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L JILL RIGHTS RESERVED.] A FACTORY LASS OR j | THE STRANGE STORY OF VIOLET ty t  BY  ? I MARION WARD. Author of Love's Thorny Path." H& F?if Author of Love.'ii Thorny Path:" 1- f-9m. Fo?w Lady,"?cc. CHAPTER IX. 1 I A. ."DEVOTED FATHEE." J i your -name? I v at a factory before? "Where do you come from?" These nddowns of other questions were hurled at Violet Mason on her first morning' at Preston's when, at'the Welcome sound of the "bull" proclaiming the release, for the dinner-hour, the girls and women rushed out f from the close confinement of the press-rooms' into the summer sunshine. I Violet answered as well as she .could, ,Uut [ the questioners thought her very uncomQiu- i riicative, and Clara Pratt, a young lady with | r a mop of flaxen hair and a vary elegant waist, who seemed to be a sort of lender among them, Tetorted that she <Jidn't believe | i word of her story, for no girl who had been five years at Dariey's would come to t Preston's. f j Why," declared this firebrand, "it's all 6nct hort-commons here. I really wonder they don't fine us for sneezing;" it's about the only thing we are to do without I paying a halfpenny." "Violet ate the hunch of bread and half Violet at.e the hunch of bread and Tialf saveloy she had brought with her in a corner of the yard. She waa ready to go bade to worka1. the" first sound of the "bull," but .she was con scions, of feeling more tired and inert than sire had. ever donev at Barley's. She had laboured the same number of hours at pre- oSfely *tte eanie Rort of work which she had been doing for the last five years, but she was tilled out. She had « dufl" h"Vy feeling about Iier eyes, her head~aciied badly, ar.d it -.seemed as though she had hardly strength to go on till- the hour of reioAse. Never in all hp* life had she been so glad as she was to get away from the stuffy -place where she had toiled. It. was a' relief even to be out in the open air, though the in- tense heat of the August sun still made the pavements scorching to her feet. Tired as she was, she did not go to sleep for a Ion! thne after she was in bed, she had so much to think of, and she could not tfainlf clearly in the noise and tntfeoil. that ,w-'én.t .oh at Preston's.' She puzzled her W&ins tp find an explanation of her not being able to find her aunt's old pocket- • The old maid had always been cautious and even suspicious; if she took it into her head that her papeps were not eafe in the little cupboard in the wall, she would have removed them at once. The more Violet .thought over things, the more she felt that Aunt Hannah had found sarao other hiding-place for the pocket-book just before her death, and in the agony and con- ftl!;ioa of her last momenta had totally for- gotten this, telling Violet to look for it in the place where it had been so long. The poor girl awoke tired and languid, Re., d and. with the same dull pain in her head, but shk" was up betimes, Mid passed through the gates of Preston's before the "bull" had even begun to soilnd. "Oh, yes," said Clara Pratt, spitefully, when she canie up with Violet, new b?!??s (.weep clean! You won't be so des- P4??ict-Ual when you've been here a j?Mh' or two my lady. Clara was m the same room as the new press girl, and. she scelned. to take a delight in worrying and hindering Violet by every means iu her power. was nqt heartless nor wilfully cruel, but she wa3 of an intensely, jealous nature, i and haying been the prettiest girl -at Pres- ton's her since she first -C-"yn4, there, a year before, shoe was not pleased at the advent "Of a rival like Violet for the rew Lyirl's lively face made her tremble for her place as' the belje of the factory. "Sava she was at Darley's, does sIter" isang out Clara Pratt that evening, just as the girls were hurrying out of the work- 7WPl, • "f 'don't believe a"' word about It She lor)ks like a lady., not a factory girl, ajjd who's to say rhe's not a lady. and just eome to Preston's to spy out what goes • Oil ?" .The companion to whom this sadly waa addressed hardly heeded it, for she was used to CL.ra Pratt's wild words, but the » eh }¡flpn-:xl to reach the ears of a man CiMcd Barly, the assistant overseer, .and a AI great favourite with, Joseph Preston, the inanager in chief. jfartj said nothing