The Girl From Farris's .......................................................................................................................................1

Edgar Rice Burroughs ..............................................................................................................................1

Just what Mr. Doarty was doing in the alley back of Farris's at two of a chill spring morning would have

To a casual observer it might have appeared that Mr. Doarty was doing nothing more remarkable than leaning

against a telephone pole, which in itself might have been easily explained had Mr. Doarty not been so

palpably sober; but there are no casual observers in the South Side levee at two in the morningthose who

This was not the first of Mr. Doarty's nocturnal visits to the vicinage of Farris's. For almost a week he had

haunted the neighborhood between midnight and dawn, for Mr. Doarty had determined to "get" Mr. Farris.

From the open doors of a corner saloon came bursts of bacchanal revelrysnatches of ribald song; hoarse

laughter; the hysterical scream of a woman; but though this place, too, was Farris's and the closing hour long

Hadn't Lieutenant Barnut filed some ninety odd complaints against the saloonkeeperalderman of the

Eighteenth Ward for violation of this same ordinance, only to have them all pigeonholed in the city

prosecutor's office? Hadn't he appeared in person before the September Grand Jury, and hadn't the state

Attorney's office succeeded in bamboozling that August body into the belief that they had nothing

An anyhow, what was an aldermanic drag compared with that possessed by "Abe" Farris? No; Mr. Doarty,

had you questioned him, would have assured you that he had not been born so recently as yesterday; that he

was entirely dry behind the ears; and that if he "got" Mr. Farris at all he would get him good and plenty, for

had he not only a week before, learning that Mr. Doarty was no longer in the good graces of his commanding

officer, refused to acknowledge Mr. Doarty's right to certain little incidental emoluments upon which

In other wordsMr. Doarty's wordsAbe Farris had not come across. Not only had he failed in this very

necessary obligation, but he had added insult to injury by requesting Mr. Doarty to hie himself to the celestial

nadir; and he had made his remarks in a loud, coarse tone of voice in the presence of a pockmarked barkeep

who had it in for Mr. Doarty because of a certain sixty, weary, beerless days that the pockmarked one had

But the most malign spleen becomes less virulent with age, and so it was that Mr. Doarty found his

selfappointed task becoming irksome to a degree that threatened the stability of his Machiavellian resolve.

"T' 'ell with 'im," sighed Mr. Doarty, sadly, as he removed his weight from the supporting pole to turn

At the third step he turned to cast a parting, venomous glance at the back of Farris's; but he took no fourth

step toward the alley's mouth. Instead he dissolved, wraithlike, into the dense shadow between two barns, his

eyes never leaving the back of the building that he had watched so assiduously and fruitlessly for the past

In the back of Farris's is a rickety fire escapea mute, decaying witness to the lack of pull under which some

former landlord labored. Toward this was Mr. Doarty's gaze directed, for dimly discernible upon it was

It required but a moment for Mr. Doarty's trained eye to transmit to his eager brain all that he required to

know, for the moment at least, of the slowmoving shadow upon the shadowy ladderthe he darted across

A girl was descending the fire escape. How frightened she was she alone knew and that there must have been

something very dreadful to escape in the building above her was apparent from the risk she took at each step

She was clothed in a flowered kimono, over which she had drawn a black silk underskirt. Around her

shoulders was an old red shawl, and she was shod only in bedroom slippers. Scarcely a suitable attire for

street wear; but then people in the vicinity of TwentyFourth Street are not over particular about such

matters; especially those who elect to leave their bed and board at two of a morning by way of a back fire

At the first floor the ladder endeda common and embarrassing habit of fire escape ladders, which are as

likely as not to terminate twenty feet above a stone areaway, or a picket fencebut the stand pipe continued

on to the ground. A stand pipe, flat against a brick wall, is not an easy thing for a young lady in a flowered

kimono and little else to negotiate; but this was an unusual young lady, and great indeed must have been the

stress of circumstance which urged her on, for she came down the stand pipe with the ease of a cat, and at the

With a little gasp of bewilderment she attempted to dodge past him, but a huge paw of a hand reached out and

For answer Mr. Doarty pulled back the lapel of his coat disclosing a shiny piece of metal pinned on his

"Of course you ain't," agreed Mr. Doarty. "Don't I know that real ladies always climb down fire escapes at

"Depends," replied the plainclothes man. "What's the idea of this nocturnal getaway."

