Norwich bulletin., 1912-06-25
THE BULLETINS SHORT STORY
AFTERMATH ROMANCE

At length Blakely called and the old woman ar6se and hurried out to the platform of a small country sta tion.
 Her heart sank. There was a long, unpainted wooden building. which she afterWard learned was a cotton fac tory. She could hear the harsh cIack clack, clack-i-clack of the looms. Around the mill were several dozen small houses. all alike. and all with out shade trees or yards. She looked eagerly for a mansion, with piazzas and lawn. but there were only the un- painted factory tenements, with two or three buildings in the midst of them which might be stores or offices It seemed unutterably dreary and lonesome, and Mary Hutchinson turn ed longingly toward the train which was disappearing in the distance. Could there be a mistake?
 She drew a letter from her pocket and reread it perplexedly.
 Sister Mary-Sinee you have lost your money, I suppose you will have to come and live with me But 1t was a very foolish thing for you to indorse a note, even for your own nephew. I had refused him. and even turned him from my house.
 T do not think you will like it here, though the house is large and the vfl- lage pretty. You were always a great hand for young people, and we do not allow any on the grounds they make too much noise and dirt. Maybe we can find enough for you to do about the house to keep you from getting lonesome. Do not bring any cats or dogs or birds. Your sister,
 'ET TEA BETH "
 It was not a cordial letter, and Mary Hutchinson's lips trembled little as she returned it to her pocket. Besides her graceless nephew Elizabeth was the only relation left
 The station master was dragging her trunk across the platform
 Can you tell me where Mrs Hutch inson lives?" she asked.
 "Nom. nobody O that name in these parts. I know every fambly for ten miles round"
 Isn't this Blackler? ?'
 Nom" he replied, fits Blakely Blackler's forty miles further on"
 She drew a long breath. When is the next train?"
 Not till to-morrer.'
 "Is there a hotel near?'
 "Fact'ry boardin' house. but I guess it's pretty full. That's 1t down yon- der" pointing within is finger; the house with the blind swinging on one hinge. Be you lookin' for a job? hear they're needin two or three more weavers. That's the only job I know of, unless it's the night watchman. He's worked here ever since nobody knows when; but he's been sick now l for a month or so. l heerd this morn in that the woman who's been nuss- in Tom is goin off today. Mebbe ye | could git her job"
 The old woman nodded her thanks, sudden resolution flashing into her eyes. She was woman who made up | her mind quickly, often on impulse, l as now. She had never had a job in her life; but why not now? Her money was gone, and anything was | better than going to a home where | she would not be wanted. 1 She inquired her way to the house | of Tom, the night watchman. There | she found a middle aged woman who 1 greeted her anxiously But on learn | ing her errand, the woman's face | cleared.
 That's what I call a special provi- 1 dence." she exclaimed heartily. Have l you done any nussin'.' ] "A little, with my own people" Then it's all right, and I'm glad | You'll have a bit O trouble lookin arter things here. There's everything one wants to do with, an it's all spick