The Montgomery advertiser., 1904-11-13

do anything in the world for you-every- thing except what felt was not right. And this proposed, strike is right. and the help look for me to lead them. It Is not for myself, but for them. Oh. Louise. don't you understand this. and that l love"
 He stopped suddenly. for she had shrunk back, her hands upraised protesting ly, her face startled.
 "PIease don't. Mir. Blaisdel.'' she gasped. Indeed would rather not hear And you must excuse me now, it's time l were in the nill.''
 He watched her with set face she hur- ried away; then he turned and walked to- ward the office. 20
 The superintendent passed out as he was entering, then turned.
 "Oh I say, Blaisdell," he called. disagree ably; q have just received letter from the mill agents. The reduction will go in to effect on the first, just as announced
 Then the help will leave work on the first, just they have warned the de- siEner answered calmly. There will scarcely be exception"
 That's all right" curtly. We are ai- ready advertising for more help at lower wages I fancy we will be able to bear the strain as well as you"
 When the mill shut down that evening 1t was raining hard. Blaiswell joined the hurrying line that was surging from the mill. bending his head to the storm like the others. At the post office he turned aside taking a package of letters from his pock- ct which he wished to mail. A young girl near him also turned. drawing some let ters from beneath her waterproof. He re cognized her a girl working beside Miss Esten in the weave shops.
 Shall I drop them in for you Elsie.' he asked.
 The girl gave him the letters with a smile and slipped back into the line. As he dropped them in Blaisdell noticed the address on the upper one. It in Miss Esten's handwriting, and was to the mill agents He thrust the other letters in quickly. with his eyes turned away What did it mean
 When she had first come among them so different from the other girls and so eager in her inquires about the cause of the dissatisfaction among the help. which was even then being felt. there had sprung up a rumor that Miss Esten was an emis- sary of the agents a paid spy, But the help had grown to know her better this suspicion died away. The remembrance of 1t flashed into Blaisdells mind. but was Instantly secuted away, indignantly. Miss Esten's sympathy plainly not with tho strikers. but she had not come as a paid spy.
  path as usual but Miss Esten did not ap- pear. On his way back to the office he stopped at the weae shop, and found that she had taken train for Elton that morn ing. Elton was the address of the mill agents.
 The last days of the month passed gloomly. The help went about their worK mechanically some dispiritedly. The overseers were for the most part cross and exacting. On the last afternoon Blaisdeli was fin the office arranging the papers with the expectation that his work would soon be finished. Presently he had occas- ion to go into the main room, and while there the office boy brought in the man and dumped it upon the table BIaisdelI stepped across and selected hs One letter was a well known hand. and he moved quickly to a window and opened 1t with trembling fingers. It read: "Dear Mir. Blaisdell: