The morning call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1878-1895, 1891-08-20
INTERESTING CHANGE.

| rejecting the azure oil the SKY, anu hnot u
houses with church spire at one end and
thicket of factory chimneyS at the other,
| whose black smoke wrote ever-changng
hieroglyphics against the brilliancy OF the
sky. This was Dappleyale; and in the rosy
sunshine of a June day the girls were all
issuing forth, while General May. the fore
man, sat at his desk, pen behind his ear
| and his small. beady eyes drawn back ds it
were in the shelter of precipice Of shaggy
| eyebrows.
One by one the girls stopped and received
! their ply for one weeks work, for this was
Saturday. One by one they filed out, with
| discontinued faces, until the last one passed
in front Of the desk.
She was slight and tall, with large, vel
vety blue eyes. and a complexion as deli
cately grained and transparent as rose-col-
| ured wax, and an abundance of glossy hair
! of so dark a brown that the casual observer
| would have pronounced it black, and there
was something 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.
"Well. Mile. Marie, how do you ike fac
| tory life?" asked the foreman.
st is not disagreeable," she answered, a
slight accent clinging TO her tones like
| fragrance to a flower, as she extended her
| hand for the money counted out to her
You have given me but ST. and it was SIS
| by the contract she SAID.
The foreman shrugged his shoulders with
| an insUlent air.
"Humphl you amt much accustomed to
| our way of doing things, are you, mademoi-
selle? Elgut, Of course. but we deduct 81
| for fee"
"a fee! For what?" demanded Marie,
! with flashing eyes.
For getting you the situation, to be sure.
| No A,uft NJ hush and
iege."
81 did not"
ION, well, all right. You amt obliged to
! stay unless you choose"
Do YOU mean that II l do not pay this
money" hesitated Marie.
"Y ou can't expect to stay in the works, ="
said May, htehing mp his collar.
But the other SIP
''Oh, that is a percentage the girls all pay"
| said the foreman.
But what is it for?"
Mr. May laughed.
I" 1t helps out my salary. OF course you
| know the girls expect to pay something each
| week for keeping their situations in a place
where there are so many anxious to get IN. "
And Mr.. Eldsr?"
"Oh, he hasn't much to do with it. am
master, If you please"
Mr.. Elder owns the works ?'
"Well. yes, he owns it, but 1 manage
everything. Mr. Elder reposes the utmost
| confidence in my ability, and he is a good
| business man. He understands his own
interest. And now have you any more ques-
| tons TO ask"
&" have none; but I need this money my
| self l work hard for it, l earn it right
| eously. | cannot afford any more than the
others among these poor laboring girls to
pay it tn your greed"
4" Eh?" calculated Mr.. May, jumping from
his seat as If stung.
And will not pay it." calmly continued
Madamoisele Marie.
VERY well; just as you like, mademoi-
selle, only If you wont conform to the rules
of the Dapplevale works"
Are these the rules?" scornfully de-
| mlnded the girl.
Pray consider your name crossed off the
books; you are no longer in my employ.
| Good evening, made mOiselle."
Mr.. May slammed down the cover of his
| desk as If 1t were a patent guillotine and
| poor Marie's neck were under it.
! Two or three of the factory girls who had
lowered around the place to hear the dis
cussion looked with awe stricken faces at
Marie as she came out with four dollars in
| her hand.
You have lost your place, ma'mselle,"
| whispered Jennie Bass, a pale dark-eyed
girl who supported crippled mother and
| two little sisters out of her factory earnings.
And nell never take Won in again he is
as vindictiye as possible" said Mary Rice.
1T matters not. He is a rogue, and
| rOgues sometimes outgeneral themselves. -
But you can't starve," said Jennie.
Come with me, ma'mselle. Ny home is a
poor place, but you are welcome to stay
there till you can write to your friends"
Marie turned and impulsively kissed Jen-
| ME on her lips.
+" thank you, but l do not need your
kindness. l have friends nearer than you
think"
Marie Duvelle went back to the red brick
house, all thatched with the growth of the
woodbne. where she LODGED with tho wife
of the man who tended the engines i'll the
Dappleyale Works.
Does he cheat you of your money, too"
she inquired, when Simon Petteugill came
home, smoke-staiued and grimy, to hi:
suprer.
"One-sixth / have to pay him." said ST.
mon, with a groan, as he glanced at the five
little ones around his board Yes. miss,
he's villain; but this world is full of such,
ana | find it n 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 l intend
to write to him."
"Twont do no good, miss"
Yes it will'" said Marie quietly
The petals of the June roses had fallen
like a pink carpet along the edge Of the
woods, and the Dappleyae Works Wort
their holiday guiSe, even down to Simon
PettengtlIs newly frightened steam engine
for Mr.. Elder and his bride were TO vis
tue factory on their wedding tour.
at is pity Ma'mselle Marie went away
80 soon, for they say the master is kind.
hearted in the main, and she might have
spoke up for herself" said Simon to his as
sistant.
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 Ou
and assisted young lady in doye-colOred
travelling suit to alight.
May how are you?" he said. with the
carelessness of conscious superiority. Ma
RE. my love, this is my foreman"
mile Marie!'
Mr.. May found himself cringng before
the slight French girl whom he had turned
from the factory 4 month before.
u must beg to look at the books, May
said Elder, authOritatively. MY wife tells
me some very strange stories about the way
things are managed here. 1t became SO no.
torious that the rumors reached Ter even a
Bythesdale Springs, and she chose to come
and see for herself. Marie, my darling, the
best wedding gift we can make to these pool
girls is new foreman. May, you can con.
slider yourself dismissed"
But sir"
"Not another word" cried Mr. Elder. with
lowering brow. and Mr.. May crept out with
an uncomfortable consciousness of Marie's
scornfu blue eyes following him.
Elder turned to his wife.
you were right. my love. The man:
face is sufficient evidence against him." be
said.
And new reign began for poor Jennie
Bass and the others, as well as for Simon
Pettengill. And Marie never regretted he
weeks apprenticeship at the Dappleyal,
Calico Works.
Fatal Result of a Boys Mistake.
William p. Elet of PHILADELPHIA. who wa,
| wishing his father II M EIIat nan- u.