Bisbee daily review. [volume] (Bisbee, Ariz.) 1901-1971, 1908-11-29
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pauion. She was a fine, handsome virago. some
ten years older than the girl Nick had spoken
TO. She looking after the vanishing couple
with the expression Of she-deyil, which perhaps
was not 70 be wondered at. Then she turned
and met Nick's gaze.
'Wbo be thous' she said in rich, full voice.
and with fierce stare. AN what's that lass
to theeg'
Nicholas looked at her thoughtfully.
Since It cones to questions" he said, whats
that TO thee. Bella Csrden,'
Thou knows me-" said The woman euriously,
peering at him.
"sh knew thy husband. George Garden, when
he minder in Bickersteth's mill. So thou's
thy own now%
"Ay,' said the woman. with short laugh
George turned me of All was too fsncy-free
for him. They called me a bad lot-well, An
can fend for mysen. Back in t mills agen-an
like it better"
AN T. kidd"
wv George. Ah'm not one to be flashed wi
BARNS. All Ike a free hand
Thou hasn't answered my question yet" said
Nick, in the. voice that people usually obeyed in
spite of themselves. What's that man to
thee"
The woman laughed again doubtfuly.
''Nowt at all, she said, with shrug.
Thou can't marry him wi George alive
An Wouion I II An could. he was IeIA
Askriggs lsd-t lass thou wss crsckin' with
jOost now. All whistled him from her, an he
came like dog.'
Eur why?"
'Other folks goods are ay better worth havin'
than thy own; oh did it for t sport o seem
that soft wench ery.'
Nick's mouth hardened.
''She seems to hs' beaten thee this evenin','' he
said.
Toms ay veathercock. Twas ioost seem
thee with her that fetched finger to him. Din
tha' think" she said scOrnfully, that Z little
fule how'd her own asen me-"
''No, I don't said Nick under his breath
Shell moan get him." concluded the woman
laughing Wen have her snivelhn' over t
weavin frame all day long. All works next her.
Where do thou work." she asked glancing at the
rough tweeds.
AT Outhwaite's"
Happen wen meet sgen," said the woman,
with glance and a sidelong smile.
Happen We will" said Nick. And with that
he turned and departed.
Nicholas, as usual, meant what he said. After
a solitary supper at Marcobruno's-in Christian
attire-during which he thought good deal over
the evenings events, he sat up late over final
cigar at home, and smiled gently to himself.
The next morning. the manager of Outhwaite's
mlll-usually known as at ovid mill" since it
had been the first Of the series, was summoned
70 the private oihce OF the larger building Of
Foster, Cultivate & Co.
Morning, ,Iim!' said Nick What Mace in
the mill has Thomas Royd:'
"Jo,ner-minder in the long spinning-room,"
said the manager.
Good mani"
"Yes, quite"
Hump! Let's have look at Your list Of
hands"
Nick through it, and licked eight names
with pencil.
These probably know me by sisht-some
Of them certainly do. ! want them all shifted
out and put in this mill tomorrow"
Very good" said Jim Stanton. who never
showed surprise at anything his chief did
"Are there any others who are likely to reeog-
nize me:"
Il should say not many" said Stanton You
haven't been in our spinning rooms there for a
long while, and we've nearly all new hands since
the shift. But, of course, you're pretty well
known"
Il must take my chance Of that Jim, on Thurs.
day | go to No. csrding.room as overlcoker
under the name of Joseph Packard Shift your
present. man out and keep it quiet"
VERY good, SIR
Two days later Nichols, in rougher clothes
than he had worn In the e:.gine-roop1, with a
crimson scarf at his neck and his hair well oiled
plastered. down in 'qIif" over the fore
head, entered ct OVID MILL" and he looked re-
markedly unlike the spruce Nick Cultivate of
the head Of the Office or the country house
parties. Yet Leila Askrigg, as pretty as ever.
but rather wan and sad looking, recognized him
fairly quickly the stranger in the rough tveeds
and wideswake of three nights before, when he
entered the carding room Just before work
Thou" she said looking startled
"Ay, Ah'm t new overlooker, lass said Nick
with his most winning smile, "tc keep thee oop
to thy job"
Thou won't be hard on me, All know" said
a rich voice behind him, and turning he met a
seductive glance from Bella Garden, whose rather
coarse style Of charm seemed TO have fourished
since three days before.
may, not J." said Nick turning away; "but