then, but the next inorning, as Clara Pratt was hurrying in. ;« the porter whose duty it was to mark thfe V hands as they tiled past him, Called out to her, "You are to go to Mr. Barty's room, Misa Pjrat" vB'eas mer," said Clara sharply, "is he going give me a present? I'm sure he. could buy me Quite a handsome one out of all the fines he s .taken off my screw lately." < She was. a bold, high-spirited girl, and not in the least frightened at the prospect of an encounter with Barty. Indeed, curi- osity was her strongest feeling when she prescMd herself in the room where he stood waiting for her. lT What's up P" demanded Clara. "I ain't done nothing that I know of." I heard you say something yesterday, and I want you to explain your worde. "What was it? I talk a lot, but I don't think I'm mysterious enough to want an answered saucily. Yon said yesterday that the new ■ band, Violet Mason, was not a factory girl at all, but a lady who had come here to spy out what is going on." Yes, I did say so," admitted Clara. I can't bear, the look of that girl, and I don't know that it's a crime to say what I think a bo-i her." It's no crime," replied Barty, "but look heW, Clara Pratt, what made you say it? You've got to tell me that, so 'don't beat about the bush any longer. What did you mean by your wordsr U "L call *it an ugly trick to cross-question me like this," returned Clara. I didn't mean you to hear what I said, so you oughtn't to bother me to explain." t "You've got to tell me what you nieaiit Why do yotl. say Violet Ms son was not at Darleyts, and what could she find out here if she came, to spy ever so ? A more nervous girl would have quaked with fClr at the man's bullying tone, but Clara Pratt was not in the least afraid, and would have told Barty what she thought of him with a very little provocation. "If I tell you the truth, you are not to fly out at me, because you have brought it "Right," said Party, what you tell me will not be used against you, so now lire away." Viol^ et Mason's not like the rest of us", said Clara sloWjy; "she speaks different .,uouiebow, and. ghoe; more of a. lady. Then y. • know girls who've been at Darley's, and v all praise it up and say none of the ««. hands are ever- dismissed except-for wilful bitd conduct. Mason doesn't look the sort to be • downright bad, so I thought maybe spe d never been to Darley's at all. Then J vy> .Heard there's a fresh inspector,' a geutle- 121:1 II wlios newto the post and's set hia Mir-la on improving the conditions of the hapds, Ll"d 6R. that. sort of thing. It' came J into ray head that, if he eould get a friend of his ova in here; he'd find out a sight more about the wa^ things go on at Preston's thaii by payiHg half-a-dozen visits to the factory, unless they were surprise ones." It was an audacious speech, Preston's being noted for tiyinff to evade the laws refy-oating, factories, and .to .hoodwink 1 H.M.I., which magic letters stood for His Majesty's Inspector." Barty had heard a I lit.jo about Mr. Chesney, the new inspector, too, had heard that iO was tr mab' or' "gdo&X family with a keen interest in hie work, and: a liking for philanthropy; added to which St- waa rumoured that Mr. Chesney "wrote for the papers," and Preston's had a very strong objection to any of their little ways and COBtoiqp getting into print. rIll not at all sure but what you've hit th? right 'nail on the head, Clara Pratt," said ?P. Barty deliberately. "Now look Sere, just you keep an eye on Mason, and if yvi find out anything that proves your suspicions, come Here and report to me. It will be ten shillings or so in your pocket if you hold your tongue and do as I tell you "All riht," said Clara, #jut whezlg the inspector ooming? u r expect hun, at the end of the week, but we shall have notice beforehand, I've a r ed for that." arraWngell, 1 hope you'll tell the tool-maker in our room it's your fault I'm late, Mr. Barty, or he11 knock a sight of fines off my eorew." v "I'll see to that," Barty promised. Clara's place was so near to Violet Mason's that she could watch her foe while fi&miiSgly. attending ozdv,-to-- -her- own, proas, But, though sbe kept a ;^fcrict !"thxt, day, she \W nothiHg worth rY )r-t- bg to Barty. The new hand worked steadily on; she looked very white and tired, but she did not idle for a eingie