Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1889-06-27

down by the side of her sadly changed
schoolmate. by the way, Helen do you
still sew for Sargent d Copley ?"
Yes, am going there this afternoon
to return some work and try to get
little more"
"Are youS"
riny strove TO speak uneonscionsly,
although the deep crimson flushed her
neck and brow.
"Would GU object to my going with
you? II nave great curiosity TO see
the inner workings of one of those great
manufacturing establishments.n
81 shall be glad of your cou pauy."
do they pay you vel ~ went on Tiny,
affecting to be deeply interested in re
moving speek of mud from the hem of
Bridget's brown cloth cloak. Mrs. Starr
shook her head sadly.
Starvation prices, Tiny, and Mr.. Sar-
gent has just cut down the wages one
quarter. He says times are hard and he
can not meet expenses"
"Yet he drives the hsndsou est horses in
New York and lives In a brown stone
palace" observed Tiny.
II know it. but such is the universal
justice between employer and employed.
We are powerless and they know it, these
grinding rich people
SO she folde up the bundle of neatly
sewn shirts as she spoke and putting on
her own worn and shabby outer garments.
"You will be good and quiet, Charlie,
and not 60 near the fire until mamma re-
turnsH" she added, pausing on the thresh
old.
ayes, mamma" the child answered,
with docile meekness.
Gle was accustomed to being left
alone, po,r little fellow, and then Helen
and Tiny set forth together on an errand
entirely novel to the latter.
1T was "psy-day" at the establishment
of Sargent d Coploy and long string
of worn docking women, some young and
some old, but all pale and punched, like
plants that have grown in the shade, were
waiting their turn for the miserable re
Enumeration due them,
Mr.. Copley, fat, oily-looking man,
with white neck cloth and beaming
spsct8cles, stood behind a ponderous
ledger, q 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 super
intend this portion of his business, Nor
was the tongue of Islander behind hand
in proclaiming that he ooutriyed TO make
money out of this personal supervision.
"Clara Coyt!' he called out sharply, as
a pale, fre3kled, young girl neared him,
chow much due Clara Coytf Ten dollars
and seventy cents. Take off 81 work
creased from sewing machine"
"But, sir began the girl.
'Niue seventy here you are! Pass
on, Clara Coyt! Now, then, Mary Maoal
ister-behind two days. Fine Mary Mac
alister 80 centsW
SO he went on, quick to detect or i'm
agine faults, vigorous to punish. meroi
less to exact fines, until scarcely one OF
the waiting tarong received the amount
of money fairly due her.
When Helen Starts name WAS called,
she advanced timidly, with her brown
clad companion at her side.
Helen Starr sharply enunciated Mr..
Sargent, scrutinizng her roll Of work,
-Four dollars-deiuot 40 ceuts"
ION what account, SIR faltered Mrs.
Starr.
"Work soiled in making up-pass onl"
"You are mistaken, Mr.. Sargent, in
deed" pleaded Helen Starr; "the stains
were on the linen when it was given out to
me. 1t is not in the least soiled in my
hands"
81 can't stop to argue matters with in
solent sewing women in my my employ
snared Ernest Sargent. Take your $500,
Mrs. Starr, without any more words, or
leave the establishment. We can get
plenty of hands who won't tell lies"
Helen Starr grew crimson and then
pale, but knowing her own inter help
lessuess in the hands of this human
vampire, she was about to take the mlser-
able sum rendered her and pass on her
way when q low, soft voice at her side de
tanned her.
"Helen, stop an instant Mr.. Sargent
and turning back the long black veil
which had hitherto concealed her face,
Tiny Clarence looked calmly into the rich
bully's eyes. 81 am sure that my friend,
Mrs. Starr speaks only the truth, You
lose all claim TO the name of gentleman
when you allow yourself to speak thus in
solently to sught bearing the stamp and
image Of refined womanhOOd."
Miss Clarence" he stammered, over
come with confusion, there is some mis-
take heIa. / -"
"There is so mistake" she answered,
calmly contemptuous. II have been near
making one that might have lasted life
time, but my eyes are fortunately opened.
Pay Mrs. Starr the money rightly due her,
and let Us leave this den Of money max
ing iniquity"
Mr.. Sargent paid Mrs. Starr the 81 with
undisguised aVkwsrdness, and stroye TO
detain Tiny as she turned away.
Miss Clarence" he faltered, will you
allow me to explain"
"No, MIR. Sargent" she answered.
haughtily, Il will never allow you TO SPEAK
to me again.
She kept her word. Ernest Sargents
nature had been tried in the balance Of
her womanly discrimination. and found
wanting.
Tiny Clarence was heart whole still!
Alvin Park, aged 40 years, cook Of q
fishing smack at New London, Conn.,
murdered a fourteen year old girl named
IittIefeld. He was ia love with her but
-.frs.d bya attentions