"I guess I might as well," she said. "You see I get a swell offer from the Beverly Club, and that fat

schonacker," she gave a vindictive nod of her head toward the back of Farris's resort, "he gets it tipped off to

Mr. Doarty grinned. This wasn't exactly the magnitude of the method he had hoped to "get" Mr. Farris; but it

was better than nothing. The present Grand Jury was even now tussling with the vice problem. Hours of its

valuable time were being taken up by reformers who knew all about the general conditions with which every

adult citizen is familiar; but the tangible cases, backed by the sort of evidence that convicts, were remarkable

Something seemed always to seal the mouths of the principal witnesses the moment they entered the Grand

Jury room; but here was a case where personal spite and desire for revenge might combine to make an

excellent witness against the most notorious dive keeper in the city. It was worth trying for.

"Sure you ain't," replied Mr. Doarty. "I'm only goin' to have you held as a witness against Farris. That'll get

you even with him, and give you a chance to get out and take that swell job at the Beverly Club."

"They wouldn't have me if I peached on Farris, and you know it. Why, I couldn't gt a job in a house in town if

"How would you like to be booked for manslaughter?" asked the plain clothes man.

"It ain't no kid," replied Mr. Doarty solemnly. "The police knows a lot about the guy that some one croaked

up in Farris's in March, but we been layin' low for a certain person as is suspected of passin' him the drops. It

gets tipped off to the inmates of Farris's, an' I bein' next, spots her as she is makin' her getaway. Are you

The young lady was hepmost assuredly who would not be hep to the very palpable threat contained in Mr.

"An'," continued Doarty, "when Farris finds you been tryin' to duck he won't do nothin' to help you."

The girl had known of many who had gone to the pen on slighter evidence than this. She knew that the police

had been searching for some one upon whom to fasten the murder of a well known business man who had not

been murdered at all, but who had had the lack of foresight to succumb to an attack of acute endocarditis in

The searching eyes of the plainclothes man had not failed to detect the little shudder of horror that had been

the visible reaction in the girl to the sudden recollections induced by mention of that unpleasant affair, and

while he had no reason whatever to suspect her or another of any criminal responsibility for the man's death,

Had she not been an inmate of the house at the time the thing occurred? And was it not just possible that an

excellent police case might be worked up about her later if the exigencies of the service demanded a brilliant

police *coup *to distract the public's attention from some more important case in which they had blundered?

For a moment the girl was silent. How badly he had frightened her with his threat Mr. Doarty had not the

faintest conception, nor, could he have guessed the pitiable beating of her heart, would he have been able to

conjecture the real cause of her alarm. That the policeman would assume criminal guilt in her should she

allow her perturbation to become too apparent she well knew, and so, for the moment of her silence, she

"It wouldn't get you anything," she said, "to follow that lay, for the report of the coroner's physician shows

that Mr.that the man died of heart disease. But, cutting out all this foolishness, I'll swear a complaint

against Farris if you want me toif you thing that it will get you anything. Though, and you can take it from

me who knows, it's more likely to get you a prairie beat out Brighton waythere's many a bull pullin' his

box tonight out in the wilderness who thought that he could put one over on Abe Farrisand Farris is still

As they talked they had been walking toward the street, and now Doarty crossed over to the corner with the

"What did it stand you to forget the guy's name? he asked, after they had stood in silence for a time awaiting

"The newspapers sure suffered an awful shock when they found the old bloke was one of the biggest

stockholders in two State Street department stores," continued Mr. Doarty reminiscently.

"They say his family routed the advertising manager of every paper in the city out of bed at one o'clock in the

morning, and that three morning papers had to pull out the story after they had gone to press with it, and stick

in a column obituary tellin' all about what he had done for his city and his fellow man, with a cut of his mug

in place of the front page cartoongee! But it must be great to have a drag like that."

A little crowd had gathered about the couple at the policebox, only mildly curious, for an arrest is no

uncommon thing in that section of town; and when they discovered that no one had been cut up, or shot up,

and that the prisoner was scandalously sober they ceased even to be mildly curious. By the time the wagon

At the station the girl signed a complaint against one Abe Farris, and was then locked up to insure her

Officer Doarty, warrant in hand, fairly burned the pavement back to Farris's. It had been many a month since

he had made an arrest which gave him as sincere personal pleasure as this one. He routed Farris out of bed

and hustled him into his clothes. This, he surmised, might be the sole satisfaction that he would derive, since

the municipal court judge before whom the preliminary hearing would come later in the morning might, in all

If the girl held out and proved a good witness there was a slight chance that Farris would be held to the Grand

Jury, in which event he would derive a certain amount of unpleasant notoriety at a time when public opinion

was aroused by the vice question, and the mayor in a most receptive mood for making political capital by

Farris grumbled and threatened, but off to the station he went without even an opportunity to telephone for a

bondsman. That he procured one an hour later was no fault of Mr. Doarty, who employed his most persuasive

English in an endeavor to convince the sergeant that Mr. Farris should be locked up forthwith, and given no

access to a telephone until daylight. But the sergeant had no particular grudge against Mr. Farris, while, on

the other hand, he was possessed of a large family to whom his monthly pay check was an item of

Thus it was that the defendant went free, while the injured one remained behind prison bars.