minute, and she got through quite as much work as anyone else in the room. When the week had dragged. on till Thurs- day, a great surprise awaited Violet Mason. On coming to "Work as usual, ehe found that' several girls had been, removed from her room, so that insteadof being painfully crowded tbdre pleiity Of space, the floor had been newly swept and washed over, the windows werepef1 to adnHt the fresh air, and instead of resembling the black hole of Calcutta, the place was light,, airy and not ovciMjrowded. Violet wondered if this etate of things was to continue, but dared not ask anyone, though the girls near her were not so reticent, and from their comments Violet soon learned the truth. Preston's 'had had a word of warning that the new inspector., Mr. Ches- ney, might "look in" that morning, and Preston's had duly prepared itself for the: honour (unwelcome though it was). The warning proved correct, for soon after eleven o'clock the door of {he roora where Violet and Clara Pratt were employed opened suddenly, and Mr. Joseph Preston himself appeared at the side of a tall young mah wjth dark, curly brown hair, !arge, thoughtful brown ?yes, and such a frank, kindly face that mogt 'of ;'the girls at '3*res- to!ltI thought him the pledsan test-looking "toff" they had ever seen. Violet Mason lifted her eyes for one moment, and thee i ?et them drooagain over her work, for she let them droop the inspector at 'çnce, having ¡ had recognised' eccn him twice before, and though till now she had never heard his name, she cottld not { be mistaken in his face. He was the stranger f who had found a chair-for her at Blackpool i Station when he mistook her for Miss Avenel, the man wliom Nora Smith had | pointed fiiit to her at Miss Lorrimer's wed < ding as CApt-ain Carlefcon's best man. S! kept her eyes bent over Tier work, and only ? Clara Pratt noticed the flood of pink which 5 dyed her face and throat, a blush" whicy, faded quickly, leaving her even paler than j before. r Mr. Chesney looked at everything in the room, inspected the presses and the girls, I asked several questions about ventilation, j the highest number of employees working there and so oft. Mr. Joseph assured him the rftorti .%as: fffi«r#ys "'ss e$cso»-:«nd: wejl-venti- ,Ja.t:: a UoW, aprd thai the-girls never, ex- ceeded the number theU present. J And—will i& be' tclicV-ed'?—oi> che of the ;113.n" cotitradiete-d- -him; even the toolr h a.n d s., held ?ia  gt?e? T  d. 'a??. ?r  t, ?t& t han.. any one jjlse, in thfe; room, apd knew the through and through, let the man -er' ctsatoment pass unchallenged. I "Did you ever see that chap before?" she asked Violet Mason, when the manager and inspector 'had left- Violet altered the form of question before she answered it. "ffhe inspector came round at Darley's every now and again, though we never knew beforehand; but be.was a much older man, with gity hair and whiskers." He' didziOt stay so long as this man either. He only jiist head in aod gave a Ioo I round." Sho., s-poke so simply and naturally that Clara Pratt began to think she had been f mistaken after all; cjnd that Vio:<t ii ad really been a hand at Durley's and left ior t some quite ordinary reason. t Another thing had tended to Gcvfteff i Clarae" feelings towards the new gii-1-: "Bill II Johnson, a young fellow whose she hoped to win, had been d?pp?d -to ad- j V?,n,.qf? M«sopbut tH? letter repVlsed I VtielapT of Us to pa? her aH*'?tIt'D? and -only the night before -she had walked j aild- OULT tlie night beforo ?Zhe 1-??aod librac with 'hL P!%iiies-b,di?lle?A girr, in tle ptess-rooro. rather-;than accept hi ,&l¡, accept Ili& don't %P-Iicve ?M,,ison Clarke S?a,! Verdict; "a?d ?pr aH she's so pKtfy, ?ho ? doesn't put herself forward or try tp lord it over any of us. I'm a" bit sorry that 'Barty* | heard me when J 3poke out my mind" the other day, for he'd sack her in a moment if ] he thought she was in with the inspector, | and then I should have taken her bzxad I away, so to 13hy." j So Clam. Pratt jeported to the assistant j overseer Jlat she had not discovered any- j thing to prove tha.t Violet Mason was not whfit )-;he had represented herself. "I watched her all the time the inspector was in our room. She never once looked at him, and ho didn't speak to her at all. I < found out something