The Penn's Grove record., 1894-09-28
FACTORY

CALLIKOON FACTORY
Whittier than alabaster, softer than
4 coverlet OF elder down. the first
snow Of the season had drifted down
over the rocky pastures and brown,
wooden fences OF Callikoon Farm.
Above the cluster of bloosoming hsh
geraniums in the window one could
Just see a ound, dimpled face look
Ing out toward the sunset.
Old Mrs. Carson. driving by on me-
way from mill, caught a glimpse oil
IL, and called Old Trumpet to
Whoa"
''Poor thing" said Mrs. Carson
II s'pose she is dreadfully Lonesome.
/ guess rll just stop and change the
time o. day with her."
Mrs. Hal Haddon herself answered
the knock, and though she put her
bravest face en- it, Widow Carson
could see that she had been crying.
"Folks gone, eh?" said the widow.
"Yes." said the young wife"
''S'pose yo'd have like to have gone,
too?' said Mrs. Carson.
Hal said we couldn't afford it,
answered Mrs. Haddon, 10 a low
| voice. He was obliged to go to take
good care OF the old folks; but l should
have been only a useless expense. OF
course" she added, with a sudden
upspringing OF the bitterness OF her
Utmost soul, 81 know l am only a
useless expense all the time. They
.old me so when they went away"
'trold you SOP"
Mrs. Carson looked over the top OF
her spectacles 10 amazemeut
'NOh, not in so many words" said
Mrs. Hal winking her eyes very hard
to get rid of a certain moisture on
the lashes. "They are too consider
ale and polite for that. But their
actions speak louder than words"
"Ain't Juliana Joyce comm to run
che shirt factory" inquired Mrs
carson.
Il suppose SO. There's another
trouble. l should like to have gone
into the shirt lacto y like the other
women around here, and earned a
little DO ket money for myself. But
Hal said it was too hard for me. !
know Halls mother wanted him to
mar y JulianL. Julian is so capable
and ell lent, she says, and then she
looks at me and signs like a blast
furnace"
"Juliana amt attractive" shrewd-
ly remarked the widow, ''but she's
proper smart and stir. in. faint
every one can manage a shirt factory
with a forty-horse water power and
c ,ght and twenty hands. Expect her
to. night don't you, MS. Hadden."
"Ies,' said Mrs. Hal, signing.
Mrs. Carson went her way, and just
then the ,ostmaste.'s little SIN ap-
peared with a letter, which proved to
be from her husband. A loving let
ter, but in which he stated the date
OF his return as very uncertain.
Mrs. Hal had hardly perGsed these
words when there came a loud knock
at the door. 1t was ,Juliana joyce,
wrapped in furs like an Esquimaux.
"Is it you?" cried Mrs Hal, swal,
lowing down her grief until a mo. g
convenient season. "Come in. Your
trunks"
II hain't got nome" interrupted
Miss Joyce. "Pve come to say /
amt coming"
"What." exclaimed Mrs Hal.
Cant" said Miss Juliana. ''MJ
sisters lost her wits up TO Smoky
Town. She's violent And my
brotner-in-law he's t~elegraphed to
say that unless l come right away he
and the children's lives won't be safe.
| could always manage Mirandy in
on one of her era y turns. I'm dread.
full sorry, but it can't be helped.
You'll have to shut up the factory
until Harry gets back. It's a pity,
too, with business just lookin' up.
and all them New York orders comm
In. If Harry'd the sense to marry a
more capable woman"
"lsn't that the clock striking fye?:"
said Mrs. Hal, quietly. 'lf you ex
pect to take the return train to
Smoky Town you will have no time
to spare"
i Miss Joyce chuckled as her sleigh
bells jingled down the road.
II give her a piece of my mind 70;
once in a way" thought she. "Whai
possessed Harry Haddun to marry a
wax doll like that l don't know"
Mrs. Haddon went back to tine fire
and candle, aud with one trim little
boot poised on the fender, re-read hel
husbands letter.e
Now is my opportunity" she sale
to herSe I. 1T is a great undertak.
ing; but surely / can do what Juliana
Joy e can. IN try, any way"
\ Il
A week afterward, Juliana joyce
shrilly hailed the tinware pedleI
who travelled from town to towr
along that remote locality, and who
had Nist come from Callikoon Center
"Hey, Dick Peppercorn!" said She
How do the shirt hands like tht
!.ctory shuttin' down Till Hal Had
ion gets bacE?"
'1 amt in no posi- ion to ledge"
answered the tinman, SEEM as 1t
Amt shet down"
mot shet dow" almost screamed
Juliana "Why, who's a runin' it?
II can't be Benhaded Jenkins
ause-"
"lts Mrs Hal Haddon," said Pep.
sercorn.
"iH out YOU'RE ~a.foolin' me
= "l'ma,T >'"' pspel truth ana