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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, February 08, 1913, Image 18

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By H. M. Egbert.
(Copyright by W. G. Chapman.)
The woman stood at the door
of the cottage and peered out un
der her extended hand into the
darkness, flecked with specks of
light from the street lamps in the
mining village. The prospect so
far as it could be seen in the lisht
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-of the setting half moon, was a
dreary one. To the right the vil
lage extended, a full half mile of
shabby frame houses fringing a
shabby street. Out of this region
-came the faint shouts and oaths
pi the miners as they drank away
the contents of their Saturday
pay envelopes. To the left the
road wound over the flats and
marshes in the direction of the
factory, and across the river over
which stood the power house.
The factory never closed. There
the by-products of the coal pits
were transformed into aniline
dyes and drugs. And there her
husband, Edward Chambers,
worked as a night inspector.
She had been settled here for
nearly a year half the time since
her marriage. She had always
hated Hunstaple. But, harsh and
bleak as it was, there were harsh
er and bleaker pages in her life
from which she turned with re-"
lief, even to the view from the
neat little six-room cottage. And
Edward was getting good wages.
That reconciled her to remaining.
In a few months they would have
capital enough to go west, to the
broad and fertile prairies she
and her husband, and their six-months-old
It never ceased, that factory.
All through the night, as she lay,
thinking heavily of the past, and
waiting till the first streak of
light should warn her to rise and
prepare the supper which her
man took on his return at dawn,
she could hear the clank, clank of
the machinery. The noises had
been worse of late, because they
were repairing the superstructure
of the bridge which crossed the
dark and sluggish river. All
night the bridge was drawn,
while the workmen toiled on it:
but who passed that way at night
over the flats? If any belated
drunkard had attempted to take
that short cut homeward instead

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