The Opelousas courier., 1898-12-03
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Vendetta.

By c. D. Clark.

/ "A woman, with a. tattered shaw
wrapped3closely about her, and a face
blue and pinched, as if from cold anl
hunger, stood before the door of 6
stately mansion, Which was erected il
the midst f s~naaoious grMlnds in5 =t Ann
most afistparsatiI c street. Of .at h ;anlifae
turing thyla-wofnan who hsdz 66nct
been comely, but who was worn down
by care and sufferingsspalattdill only the
shadow of her ferzaeE..sssstsaNf.z b..
f. The portly ser1ana ltt ,.HN rs leps. held the
door partly open, ~. assIddeda his 70.
tund form froms yAass1 & s1bfast by
shrinking behind :s@szzkndaavorin
away. W as sAH hEffs 81;
"1t's no use, you.
Fl might give -yonr**nliipszssaaEgeez9to Mr..
Stanley, but he Wonllddnil'Hlas#ss you; he
has other things to, AHllIpi5foy his mind.
You'd better go awdy, may,am,, indeed."
Il must see him, NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS.,
in a voice renderea=#zsaHIIalrfy5SS1hssssap pain.
1T is life or death:I,Mi il
If you do not speakEfhaslhhIIIl1i 4 must
force my way in, iliptss=salpIiiilfae:ssdNEaisolgaA;..
"You are nreashAalbfatAITys Nk55I1ehdMs the
servant. "Now WlHaf#aaaac ,aW' you
get by seeing hH1e He WahI listen to
you for a moment l sss##azssa
The woman pussAaIsbyyghiaArin the
hall in a fierce way, ~a1aaAsnearly upset
him by doing 50. AS she stood in the
warm hall, brilliantly lighted, a gen.
tleman came out Of an inner
well-preserved, handsome man. of
forty sof upwards With d face which
showed at one pride Of station and
utter scorn+ of the low1y.a y so
what is this woman doing here.
William, and why does she not come
to the servants door?' he demanded.
4 could not keep her out, Mr.. Stan
lev She insists upon. seeing. yout. q.
Very We'll IIn4adam.''s said. Mr.. Fer
bert Stanley, thu factory owner, play
Ing with the handsome seals pendant
from his watch-chain, ."What is your
business: with me; my good woman?
Ny time is limited, please to remem-
ber." r.. W. ...t
RI am the wife of James Fenton,
the loom fixer YOU ordered discharged
yesterday" she said saH .E4An
"Ah, yes; I remember now. He was
~insolent to the Superintendent, 1 be-
lievey inf tnGlraW lng;aaaffeeted tsnea f.
"Hest HaA ssqt tlsolehb sir-atSS Ida IL
he. did not lafeha Ito be ihsoIehf. INF:
Phelps found fault with him for some
thing which was neglected by another
person." ... ...,..
Well, well! what do: you want2,, i
Il came to plead to you to. take him
back. We have had bad luck, Mr..
Stanley, and I have two sick children.
at home, and. we must. have. work or
@>c 800 .,.r.-@ !.
!, IT don't want to hear a word ,,,, in re-
ference to taking him on again." said
the factory owner, quickly. "Your
husband is a dangerous man, madam.
creates discord between the manu-
fae&,rers and the employees. Mr..
Phelps was acting under my orders
when I made~an issue with, your hus-
and Il ah glad be Id gone.
There! not another word. William,
show this woman out. 1 won't take
her husband back" 80
a"Yes, sir" responded the dunk:y.. ';'''
"Andi don't admit her again. II
/ sTll + be. careful, sir. Now, Mrs.
Fenton, you are = keeping the: door
open. Please go lout.ss .',s -; :...'
Trouble will come of this, Mr.. Stan.+I
lcy,I she said, quietly, as she walked
toward the door. There's some gypsy
blood IN my veins, and we of the Rom
my race. never forgive an injury. You
may hear from me again. / don't
Know when, but I'll remember your
The door closed after her; and shell
went home through the driving sleefl
and entered her poor house. "A mani
who was crouehing over a small fire.
rocking q baby on his knees, looked
Up, quickly, and saw no hope in her
lace,
is harder than stone, JAMIE
said, softly. God help us now,
man is against us.
He quietly put. the baby into .her.
arms, rose from his chair, and started
or the door, but returned and. kissed,
lef passlonafely, twice. y
you've been a good wife to ME,
zada," he said-"patient,s tender and
rue. Don't, sit up .fQr. me tonight.
I'VE Something to do. and INDY be
ate.,r
He went out, never. to enter that
loor| alive, for next morning he was
'oHnd in the river, into which he had
himself. They. buried him
and his shop1nates followed
to the grave; and Mr. Stanley sent
to the house with a present
money, but the widow flung it in
he face Of the messenger.
His money perish with him. she
,ried. The man who murdered my
soor husband shall never. help care
b. bis. wife and his unhappy children.
m die of hinger .fIst...
She did not 60 away at once, but
worked at plain sewing. Both the sick
,hildren sdieds. a~nd,snefs buried, aaid, I
. the poor funeral passed the door of
SANKEY'S great house, the AM
rushed wife and mother looked fup
md saw him standing ID Tic Window.s
It1aI close beside him II so!den-haifaus
" lhres years ola, bis ONLY son-Sor