted her weeks apprenticeship
 the Dapplevale Calico Works.