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

AhG Ia hbLES TURNED.
II was just such an American village
ss you see in pictures. A background
Of superb old mountains, clothed in
blue-green cedars, with q torrent thun-
dering down deep gorge and falling in
ioamy billows; river rejecting the
azure of the sky, and kno. Of houses
with church spire at one end and Q
thicket Of factory chimneys at the 9TH
=, whose black smoke wrote ever
changing hieroglyphics against the
brilliancy Of the sky.
This was Dapplevale, and in the rosy
sunshine of June day the girls were
all issuing forth, while Gen. May, the
foreman, sat at his desk, pen behind
his ear and his small, beady eyes drawn
back as it we're in the shelter Of a preci-
pice of shaggy eyebrows.
One by one the girls stopped and re-
ceived their pay for one weeks work,
for this was Saturday,. One by one
they filed out witl discontented faces
until the last one paused in front of the
desk.
She was slight and tail, with large
vclvety blue eyes, and complexion as
delicatety grained and transparent as
rose-colored wax, and an abundance
Of glossy hair of so dark q brown that
the casual observer would have pro-
nouuced it black, and there was some-
thing in the way the blue ribbon at her
neck was tied, and the manner in which
the simple details of her dress were
arranged that bespoke her foreign birth.
swell, Mademoiselle Marie, how do
you like factory life ?" asked the fore
man.
"It isnot disagreeable, she answered,
aslight accent clinging to her tones like
fragrance to a flower, rs she extended
her hand for the money counted out TO
her.
"You have gwen me but 81, and IL
was IS by the contract" she said.
The foreman shrugged his shoulders
with an insolent air.
"Humph You amt much accus-
toned to our way of doing things, are
you, mademoiselle? Eight, Of course,
but We deduct 90 for a fee."
"a feel For wLat2" demanded
Marie, with flashing eyes.
For getting you the situation, to be
sure. Such places don't grow on every
bush, and you naturally expect to pay
Tor the privilege"
81 did not"
"Oh, well, You amt obliged 10 stay
unless you choose"
DO you mean that il do not pay
this money" hesitated Marie.
"fou can't expect to stay in the
works." said May, hitching mp his col
lar.
but the other s2?,
oh, that is percentage the girls
Nj pay" said the foreman.
But what is it for?"
Mr.. May laughed.
1T helps out my salary. OF course
you know the girls expect TO pay some
thlng each week for keeping their situa-
Mons in place where there are 80 many
anxious to get in"
And Mr.. Eldaro"
oh, he hasn't much TO do with il. I
am master, il you please"
Mr.. Elder owns the worksf"
We'll, yes, he owns it, but / manage
everything. Mr.. Elder reposes the ut
most confidence in my ability, and he is
sgood business man. He understands
MS own interest. And now if You have
my more questions to ask"
have none but need this money
myself. work hard for il earn il
.,ghteously. 1 cannot afford any more
'nan the others among those poor labor.
ins girls to pay il to your greed"
"Eh'" calculated Mr.. May, jumping
iom his seat as il stung.
And I will not pay it, calmly con-
anued Mademoiselle Marie.
Very well just as you like, madem-
useiie, only il you won't conform to the
rules OF the Dapplevale Works-
Are these the rules 2" scornfully do
nanded the girl,
:, Fray consider your name crossed OF
ae BOOKS; you are no longer In my en-
Ploy Good evening madAmoisalle.