t he never did, or would. She knew that, too. Her very insolence
and audacity saved her.
"Someday," Ballou would warn her, "you'll get too gay, and then you'll
find yourself looking for a job."
"Go on--fire me," retorted Tessie, "and I'll meet you in Lancaster"--a
form of wit appreciated only by watchmakers. For there is a certain
type of watch hand who is as peripatetic as the old-time printer.
Restless, ne'er-do-well, spendthrift, he wanders from factory to
factory through the chain of watchmaking towns: Springfield, Trenton,
Waltham, Lancaster, Waterbury, Chippewa. Usually expert, always
unreliable, certainly fond of drink, Nap Ballou was typical of his
kind. The steady worker had a mingled admiration and contempt for him.
He, in turn, regarded the other as a stick-in-the-mud. Nap wore his
cap on one side of his curly head, and drank so evenly and steadily as
never to be quite drunk and never strictly sober. He had slender,
sensitive fingers like an artist's or a woman's, and he knew the parts
of that intricate mechanism known as a watch from the jewel to the
finishing room. It was said he had a wife or two. He was forty-six,
good-looking in a dissolute sort of way, possessing the charm of the
wanderer, generous with his money. It was known that Tessie's barbs
were permitted to prick him without retaliation because Tessie herself
appealed to his errant fancy.
When the other girls teased her about this obvious state of affairs,
something fine and contemptuous welled up in her. "Him! Why, say, he
ought to work in a pickle factory instead of a watchworks. All he
needs is a little dill and a handful of grape leaves to make him good
eatin' as a relish."
And she thought of Chuck Mory, perched on the high seat of the American
Express truck, hatless, sunburned, stockily muscular, clattering down
Winnebago Street on his way to the depot and the 7:50 train.
Something about the clear simplicity and uprightness of the firm little
figure appealed to Nap Ballou. He used to regard her curiously with a
long, hard gaze before which she would grow uncomfortable. "Think
you'll know me next time you see me?" But there was an uneasy feeling
beneath her flip exterior. Not that there was anything of the
beautiful, persecuted factory girl and villainous foreman about the
situation. Tessie worked at watchmaking because it was light,
pleasant, and well paid. She could have found another job for the
asking. Her mone
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