Farris's first act was to obtain permission to see the girl who had sworn to the complaint against him. As he

"Didn't you know that you'd get the worst of it if you went to buckin' me?" queried Farris.

"I didn't want to do it," replied the girl; " though that's not sayin' that some one hadn't ought to do it to you

"Why didn't you say so in the first place, then, and not go stirrin' up a lot of hell this way?" asked Farris in an

"Didn't I keep the bulls from guessin' that you was the only girl in the place that had any real reason for

wantin' to croak oldthe old guy?" continued Mr. Farris, ignoring the reverse English on the girl's last

A little shiver ran through the girl at mention of the tragedy that was still fresh in her memoryher own life

tragedy in which the death of the old man in the hallway at Farris's had been but a minor incident.

"The truththat you kept me there against my will by locking my clothes up where I couldn't get 'em," she

"I was only kiddinyou could 'a' had 'em any old time. Anyways, there wasn't no call for your doin' this."

"You got a funny way of kiddin'; but even at that, I didn't have any idea of peachin' on youhe made me,"

Farris turned away much relieved, and an hour later a colored man delivered a package at the station for

Maggie Lynch. It contained the girl's clothes, and an envelope in which were five germladen but perfectly

THE Rev. Theodore Pursen sat at breakfast. With his right hand he dallied with iced cantaloup. The season

was young for *cucumis melo*; but who would desire a lean shepherd for a fat flock? Certainly not the Rev.

Theodore Pursen. A slender, wellmanicured left hand supported an early edition of the "Monarch of the

Mornings," a sheet which quite made up in volume of sound and in color for any lack of similarity in other

On the table in his study were the two morning papers which the Rev. Pursen read and quoted in publicthe

Across from the divine sat his young assistant, who shared the far more than comfortable bachelor apartments

"This is, indeed, an ungrateful world," continued Mr. Pursen, scooping a delicious mouthful from the melon's

"Here is an interview with an assistant State attorney in which he mentions impractical reformers seeking free

advertising and cheap notoriety. In view of the talk I had with him yesterday I cannot but believe that he

"It is a sad commentary upon the moral perspective of the type of rising young men of today, which this

person so truly represents, that ulterior motives should be ascribed to every noble and unselfish act. To what,

"But was it not ever thus? Have not we of the cloth been ever martyrs to the cause of truth and

"Yet, on the other hand," continued Mr. Pursen, "there is an occasional note of encouragement that makes the

"Here is a quarter of a column devoted to an interview with me on the result of my investigation of conditions

in supposedly respectable residence districts. The article has been given much greater prominence than that

accorded to the misleading statements of the assistant State attorney. I am sure that thousands of people in

this great city are even this minute reading this noticeable headinglet us hope that it will bear fruit,

Mr. Pursen held up the newspaper toward his assistant, who read, in type half an inch high:

Mr. Pursen looked quickly at the young man, but discovering no sign of levity in his expression, handed the

paper across the table to him and resumed his attack upon the cantaloup. A moment later the telephonebell

Mr. Doarty came right to the point. He knew when to beat about the bush and when not to.

"You been tryin' to close up Farris's place for six months; but you ain't never been able to get the goods on

"The girl will be in court this morning to appear against Farris," he concluded. "You'd better get to her quick,

"And say," said Doarty, "you can give it out that you tipped me off to the whole thingI'd just as soon not

"My friend Mr. Doarty has started something which be is experiencing difficulty in terminating," guessed Mr.

