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"Why, didn't you hear how he spoke up for her this mornin' when Ole Mother Sugg handed her the lemon about bein' late?" "But he got her fired." "G'wan!" "He did, I tell you. I heard him phonin' a newspaper. He made 'em wise about Winnie's bein' pinched, and then took the paper to the boss.
There is no difficulty in constructing regenerators of refractory bricks of sufficient capacity, however large the generators be; and a single apparatus might, if need be, convert one thousand tons of anthracite per day into more than five million cubic feet of gas. By WILLIAM SUGG, of London.
Sugg about the young man, and he answered her with the assurance that they had been inmates of the same prison, and that Martin was losing flesh rapidly from melancholy. "It's the doings of that devil, Dyke Darrel," cried Mrs. Scarlet, losing her temper at thought of her troubles. "I've kind o' thought, bein' as I was in Shecargy, I'd look up a boardin' place and stay a spell.
What were you doing on Riverside Drive?" "I walk that way every morning unless it is raining." Miss Sugg looked incredulous, but felt that she was traveling outside her own territory. "Anyhow," she said, "that's your affair, not mine, an' it's no excuse for bein' late." "Oh, come now," intervened a man's voice, "this young lady is not so far behind time as to cause such a row.
Her heart sank. Between Miss Sugg and Mr. Fowle she had already probably lost her situation! "Yep," said the man. "You're Winifred Bartlett, I guess. Anyhow, if there's another peach like you in the bunch I haven't seen her." She bit her lip and tears trembled in her eyes. Perhaps the gruff Cerberus behind the window sympathized with her.
"An' yit women folks seem like evm they think they kin. I hear Grannie Sugg, a-ridin' home fum church, 'llow ef Johnnie March bring air railroad 'ithin ten mile' o' her, he better leave his medjer 'ith the coffin man." "Tell her howdy for me, will you, Enos?" said John; and Enos said he would.
She dreaded the vixenish Miss Sugg less than the too complaisant manager. Somehow, she fancied that he would soon speak to her again; when, a few minutes later, he drew near, and she felt rather than saw that he was staring at her boldly, she flushed to the nape of her graceful neck. Yet he put a quite orthodox question. "Did I get your story right when you came in?" he said.
"I think you told Miss Sugg that the harbor police had picked up the motor-boat in that yacht case." "So I heard," said Winifred. She was in charge of a wire-stitching machine, and her deft fingers were busy. "Who told you?" The manager's tone grew a trifle less cordial. He was not accustomed to being held at arm's length by any young woman in the establishment whom he condescended to notice.
"I'm in charge here, an' what I say goes." He left her, however, and busied himself elsewhere. Apparently, he was even forgiving enough to call Miss Sugg out of the room and detain her all the rest of the morning. Winifred was promptly rallied by some of her companions.
The introduction of an important rival into the field in the shape of the electric light has now given a powerful impetus to the invention and introduction of effective gas-lamps, and amongst inventors of recent years no name is, perhaps, in this respect so well known as the name of Sugg.
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