The Project Gutenberg EBook of Katie Robertson, by Margaret E. WinslowThis eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it,give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online atwww.gutenberg.orgTitle: Katie Robertson A Girls Story of Factory LifeAuthor: Margaret E. WinslowRelease Date: December 10, 2007 [EBook #23795]Language: English*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK KATIE ROBERTSON ***Produced by Roger Frank and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.netKATIE ROBERTSONA GIRLS STORY OF FACTORY LIFEBy MARGARET E. WINSLOWAuthor of "Miss Malcolm's Ten," "Three Years at Glenwood," etc.A. L. BURT COMPANY, PUBLISHERS NEW YORK————————————————————————————————————Copyright, 1885,By Congregational Sunday School and Publishing Society.————————————————————————————————————To the many boys and girls who are in early years earning an honorable support for themselves, or else assisting theirparents by working in factories; to the multitudes of young church members, who may be glad of some practically helpfulsuggestions in surmounting the difficulties and resisting the temptations incident to their new lives; to mill-owners, whofeel their solemn responsibility, as in the sight of God, for the intellectual and spiritual welfare of their operatives; andchiefly to the young Christian manufacturer who has been the model ...
The Project Gutenberg EBook of Katie Robertson, by Margaret E. Winslow
This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it,
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Title: Katie Robertson A Girls Story of Factory Life
Author: Margaret E. Winslow
Release Date: December 10, 2007 [EBook #23795]
Language: English
*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK KATIE ROBERTSON ***
Produced by Roger Frank and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net
KATIE ROBERTSON
A GIRLS STORY OF FACTORY LIFE
By MARGARET E. WINSLOW
Author of "Miss Malcolm's Ten," "Three Years at Glenwood," etc.
A. L. BURT COMPANY, PUBLISHERS NEW YORK
————————————————————————————————————
Copyright, 1885,
By Congregational Sunday School and Publishing Society.
————————————————————————————————————
To the many boys and girls who are in early years earning an honorable support for themselves, or else assisting their
parents by working in factories; to the multitudes of young church members, who may be glad of some practically helpful
suggestions in surmounting the difficulties and resisting the temptations incident to their new lives; to mill-owners, who
feel their solemn responsibility, as in the sight of God, for the intellectual and spiritual welfare of their operatives; and
chiefly to the young Christian manufacturer who has been the model from which the picture of "Mr. James" has been
copied,—this story, whose incidents are mostly true ones, is dedicated.
That the Holy Spirit may make use of it to inculcate in young hearts a sense of honorable independence, a conviction of
the dignity of faithfully performed work, and, above all, an earnest and irrevocable choice of God's blessed service and
an entire committal of their ways to him, is the sincere prayer of
THE AUTHOR.
SAUGERTIES, July 1, 1885.
————————————————————————————————————KATIE ROBERTSON.
CHAPTER I.
A NEW DEPARTURE.
"But, mother, it isn't as if I were going away from home, like the Lloyd girls; you might have a right to cry if that were the
case."
"I know, dear; it's all right, and I ought to be very thankful; but I'm a foolish woman. I can't bear to think of my little girl,
whom I have guarded so tenderly, going among all those girls and men, and fighting her way in life."
"I don't think I shall be much of a fighter," laughed Katie, looking at her diminutive hands; "and why is it any worse to go
among the boys and girls in the factory than among the boys and girls in school? You never minded that."
"That was different—you weren't doing it for money. O me! what would I have thought when I married your father if any one
had told me that his child, his girl child, would ever have to earn her bread!"
"Well, mother, I won't go," said the girl, her bright looks fading away, "if you don't want me to; but I don't know what Mr.
Sanderson will think, he tried so hard to get me into the mill, and it was such a favor from Mr. Mountjoy. You said you were
very thankful."
"So I was, so I am; but—but you don't understand, and perhaps it's better you should not. I'll try not to grumble."
This was promising more than Mrs. Robertson was able to perform perhaps, for she was a chronic and inveterate
grumbler. But she had some excuse in the present circumstances, for Katie was, as she said, her baby, and the "apple of
her eye." Married when quite young to the handsome and intelligent young village doctor, she certainly had not expected
ever to be placed in a position where her children, her girls at least, would need to earn their own bread. But in a few
short years the doctor died of a contagious disease he had taken from one of his patients, and as he had not yet begun
to accumulate anything, his young widow was left with her three children to struggle along as best she could. How she
had done it God and herself only knew. The little house was her own, the sole patrimony left by her own father. The horse
and buggy, the medical library and valuable professional instruments, medicines, etc., were sold at a fair valuation; and
the money thus secured, deposited in the bank, had served as a last resource whenever the barrel of meal failed or the
cruse of oil ran dry. For the rest, Mrs. Robertson was employed by her neighbors to help turn and put down carpets, cover
furniture, etc. etc., light jobs requiring judgment and skill rather than strength, for which her friends, who never placed her
in a menial capacity, gladly paid double the sum they would to any one else. She was also a capital nurse, and in this
position rendered herself very valuable in many households, and for such services she was even more generously
remunerated; so that somehow she managed to keep her head above water while her children were small, and feed,
clothe, and send them to school as they grew older.
Her children were, of course, the one source of consolation left to the poor widow, and many a long evening's work was
both shortened and lightened by golden dreams of their future prosperity and success.
When her eldest boy Eric was twelve, and when Alfred, the second child, was only ten, a friend made interest with Mr.
Sanderson, superintendent of the bookbindery, auxiliary to the Squantown Paper Mills, to give the two boys steady
employment, and since that time, four years ago, their earnings, small but certain, had greatly helped in the family
expenses. Both were noble, manly fellows, with, as yet, no bad habits. They brought their mother all that they earned, and
were quite content to pass their evenings with her and their little sister. Katie, who was now thirteen, had always attended
the public school in the village, of course helping her mother with the housework and sewing. She was a delicate little
creature, small for her years, but bright and intelligent, a general favorite with the village children as well as with her
Sunday-school teacher, Miss Etta Mountjoy, who was not so very many years older than herself.
Katie was a very lady-like looking girl, and did not seem fitted to do very hard work, nor to mix among rough people, but
she was an independent little thing who knew very well how poor her mother was and how hard both she and her brothers
had to work. She knew that her breakfasts, dinners, and suppers cost something, and that it took money to buy the good
shoes and neat, whole dresses in which her mother always kept her dressed, and she resolved in her own wise little
head to find some way of contributing to the family stock. It was some time before she saw her way clear to do this, but at
last she took counsel of a school-fellow whose sister worked in the folding-room