She had no difficulty in obtaining employment at the weaving shed where she had worked before her marriage; and right welcome did her fellow workers make her, and the look of sadness which for a time clouded her face, though it did not detract her from her beauty,--by degrees cleared off,--her eyes sparkled as before,--the bloom came back to her velvet cheeks and her lips curled again into the bewitching smile that suited them so well, and with her added years, were developed charms that she had not possessed before. Her swelling bust accentuated her tapering waist, and her beautifully rounded arms, her well shaped, small hands,--her graceful carriage, all combined to produce a perfect specimen of Yorkshire female lovliness. Where hundreds were employed, it was not to be expected she would lack admirers. She had many,--many more than she even imagined. Though almost faultless in face and figure, yet she was not without some faults. She knew she was beautiful, and she was vain. Much of her apparent artlessness was assumed. She was pleased to be admired, and felt gratified to see the effect of her glance, as she favoured one with a languishing look, and another with a haughty stare, or a wicked, sparkling, mischief loving gleam,--transient on her part but fatally permanent on susceptible hearts. In her own heart she had never felt love,--she had never sounded the depths of her own nature;--she was as yet a stranger to herself. Amongst others, who were ever ready at her beck and call were two young men,--both about her own age.--They are both dead now or this story would not have been written. We will simply speak of them as Dick and Jack. One was the overlooker under whom she worked, this was Dick, a prime favourite with the masters, and a clever, honest chap he was. Jack was known as "Th' oiler," his duty being to attend to the long lines of shafting and revolving pullies. Much of his work, especially the more dangerous part of it, had to be performed whilst the engine was stopped. Never were known two truer friends than Dick and Jack. After working hours they were seldom separated. They worked together in the little allotment garden which they jointly rented. Even the pig was a partnership concern. Although they were friendly with all they came in contact with, they never made any other special friendships. They were satisfied to be with each other and so confidential were they, that they each lived in the other's life. Nicknames were common at that day, and Dick was generally spoken of as "True Blue," because of his unswerving integrity. Jack had to be content with the less euphonious title "Th' oiler."