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TOMMY TAKES A HAND
And the Result Appeals to a
It was no secret at the factory
that Jim Bailey was in love with
Harriet Shields. Even red-headed,
inquisitive little Tommy O'Hara
had expressed the sage opinion
that "the foreman's dead gone on
little Bright Eyes."
Miss Shields' eyes truly were
bright, but not for Foreman Jim
Bailey. Such is the perversity of
fate. Any of the other fifty girls in
the factory would have given any
thing to get the attention that
Miss Shields received from the
handsom young man who had
risen so soon to a good position
and would some day be a member
of the firm.
One morning Harriet did not
appear for work. The affected
nonchalance of the foreman was
a decided histrionic failure. At
noon TommyNmet him and, with
the license of his years and good'
nature said: s
"Where's little Bright Eyes to
day?" "I don't know," said the fore
man. Tommy Noticed a trembly
note in his voice.
"Mebbe she's sick," he volun
teered. "Want me tgo an' see?"
The gratitude in Jim Barley's
eyes could not be hidden and the
dime which Tommy had counted
on was immediately forthcoming.
"The foreman sent me down to
see if you w.as sick" he said, when
the door had been opened by
Miss Shields herself. The answer
of that young woman was decid
edly cool, though the shrewd
Tommy took note of a blush that
mantled her fair cheek as he men
tioned Jim's name.
I On the way back, Tommy re
flected and communed with him
self. When he reachedthe fac
tory he sounded Jim Bailey.
"Say, little Bright Eyes don't
seemto cotton to you ver much,
does sne, Mr. tJaiieyr
"I'm afraid that's true, Tom
my," said the foreman. "I know
I'm not goovd enough for hen"
"Aw, forget it," said the irrev
erent Tommy who hated senti?
ment. "She likes you, all right.
"Do you think so, Tommy?"
asked the foreman. "You're a
good boy. I wish you were right."
When the whistle blew that
evening Tommy waited and
walked proudly home with the
foreman. At the latter's boarding
place he left him and, continuing
tjurned the first corner. Then his
demeanor underwent a sudden
change. He started off at a run
and soon arrived at the home of
Miss Shields. He rang the bell.
Mrs. Shields opened the door.
"I just stopped to tell you about
the accident at the factory," he '
blurted. "Jim Bailey's killed, I
guess. They took 'im up to his
He heard a little scream from v
within the house and saw a white
face through the doorway. Then
he ran off before any embarrass
ing questions could be asked.
Around the first corner he halted.