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TAIX RIGHTS RESERVED.] A FACTORY LASS OR THE STRANGE STORY OF VIOLET BY MARION WARD. Author, of Love's Thorny Path. His Fair Lady," &-c. SYNOPSIS. ( TIOLRT MASON, a girl Jroiu Parley's Bnttor Factory, at 18 pt"opo.<eó t > '11 Satir Thome,ft toolfuaker tit X)ar}ay'8, whom she greatly dislikes; and who lias jusS aecuretl a. tine post in futothp-r )aetoi-f. When she refuse* 1 hilu. he threatens her th'1t he Will el-ways be- her eheiuy, and 'tatiuts her with 1 lie tuct that she knows nothing of, lIar parerf* ami must live with a misetrly'-ofti aii:tt. Violet is mucMSistr^ed; and when sfau'Unp ill- at the railway <<t&tioa I :is Jci¡¡IP' at,t[nded by a pl.-oaant gentleman, who Tai?ttkes A- ?,Arttj(-I. aud who ufterwa'r.b lingers in her nemo^ *S>he nrran^es w!PJ h> r girl chuiy to Z" t" nee Mis' f<h*.r^.1.-le >f a At' L. at -K-i^uuowu, II CHAPTER IV. I AND THEN YOU'LL BE A LADY. I Horry and his sister had their wits about them if Violet had not, and together they took their friend to the busy Hagley Road, wafted beside her till an omnibus for New Street came in sight,, when they stopped it. and the girl secured the one vacant seat. Even going the long way round she would be at least five minutes quicker in reaching Hinton Street than if she had walked "by the short cut. Brother and sister walked on side by side till ti?ey -came to a road leading to the hood district, from which, with many a twi:;t pd turn, they would eoinc right out into f ttmzr.er Lano. They did not talk much, for .xace was at all times a mv of few s, and bora's mind Was pretty busy 3 now with her friend. £ orry," she said at last, "Violet can B<^Y a cay at home by herself. Do you think rn u4cl let me bring1 her home, at any ra J\ill after the funeral? That is, if her oun die. ri-ht enough," caid Borace, and a shudder passed over him. efcrdng man though he was. "I saw the "whole thing, Gra. I only hope I'll never tlCe such a ac',?,in as long 3.; I liyo." uu,' '-d' d h.. t "Jfow d?d it hapn T, as e his-sister. Miss Mason was as careful a woman as ever 'liy-ed, net the sort to rush into danger." Horace shuddered. 'It was in New Street. I'd been to the station to see about tire trains for Sutton, and I'd just cohie out. Mies Mason was standing opposite, looking into a big jewel- ler's window. I thought it an odd thing for her to do, for she was such a miser that she grudged herself proper food, and she wasn't '• the sort to bay trinkets. A gentleman came out of the shop quickly—a real tiptop swell" you know, Nora. He looked at Miss Mason, and said something. I wasn't near enough to 3je&r what, but, seeing he waa such, a sweH &Bd she always looked nearly starving, he  anyhow, she may h,w. offered her money 0; anyhow s11e turned quickly ro?d, and, without l?'??19 ? bit before her, rushed across the road. The motor had just started, and it knocked her • dowti be fore she had got lyilf-way to the < otter side. There was hp one to blame but herself, poor woman she seemed half dazed, and walked, so to say, right iNto danger, an(l. tl)oiig-h the gentleman driving did his vtanost to pull up, it was of 110 use, he couldn't do it in the time. At first every, bacty thought Miss Mason had been killed outright, but directly the gentleman (Major" his name waa) spoke of taking her to a hospital^ she gaaped 'out, 4 Horn?, home!* and as a doctor who rame up said it would I 'make no difference, Major Munro and the chauffeur just lifted her into the motor and- -wtnxi-ed for Hinton Street. Dr. Cooke, our „ elub doctor, w. is there., and he told me Miss ,.Mip--on oouldn't, live much more" than an hour, and that she must be suffering .such agony "he only wondered fit her being •Conscious at all," Mfcanwhile "Violet had rep/chcd Ilinton Street flndran swiftly upstairs to the" attic floor. She pause, for breath as she gained., the tiny square land; ng, and then someone in a long black coat whom she took to be a doctor. came out from her aunt's room. Y ou 4re just in time," he said kindly, *4and Miss Mason wants to sec you alone. -Go to her at once; don't lose a. minute." Miss Mason lav on the bed, the quilt drawn up 'over fier, leaving only her gaunt face and thin, clawlike hands uncovered. Her eyes even now were growing diiu with the glaze of approaching death, but tlioy tliemselv -es on Violet with instant recognition. The gtrl bent over the bed, and put her warm human hand on that fast chill irig- one. "I came' the "moment I hecnti," sho said | gently.. "Aunt Hannah, I am so eorry." "Your sorrow will keep," said Ixeiuiah Mason, sharp tin4 abrupt eVGn ta the, hst, 4. List-cn, child, for I've no time to wasto. be twenty-one come Christaiws Eve, and—and then you'U be- -,t. lady." Violet told herself that her a.unt.'s nllud vas Y.'s.ndcrm'g, ?he remembered -hearing th t IioFlc often had fancies w ea •delirious. 1 ■ ?.A la?y," rpe-aed those trcmblhrg' lips. ?'I'd 1m ve liked to see you have yo?r rights, Yi, for your mother's sake. "Yoå tliink I ,30m mad," she went on re-' proachfully, "but .it's all true. You'll find tho papers and my little bit of jnenoy 1!1 all old poclrot-liook; I've hidden it away in the ■cupboard by the bed." There wa& some brandy-and-water in a- "wihe^-lase close at hand, and a. feather etandihg upright in a glass. As the dying -woman's voice failed, Violet took the feather and moistened her lips, and. either the few drops of stimulant revived Mirs Masfm, or else she made one supreme effort to go on speaking, for with the last Sicker of strength that comes so often just before the end she gasped: — "You've thought me hard, Violet,, but I did my best. I had to guard you from #, olIr nemv for your mother's .sake. Child, fiiere is a man -who would kill you with his O\VH ?land' if he had the chance. Beware of him alwtfys. 