The Kennewick courier. [volume] (Kennewick, Wash.) 1905-1914, 1905-10-27

emoiseile 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 notv flashed out Annette Du-
velle
"Oh-well-all right. Because you
know, you amt obliged to stay unless
you choose"
do you mean," hesitated Annette,
that If l don't pay you this money"
"You can't expect to stay in the
works." said Mr.. Blake, hitching 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 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. 1 am
master at the Dappleyale Calico
Works"
"Mr. Elderslie owns it, believe"
well, yes, he owns 1t. But l man
age everything Mr. Elderslie reposes
the utmost confidence in my capacity,
ability d-and-responsibili Mr..
Elderslie is a good business man. He
now If you've any more questions to
ask"
II have none," said Annette, quietly
Butt want this money myself. l
work hard for 1t. 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 well. Just as you
like, mademoiselle," cried the foreman,
turning red in the face "Only II 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
OF the books" went on Mr.. Blake.
You are no longer In my employ.
Good-evening, Mademoiselle Whatever
you-may- call-yourself."
And Mr. Blake slammed down the
cover of his desk as If it were a patent
gujllotine and poor Annette Duvelle'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
awestricken faces at Annette as she
came out with the four dollars which
she had received from the cashier In
her hand.
you've lost your place, ma'mselle,'
whispered Jenny Purton, a pale, dark.
eyed little thing who supported a Grip
pied mother and two little sisters out
Of her mulcted earnings.
And he'll never let you in again, u
added Mary Rice. Hes as vindictive
as possitlew
1t matters not" said Annette. HE
is rogue. and rogues sometimes out
general themselves"
But you can't starve," sale Jenny
Look here, ma'amselle. come home
with me. It's a poor place, but we'll
make you welcome till-till you can
write to your friends.
Annette turned and impuldvely
| kissed Jenny On her lips.
II thank you," she said, but l dc
not need your kindness. My friends
are nearer than you think"
And Annette Duvelle went back tc
the little red brick cottage, all thatch
ed with the growth Of the woodbine
where she lodged with the wife of the
man who tended the engines In the
D1pplevale works.
docs he cheat you, too, Of yom
money!" she asked, when Simon Pet
tengill came home, smoke-stained an6
grimy, to eat his supper.
"One-sixth l have to pay him." sale
Simon, with an involuntary groan, Oh
he looked ct the five little ones arount
his board. Yes, miss, he's a villain
but the world = full Of such. And