Freeland tribune. (Freeland, Pa.) 1888-1921, 1901-04-29
GOOD TOR EVIL.


| uay, giving up all his affairs to his
wite's management and when he shuf-
| fled off this mortal coil was not great
ly missed. And Mrs. Jarvis consoled
herself by opening a suit manu-
/ factory.
Here she sat upon this glorious Au-
gust afternoon in her own little pri
vate Office a pen behind her ear and
a pencil between her lips, adding up
a long column of figures-a tall
portly, finelooking dame, in rich black
silk, with costly jewels sparkling upon
her fingers and that comfortable look
upon the face which accommodating
wealth is sure to bestow.
Sixteen and six are Twenty-Five"
said Mrs. Jarvis, resting her pencil
at the foot OF the line. "Two-and
two to carry-eh? Who is there?"
An apologetic little knock had come
to the Office door--it was Mr.. Mad
stone Mrs. Jarvis cashier and fore.
man in general.
IT'S me, maam, said Mr.. Maidstone,
whose closeshorn hair stuck up all
over his head, like the bristles of a
backing brush. THAT Mrs. Pennant
is here with her bundles"
Mrs Jarvis glanced first at her
ledger and then at the calendar that
hung on the wall over the desk.
Six hours behind time" said she,
austerely. THE order went out at
o'clock this morning, minus the 12
suits She was finishing. Tell her to
leave her work and come here for no
more. Of course, shall not pay her,
and she may think herself fortunate
that she is not compelled to pay the
usual fine"
Il wish you'd sec her Yourself"
blurted ont Maidstone, scratching his
bristly head. She looks pale and
sick, and"
.Psbaw," interrupted Mrs Jarvis
rising from her seat with q rustline
of black sill, skirts ..yon haven't the
resolution of cbipml,nk Maidstone
and never had, 1ou'd LET all these
girls and women run over Won. if it
wasn't for mo"
And she swent throuph the narrow
door Of tbe office ont into the long
bare workroom. where the click of 90
sewing machines bu2zed on the sultrv
air and several haggard women waited
at the counter.
Oh said she, stopping short be-
fore the nearest one, Mrs Pennant,
you are six hours behind. The order
mas gone
Il am very sorry, ma'am,' hesitated
the pale woman, but my daughter
was lll-my little Jessic-and had
no one to care for her but myself.
sat up all night to finish the suits
| did. indeed-and'-"
All these details make no differ
ence to me-" Interrupted Mrs. Jarvis,
| with sharp. crispy voice. Business
IS business, and the very soul o. it is
! punctualtty. You may leave your
suits, but don't expect any more work
from here"
The poor Woman's wan face worked.
Mrs. Jarvis laltered she, you are
a woman, and mother, like myself.
If your child was ill
/ I'VE won't descend to comparisons,
if you please said Mrs. Jarvis, icily.
"GSod-day. | am much occupied at
, present"
"Yop snre,v don't r,ea, Nrre torvis
/ that Won are not goinp to nav me for
what 7 have dona9' cried tbe woman
'eVbv should 70" said Mrs Jarvis
"Your worI, has arrived too late IN on
in it's reqrlor order Won bovn yio-
lated tbe rrles and reouIotions of this
establishment and os nocesearv
/ consequence have forfeited vorr
nav. HopIlins, to the clerk take
these suits into the pacbing-room.
Mrs Pennant,s lin nuivarad bor
evas which had hoen fu,l Of an+rao+,,
now flashed Indignantly.
Mrs. Jarvis" said she, 81 know
very well that | am at your mercy,
but. all the same, this sort of thing
looks to lne like swindling."
81 cannot help it-rules are rules"
said the business woman, cold as
adamant.