'Hi? name is". She iaiM th(u, her voice stopped • abruptly. With one; gasp for breath Hannah Mason"? spirit fled back to the God who aL, d Violet was left alone with ■ the- inunc of her enemy unspoken, and screl v perplexed as to whether she had'lis- tened to a solemn death-bed confidence and warning, or merely to the delirious ravings of a, woman whom pain had roblkq of her reason. Vioi-at never looked back cn th^ night without a thrill of pain and drRM ? She had. much to bear aud suffer, in the future, but no moment of her after years was ;o full of pain and desolation as the one in "wfiich first realised that her aunt was gone, ir:d in all the wide world sho stood ~al<3fie. People were very good to her, for the poor- have kindly hearts, and o p en them "wide to a lonely girl in sorrow. Mrs. Smith would .gladly have taken Violet back to her' own cheery hotit&, but the girl "begged and prayed, to be left where she was. ,$ira. Jones, the neighbour from down- I stairs, made another offer. Her boy had gone to OMham an & fortnight's job, and Ms room was empty Violet was welcome bJ deep in it till after the funeral, and if she" felt ecared to be alone at night one of her I girl chums might share it with her. And that was the plan decided on. The loom -tenanted by poor Hannah Mason was closed till the inquest, which would be on Monday, and Isora Smith' undertook., to come round every night to steep with violet, promising, .besides, to -spend -as • much of, ner spate tim<j with her as she t eould. I AB hour or two later a hush .had fallen on thfe attic aoor of 49. Hiuton Street, neighbours and doctor, had departed, and | ouiv two ?iris clung together in the living- i i?om, while Kora persuaded her friend to | partake of the' strong tea and bp ad and butter which she had fetched in on a tray jj from her mother's. When Nora went home to take back the tray and fetch a few things for tlie rtight, Violet summoned. all her courage, and decided to find out on?c for all whether her j aunt's last word's had been truth or deliri- ous wanderings. T^e door of the death- chHmber was locked, buc the key had 1.?en left in her charge, because, before the in- 1 quest openect, there would be the jury coming to sec the body. Violet simply had to force herself to go on I witSi her task or she would have abandoned it from sheer fear, and the task was to (ro ■; alone into her aunt's room and search the cupboard by the bed for the papers oi which she had been told. rr,you will find them in an old nocketbook with my money," Aunt Hannah said, and as Violet knew that the dead woman liad never spent half of her weekly earn- j ings, she felt sure that there must be money put by somewhere, even if the story of the papers was imagination. Violet had to go to her aunt's purse for the key of the cupboard, which was a small one built into the wall, the door being so carefully papered over that no ont, not in the secret would have suspected its exist-' ence. Even though Violet knew the cup- board was there she had never seen it open, and her hand trembled as -she turned the key, for she felt almost as though she v.;ere prying into the secrets of the At first the cupboard -appeared to fos absolutely emp'y, hut on pushing her hand inside and feeling carefully along the two shelves, Violet came at last upon a bundle of letters carefully tied together with an old bootlace, and an. insurance card with which she was perfectly MnMiar, since on it were noted week by week the modest premiums paid by Aunt, Hannah' in order to Secure twelve pounds to cover the expense of her funeral. But there wa-s no pocket-book; indeed, the cupboard contained wbsolUt-oly nothing' be- sides the packet of letters and the insurance card. Nora was away so long tha.t her friend had time not only "to get back to the sitting- room but to examine her find. The 'iiisuranee c-tirci would' be -asrfiil- in proving Aunt Hannah's claim to the twelve pounds, but the letters were of very little importance; intifd," the girl almost Won- dered that they had been preserved. They all bore an Australian 'stamp, and seemed to be alternately from James and Caroline Mason, the brother and ^sister-ih-law w.ho had gone to Australia nearly twenty years before, leaving their baby daughter a legacy to Aunt Hannah. These letters could not explain her aunt's strange words, and yet they, had a strange vatetKst for Violet, because they had been written by her own fatheT and mother. Again and again she had wondered that her r,areata had kept up no communication with Aunt Hannah, she had often asked ques- tions about them, but in reply Miss Mason always declared that, as her parents v/ero iicrei- likely to return to England; there was tlô, need for her to trouble her head about of boys and girls had been born to them since they, went to Australia, and with so many children on tho spot they could not be ex ped to vaste any t on the one they had left behind in England. And now it seemed that. Violet's parents had written to Aunt Hannah, though she had never been allowed to see their letters. Indeed, judging from the ntrmber -of enve- lopes tied together, the 'emigrants must have correspon ded with their sister at least twice a year. (To be Continued.)

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