Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1898-11-28

his watch chain. What is your bust
ness with me, my good woman'
My time is limited, please to remem-
Der.
lam the wife of James Fenton, the
loom fixer you ordered discharged
yesterday, she said.
All, yes, I remember now. He was
! insolent to the superintendent, / be-
lieve, in drawing, effected tone.
He was not insolent, sir-at least Il
did not intend to be insolent. Mr.
Phelps found fault with him for some
thing that was neglected by another
person.
Well, we'll! what do you want?
came to plead with you to take i'm
back. We have had bad luck, Mr..
Stanley, and have two sick children
at home and we must have work or
die.
won't hear word in reference to
taking him on again, said the factory
owner, quickly. Your husband is a
dangerous man, madam. He creates
discord between the manufacturers
and the employees. Mr.. Phelps was
acting under my orders when made
an issue with your husband, and / am
glad he's gone. There! not another
word. William, show this woman out.
I won't take her husband back.
Yes, sir, responded the turnkey.
And don't admit her again.
I'll be careful, sir. Now Mrs. Fen
ton you are keeping the door open.
Please go out.
Trouble will come of this, Mr.. Stan
ton, she said, quietly, as she walked
out toward the door. There's some
GYPSY blood in my veins, and we OF the
Romany race never forgive an injury.
You may hear from me again. don't
know when, but I'll remember your
kindness.
The door closed after her, and she
went home through the driving sleet
and entered her poor house. man,
who was crouching over a small fire,
rocking baby on his knees, looked
up quickly and saw no hope in her
face.
He is harder than stone, jamie, she
said, softly. God help us now, for
man is against US.
He quietly put the baby into her
arms, rose from his chair, and started
for the door, but returned and kissed
her passionately, twice.
You've been a good wife to me, Ia
da, he said, patient, tender and true.
DON'T, sit up for me tonight. I've !
to do and may be late.
He went out, never to enter that |
door alive, for next morning he was |
found in the river, into which he had
thrown himself. They buried him
kindly, and his shopmates followed /
him to the grave, and Mr.. Stanley
sent William to the house with pres
ant of money, but the widow flung it
n the face of the messenger
His money perish with him! she
cried. The man who murdered my |
DOOR husband shall never help care
or his wife and his unhappy children.
I'll die Of hunger first!
She did not go away at once, but
worked at plain sewing. Both the
sick children died and were buried,
md, as the poor funeral passed the
loor OF Mr.. Stanley's great house, the
wife and mother looked up
md saw him standing in the window,
md close beside him golden haired
10Y, three years old, his only son-for
Herbert Stanley had married late in
ife. The poor woman cast fierce
glance at the child.
One is taken, and another left. Yes,
res; I see my way nowl
Two days after the funeral she dis
ppeared and was not seen again, and
DON passed out of the memory of the
,eople. But three weeks later an APP
Ealing calamity fell upon Herbert
stanley. Little Edward, upon whom
o many hopes were set, disappeared
rom his nursery one night, The
Nurse had been drugged and the child
aiken away, and upon the coverlet Of
he little bed, pinned fast by long
'laded dagger, was a paper upon
which was written these words:
Vendetta! I will return the child
n Fifteen years. Wait for him.
The blow was fatal to the mother of
edward, and she died within a month.
Ill that wealth could do was done to
ind the child, but he seemed to have
disappeared as utterly as if buried in
he depths of the sea.
Herbert Stanley sold out his bust
,pCc and Snont three voors in travel