Year: 1879

CRY rat into malt. These hard work
ing souls have made the opulent pro.
prietor, who now can spare scarcely
an hour a day for business, as his tiIne
is entirely taken up by drives, clubs
public gatherings and other pleasures


In this den-yes, den that is the
right word. What better name for a
place where young girls are taught
that their time is almost worthless,
and learn the uselessness of honest
effort In this den Jacqueline Du-
bois laborcd.


She was a very earnest worker, and
wonderfully adept, consequently she
was one who received three dollars
each week. She was generous to a
fault, and frequently divided the scan
ty lunch she had provided with a fel-
low worker less fortunate than her
self. Thus she made friends, and thus
she made enemies, for the envious and
small-souled cannot call generosity
friend.


Some few girls there who dressed
much better than their position should
indicate, thus making their means OF
procuring their finery equivocal,
looked down upon her and sneeringly
remarked:


"That Jac. Dubois is terribly stuck
up for as homely a girl as she is."


But blessed is a plain, honest face
to a girl in such circumstances, as it
keeps her from temptations and mise
ries.


Jac. Bubois, as they called her, had
a larger soul and more intrepid spirit
than all the envious lot put together


1t was bright, sunslliny day in
May, almost the first bright day we
inexperienced. 1t cheered the hearts
of the girls and excited them with re-
newed efforts. JAG. Dubois had work
ed all the forenoon, but she was not
tired, she was happy. Her face spar
kled with vivacity and her mouth
wreathed itself in many smiles. She
had be9 singing as she worked, sing
ing snatches of Mission School melo-
dy, which harmonized strangely with
the whir of the machinery.


The reason she was SO happy was
because her mind was filled with the
image of a young and handsome man.
She had met George Dunham few
evenings before at a friends. He was
young carpenter, and a hard-work
ing man. They had since been walk
ing together, and he asked her if he
might linger near the factory after
working hours and walk with her
hOmeward.


It was two long miles from the fac
tory to Jac's home but the poor have
to live where the rent is cheap, and
many have greater distance than
this to walk after days work.


1t was the hour of noon. Jac. had
eaten her luncheon and made known
her determination of going down
the street to get a breath of fresh air.
Several girls offered to accompany her,
so that quite a number were in the
party that strolled down the sunny
street to a busy thoroughfare below.
As they neared the crossing, quite a
crowd met them, surging both ways.
A few of the girls stopped on the cor
ner to ogle party of mechanics, who
sat with tin pals between their blue
overalled legs, eating the cold bite,
which nature craved.


Three girls attempted to cross the
street. One of them was Jac. Dubois.
Coming toward them from the other
side was nurse and child, about four
years old. As the nYrse endeavors to
pull the little one Al rng it stumbles
and falls, the woman relaxes her hold
upon the little whitehand and springs
forward to avoid thYapproach of an
express wagon.


The child knows rot its danger, but
the bystanders see ii. The nurse and
several women sc,3am, but no one
tries to save it. he burly driver
tries in vain to check the restive
horses. Almost n,iraculOusly they
step over the little creature lying so
helplessly there witslout even AFRAID
ing the sskin. Bua see the lovely
little head with its clustering curls is
directly in the course Of the heavily
tired wheel. No one can grasp the
infant, and no one stirs. What M
instant, what terrible suspense, when
the by-standers expect to hear in an
instant the cracking bones of the
child's head.


Stay! One hand does strive to grasp
the infant and falls. What can she
do-a slight grill "What is Jac. Du-
bois doing'" springs into the brains
of her companions.


Readily the girl saw that nothing