San Marcos free press. [volume] (San Marcos, Tex.) 1877-1892, 1882-08-17

Mr.. May slammed down the cover of
his desk as if it were patent guillotine
and poor Maries neck were under it.
Two or three of the girls who had
lowered around the place to hear the
discussion, looked with awe.stricken
faces at Marie as she came out with 81
in her hand.
You have lost your place, ma'am-
selle," whispered Jennie Base, a pale
dark-eyed girl who supported a crippled
mother and two little sisters out of her
factory earnings.
sand he'll never take you on again
he is as vindictive as possible" said
Mary Rice.
ut matters not. He Is a 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 are welcome to
stay there till you can write to your
friends.
Marie turned and impulsively kissed
Jennie on her lips.
II thank you, but I do not need your
kindness. have friends nearer than
you think"
Marie Duvelle went back to the red
brick house, all matched with the
growth of woodbine, where she lodged
with the wife of the man who tended
the engines of the Dappleville Work.
"Does he cheat you out of your
money, too?" she inquired, when Simon
Pettengill came home, smoke stained
and grimmy to his supper.
"One-sixth I have to pay him." said
Simon with groan, as he glanced at
the five little ones around his board;
eyes, miss; he's villain; but this world
is full of such, and find it a 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, and I in
tend to write to him."
"It won't do no good, miss"
eyes, it will said Marie quietly.
The petals of the June roses had fall
len like pink carpet along the edge
of the woods, and the Dappleville
Works wore their holiday guise, even
down to Simon Pettengill's newly
frightened steam engine, for Mr.. Elder
and his bride were to visit the factory
on their wedding tour.
"It is 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, handsome blonde
man, sprang out and assisted young
lady in dove. colored travelling suit to
alight.
May, how are your" he said with the
carelessness of conscious superiority.
"Marie, my love, this is my foreman"
"Mademoiselle Marie!"
Mr.. May found himself cringing be-
fore the slight French girl whom be
had turned from the factory a month
before.
May" said Mr.. Elder, authcrativaly,
"my wife tells me some very strange
stories about how things arr managed
here. It became SO notorious that tie
rumors reached her at Blythesdale
Springs and she chose to come and see
forherself. Marie, my darling, The best
wedding gift We can make to these poor
girls is q new foreman. May, you arc
dismissed.
@But, sir"
sNo. a word" cried NJ. Elder with
lowering brow, and Mr.. May crept out
with an uncomfortable consciousness
Of Marie's seorrful blue eyes following
him
you we're rightny love. The naan's