else that makes me tHnk Mason's straight. She said f¡he'cI. lived in Hi 11 ton Street ever since she could j remember, and that seems to ptove she" is | Really a working- girl, and not just a spy." j "If it's true," snapped Mr. Barty; b u t s he may' have been hoodwinking you. Just i Keep your evcs open, that's all. And Clara promispd that, she would. Violet Mason did not see so much of. hfr friend Nora. as ehe had hoped roo Mr&. Smith, without exactly forbidding tlie inter- course (Nora would have disobeyed1 her promptly had she attempted that), managed to make it very 'difficult for Nora. to find much -time to- devote to Violet. In o!d -times, though" Nortt never enterod Miss- Mason's I attic, Violet had been always welcome at the Smiths'" house; but now-this was closed ;to her, afnd so the girls, robbed of their walk to and from Darley's together, as well as their constant intercourse at the factory, had to depend on chance meetings in the streets. Their friendship was uncharged, and as warm as ever, but their opportunities for being together were but scanty, and by time' Violet had been three weeks at Preston's it seemed ages since she had had a ix-al long talk." with Nora. And then something happened which madf" Violet forget her poverty and loneliness, Sam Thorne's persecution and all it had cost her. A ■ letter • came to Hinton Street which set every nerve in her bodv throbbing with eagerness and filled her sad heart with glad- ness, for it seemed to pronfise that vt!ry soon phe would have a real home of her own and a father who loved her dearly. The letter- came on a Saturday mortnng, it was in an ordinary envelope and written in a. clear masculine hand, but its contents were such a surprise to Violet that at first she thought she must surely be dreaming. "Greenlands, Oakley, "Grange End. "Mr DARLING CHILD, I don't know how much Miss M&sop may have told you of your own history, but I urn vpur father, and, now that I rnn. back in 1 En Jfland.! my dearest wish is to claim my HtUe gU'1 and take her to live with me. More than twenty years ago I lost my wife -lom r mother-aiid as- r. was forced .tpy go, -to' India, where my relations had -pfio- i cured me a poet, I had to leave my. eaby girl bellind me. Hannah Mason had known my wife from childhood, and for her sake she* agreed to look after my motherless child. I gave Ije*: a hundred pounds, ajl the money I coulit" lay hold of, alidi promised to send more from Indja; • and she pledged Her word to tal-4, every care of you, ( M.isforlne pursued me in India, I 194 my post in -less than a year, and after tliait* I went through poverty and hardship of every., kind. It was only a few months ago that I got. on sufficiently to return' to England aild make a home for my daughter. X cannot come to Birqfngham, Violet, because the place is too fall of sad memories of '\srife, bet I have taken a' pleasant ho-use & few miles out, and I Want you to join rfre there, at once. Come po JÍ1e.: on -tift-d a,y afternoon, and I will tifell' you- alt the circimstanees wWch foisped me to fo«v« my child so long to a stranger's eare. I long to see yep. Viofet, so don't refuse me sight of ray only child, but come over early ^i& the aftemooni and let us "nd a few yhiours togetlser,- • even though yau: ma:f\ agree to shale-my You must take the train to Grange End. Oakley ? iBu hamlet a?ut two m?les from the station, and anyone will- tell vou the "way to st,?Ltilo"* and anyone -oili tell 370 u tile -WAY tb Locking forward to seeing you., my darling, "Year devoted father, I fI ALGÉIHffiN 'WINTBE." ■ It lu. d oome- at last, the chfi-nce she had longed for of hearing her own story, of end- ing someone of her own flesh and bloOKt! There was no question in Violet's- mind, no doubt at her heart; from the moment she read her father's letter she knew there couid be but one answer to it. She would go to Ureeniands that afternoon. What a happy, happy chance that it was Saturday, the day when she left the factory at one 1. There was no one to warn her that sbewne. lro;.lllg into danger, no one to whisper of the perils that awaited her, and so Violet Mason, in her best black dress, left New Street for Grange End by the two o'clock trajn, full of JOYous expectation! | (To be Continued.)

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