San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1889-07-15

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"Yes, am going there this afternoon To
more"
"Are your
Tiny strove to speak unconsciously, al
though the deep crimson flushed her neck and
brow $3.50.
Would you object to my going with youi
IL have great curiosity to see the inner
workings of oneof those great manufacturing
establishments"
81 shall be glad of your company"
do they pay you wellF' went on Tiny,
affecting to be deeply interested in removing
a 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
expenses"
Yet he drives the handsomest horses in
New York and lives in q brown stone palace"
observed Tiny
II know it, but such is the universal jus
tice between employer and employed. We
are powerless and they know it, these grind
ing rich people"
She was folding up the bundle Of neatly
sewn shirts she spoke and putting on her
own worn and shabby outer garments
you will be good and quiet, Charlie and
not go near the fire until mamma returns"
she added, pausing on the threshold
YES, mamma" the child answered. 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 establishment Of
Sargent 6 Copley, and long string of worn
| looking women, some young and some old,
but all pale and pinched, hike plants that had
grown in the shade, were waiting their turn
| for the miserable remuneration due them.
Mr. Copley, a 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 morn
| ing 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 50.
| For Mr.. Sargent chose himself to superin-
! tend this portion of his business. Nor was
| the tongue Of SANDER behindhand in pro-
claiming that he contrived to make money
out of this personal supervision
Clara Coyt" he called out, sharply, as a
pale, freckled young girl neared him, 'how
much due Clara Coytl Ten dollars and sew
entv cents. Take off S1-werk creased from
sewing machine"
But, sir" began the girl
| Nine seventy-here you arel Pass ON,
Clara Coyt! Now then, Mary Macalister-
behind two days. Fine Mary Macalister 50
| cents!"
So he went on, quick to detect or imagine
fines. until scarcely one OF the waiting throng
| received the amount of money fairly due her
! When Helen Starts name was called she
advanced timidly, with her brown clad COM
panion at her side.
Helen Starr" sharply euunciated Mr..
Sargent, scrutinizing her roll of work. -Four
! dollars-deduct 40 cents"
| ION what account, sirr fakered Mrs
Starr.
Work soiled in making up-pass on!'
"You are mistaken, Mr. Sargent, indeed"
pleaded Helen Starr: the stains were in the
linen when it was given out to me. 1t is not
in the least soiled in my hands"
Il can't stop to argue matters with inso-
| lent sewing women in my employ" snarled
| Ernest Sargent. Take your So CO. 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 utter helplessness. in
| the hands of this human vampire, she was
| about to take the miserable SUM rendered her
| and pass on her way when low, soft voice
| at her side detained her.
| Helen, stop an instant My. Sargent"
| and turning back the long black veil which
| had hitherto concealed her face, Tiny Clar-
ence looked calmly into the,rich bully's eyes,
II am sure that my friend, Mrs. Starr, speaks
| only the truth. You lose all claim to the
name of gentleman when you low yourself
| to speak thus insolently to aught bearing the
stamp and image Of refined womanhood"
Miss Clarence" he stammered, overcome
| with confusion there is some mistake here
| p
There is no mistake" she answered, calm
| ly contemptuous Il have been near max
ing one that might have lasted lifetime,
| but my eyes are fortunately opened Pay
Mrs. Starr the money rightly due her, and
let us leave this den OF money making in
| iquityT
Mr.. Sargent paid Mrs Starr the 81 with
| undisguised awkwardness, and strove to de-
| tain Tiny as she turned away
Miss Clarence" be faltered, will you
allow me to explain"-
No, Mr. Sargent" she answered, haughti-
| ly, Il will never allow you to speak to me
again"
She kept her word. Ernest Sargents ma I
womanly discrimination, and found wanting
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