The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1889-07-31

Cpme in" was the reply, and
opening the door Tiny Clarence
entered.
II was small room compara-
lively bare of furniture, but very
neat A little bed occupied the
further corner of the room, aud the
smallest possible remnant of fire
smouldered in the little CRATE, while
one or two chairs and table consti-
tuted all the rest of the outfittings.
Close to the window young
woman sat sowing, while a Grip
pied child played on the floor at her
feet. She arose as Tiny entered.
Is it you, Miss Clarence9' she
Isaid, her pale face momentarily
dyed with a deep tinge of color, as
she curtesied timid welcome, tthis
is but a poor place for you to come. ;,
Miss eiarencel repeated our lit
tie heroine, reproachfulIy. aYou
used to call me Tiny when we were
school girls together, HelcnI''
"But there is such gulf between
us nowl''
Because you are poor and 1 am
rich? because you are forsaken
widow and I am still the favored
child of fortune? Helen, you Judge
me unjustlyl"
Helen Starts eyes filed with
tears.
"Dear Tiny, 1 will never do so
again"
81 brought you some more sew
ing" said Tiny, carelessly, as she
sat down by the side of her sadly
changed schoolmate. BY the way
Helen do you still sew for Sargent
& Copely2"
eyes, am going there this after
noon to return some work and try
to get little more."
care your"
Tiny strove to speak unconcerned-
ly, although the deep crimson flush
ed her neck and brow.
would you object to my going
with your IL have a great Curl
osity to see the inner workings of
one of those great manufacturing
establishments"
81 shall be glad of your company" :"
aDo they pay you well2" went on
Tiny, affecting to be deeply interest
ed in removing speck of mud from
the hem of Bridget's brown cloth
cloak. Mrs. Starr shook her head
sadly.
"starvation prices, Tiny, and Mr..
Sargent has just cut down the
wages one-quarter. He says times
are hard and he cannot meet ex-
penses."
"Yet he drives the handsomest
horses in New York and lives in a
brown stone palace, observed Tiny.
~ know it, but such is the uni
versal injustice between employer
and employed. We are powerless
and they know it, these grinding
rich people.
She was folding up the bundle of
neatly sewn skirts as she smoke and
put on her own worn and shabby
garments.
aYou will be good and quiet,
Charlie, and not go near the fire un-
til mamma returns?" she added,
pausing on the threshold.
eyes, mamma" the child answer
cd, with docile meekness.
He was accustomed to being left
alone, poor little fellow, and then
Helen and Tiny set forth together
on an errand entirely novel to the
latter.
1t was "pay day" at the establish
ment of Sargent & Copely, and a
long string of worn-looking women,
some young and some old but all
palea and pinched, like plants that had
grown in the shade, were waiting
their turn for the miserable remu-
neration due them.
Mr. Copely, fat, oily-looking
man, with white neck cloth and
beaming spectacles, stood behind a
ponderous ledger, day-book, and
Mr.. Sargent, with an expression OF
face very different from what he
had that morning worn in Tiny
Clarence's boudoir, leaned against
the edge of the desk and took in the
work, examining and commenting
on it as he did SO.
For Mr.. Sargent chose himself to
superintend this portion of his busi-
ness. Nor was the tongue of SLAM
der behindhand in proclaiming that
he contrived to make money out OF
this personal supervision.
"Clara Coyt' he called out sharp
ly, as pale, freckled young girl
neared him, chow much due Clara
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