Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1905-09-29

emoiselle to be sure" said Mr.. Blake,
in superior sort Of way. "Such places
don't grow on every bush. And folks
naturally expect to pay something for
the privilege"
Il did not!' flashed out Annette Du-
yelle.
"Oh-well-all right. Because you
know, you amt obliged to stay unless
you choose"
DO you mean," hesitated Annette,
that if don't pay you this money
You can't expect to stay in the
works." said Mr.. Blake, hitchtng up
his collar.
But the other two dollars"
"Oh," said Mr.. Blake, that's per-
centage the girls all pay"
But what is it for?'
well, it helps out my salary. Of
course, you know, the girls all expect
to pay something every week for keep
ing their situations in a place where
there's so many anxious to get in.'
And Mr.. Elderslie?'
"Oh, Mr.. Elderslie," repeated Blake.
He hasn't much to do with it. l am
master at the Dapplevale Calico
Works"
''Mr. Elderslie owns it, believes?
'Well, yes, he owns 1T. But | man
age everything. Mr.. Elderslie reposes
the utmost confidence in my capacity,
ability MISUNDERSTANDING. Mr..
Elderslie is a good business man. He
understands his own interest. And
now If you've any more questions to
ask"
Il have none," said Annette, quietly.
"But-I want this money myself. l
work hard for it. l earn it righteously.
How can l afford, and how can the
others among these poor laboring girls,
to pay it to your greed?'
"Eh?" calculated Mr.. Blake, jump
ing from his seat as If some insect had
stung him.
II will not pay it," calmly concluded
Mile. Annette.
Every well-very we'll. Just as you
like, mademoiselle," cried the foreman,
turning red in the face. "Only If you
won't conform to the rules Of the Dap
plevale works"
Are these the rules?' scornfully de-
manded Annette.
Pray consider your name crossed
off the books" went on Mr.. Blake
"You are no longer in my employ.
Good-evening, Mademoiselle Whatever
ACKNOWLEDGEMENT"
And Mr.. Blake slammed down the
cover of his desk as If it were patent
guillotine and poor Annette Duyelle's
neck were under it.
Two or three Of the factory girls,
who had lowered around the open door
TO hear the discussion, looked with
awe-stricken faces at Annette as she
came out with the four dollars which
she had received from the cashier In
her hand.
"You'ye lost your place, ma'mselle,'
whispered Jenny Purton, pale, DARK
eyed little thing who supported GRIP
pied mother and two little sisters out
of her mulcted earnings.
"And he'll never let you III again.
added Mary Rice. Hes as vind1cuVe
as possible!"
"It matters not" said Annette. He
is rogue, and rogues sometimes out
general themselves"
"Rut YOU can't starve," said Jenny.
ST ook here, ma'amselle. come home
with me. It's poor place. but Wen
make YOU welcome till-tin you can
write to your friends.
Annette turned and impuislvely
r;ssed Jenny on her lips.
..I thank you," she said, but Go
not need your kindness. My frienos
GRO nearer than you think.
And Annette Duvelle went back 60
the little red brick cottage, all tnatcn-
al with the growth Of the woodone'
where she lodged with the wife or the
man who tended the engines III the
Dapplevale works -,
"Does he cheat you, too, OF your
money ?" she asked, when simon Fet.
tengill came home, smoke-stalneo anu
primy. to eat his supper.
"One-sixth l have to pay nln' salu
S,mon with an involuntary groan' as
ha looked at the five little ones arounu
h;s hoar1. Yes, miss, he's villain,
Int the weld is full Of such ana