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THE MAID OF THE MILL
By Harold Carter
.(Copyright by W. G. Chapman.)
"Seems to me you young folks
jdon't think of nothing but pleas
ure," said Mrs. Adams querulous
ly, as she watched her daughter
Lizzie put on her new hat. "I
never had clothes like those vou
So Long as Her Mother Lived
She Must Go Back.
have bought since you've been in
"For the Lord's sake, mother,
don't you want me to go out at
all?" replied the other crossly.
"There, I'm sorry," she added, as
she stooped to kiss the invalid. "I
won't be gone long."
"Well, see that Si Winton
hrings you back safe," grumbled
the elder woman, watching her
daughter enviously as she passed
through the door and into the vil
But Lizzie Adams was not
thinking of Si Winton, whom her
mother had selected as her beau.
Si was not unwilling that he
should be the subject of parental
approbation, for the Adams fam
ily was the first in the county, and
it was a collateral branch, the
Winthrop Adamses, who owned
the big new cotton mill which
drew thousands of young people
from the mountain districts to
work there. Lizzie Adams, how
ever, was of the poorer branch.
Her small wage was all that sus
tained their family of two and
before that they had lived in the
utmost penury. Their tiny cot
tage was at the end of the village
street, and almost bare. Mrs.
Adams begrudged Lizzie the few
dollars she withheld for clothes.
Lizzie Adams was not going to
the village. Instead she made her
way toward the brand new brick
mansion of her cousin Herbert,
who had come from college the
week before to take charge of the
mill upon the occasion of his
father's sudden demise. They had
been sweethearts in the good old
days, before Winthrop Adams
had risen from a country store
keeper toa country magnate by a
shrewd investment. But doubt
less Herbert had long ago forgot
ten her. For she had not seen him
for four five years, it must be.
And her last memory of that
stolen kiss under the maples, and
her still more shameful acquies
cence in it, made her cheeks red
den as she walked.