At a quarter before ten the clergyman entered the courtroom. He had no difficulty in locating the girl he

sought, though the room was well filled with witnesses, friends, and relatives of the various prisoners who

"I come as a friend," continued Mr. Pursen. "I wish to help you. Tell me your story and we will see what can

There were three young men with the clergyman. They had met him, by appointment, at the entrance to the

"Representatives of the three largest papers," replied Mr. Pursen. "You will be quite famous by tomorrow

When Mr. Pursen had introduced himself a great hope had sprung momentarily into the girl's hearta

longing that three months at Farris's had all but stifled. Vain regrets seldom annoyed her now. She had

attained a degree of stoicism that three months earlier would have seemed impossible; but with contact with

one from that other world which circumstances had forbidden her ever again to hope to enterwith the

voicing of a kind wordwith the play of a smile that was neither carnal nor condescending came a sudden

welling of the desire she had thought quite deadthe desire to put behind her forever the life that she had

For an instant a little girl had looked into the eyes of the Rev. Mr. Pursen, prepared to do and be whatever

Mr. Pursen, out of the fulness of brotherly love, should counsel and guide her to do and be; but Mr. Pursen

saw only a woman of the town, and to such were his words addressed with an argument which he imagined

would appeal strongly to her kind. And it was a woman of the town who answered him with a hard laugh.

Mr. Pursen was surprised. He was pained. He had come to her as a friend in need. He had offered to help her,

"I had hoped that you might wish to lead a better life," he said, "and I came prepared to offer you every

assistance in securing a position where you might earn a respectable living. I can find a home for you until

such a position is forthcoming. Can you not see the horrors of the life you have chosen? Can you not realize

the awful depths of degradation to which you have come, and the still blacker abyss that yawns before you if

you continue along the downward path? Your beauty will fade quicklyits lifeblood sapped by the gnawing

canker of vice and shame, and then what will the world hold for you? Naught but a few horrible years of

"And the way to start a new and better life," replied the girl in a level voice, "is to advertise my shame upon

"You misunderstand me entirely," he said. "I abhor as much as any human being can the necessity which

compels so much publicity in these matters; but it is for the greatest good of the greatest numbers that I

laborthat all of us should labor. If the public does not know of the terrible conditions which prevail under

their very noses, how can we expect it to rouse itself and take action against these conditions?

"No great reform is ever accomplished except upon the clamorous demand of the people. The policein fact

all city officialsknow of these conditions; but they will do nothing until they are forced to do it. Only the

people who elect them and whose money pays them can force them. We must keep the horrors of the

underworld constantly before the voters and taxpayers until they rise and demand that the festering sore in

"What are my personal feelings, or yours, compared with the great good to the whole community that will

result from the successful fruition of the hopes of those of us who are fighting this great battle against the

devil and his minions? You should rather joyfully embrace this opportunity to cast off the bonds of hell, and

by enlisting with the legion of righteousness atone for all your sinful past by a selfsacrificing act in the

"My 'fellow man'!" She mimicked the preacher's oratorical style. "It was my fellow man who made me what I

am; it was my fellow man who has kept me so! it is my fellow man who wished me to blazon my degradation

As she spoke, the vernacular of the underworld with its coarse slang and vile English slipped from her speech

like a shabby disguise that has been discarded, and she spoke again as she had spoken in her other life, before

constant association with beasts and criminals had left their mark upon her speech as upon her mind and

morals; but as the first flush of indignation passed she slipped again into the now accustomed rut.

Mr. Pursen's dignity bad suffered a most severe shock. He glanced at the three young men. They were

grinning openly. He realized the humiliating stories they would write for their respective papers. Not at all the

kind of stories he had been picturing to himself, in which the Rev. Mr. Pursen would shine as a noble

Christian reformer laboring for the salvation of the sinner and the uplift of the community. They would make

A stinging rebuke was upon his lips. He would make this woman realize the great gulf that lay between the

Rev. Mr. Pursen and such as she. He would let her see the loathing with which a good man viewed her and

her kind; but as he opened his mouth to speak, his better judgment came to his rescue. The woman would

doubtless make a sceneher sort had a decided penchant for such thingsshe might even resort to physical

In either event the resultant newspaper stories would be decidedly worse than the most glaring exaggerations

which the three young men might concoct from the present unfortunate occurrence.

So the Rev. Mr. Pursen stifled his true emotions, and with a sorrowful shake of his head turned sadly from his

thankless task; and, indeed, why should a shepherd waste his valuable time upon a worthless sheep that

preferred to stay astray? It was evident that he had lost sight entirely of the greater good that would follow the

conviction of Farris, for he had not even mentioned the case to the girl or attempted to encourage her to make

Farris's case was called shortly after the clergyman left the courtroom. The man had an array of witnesses

present to swear that the girl had remained in his house of her own volitionthat she could have left when

she pleased; but the girl's story, coupled with the very evident fact that she was wholly indifferent as to the

It was what the resortkeeper had anticipated, and as he was again released on bail he lost no time in seeking

out the head of a certain great realestate firm and laying before him a brief outline of the terrible wrong that

was being contemplated against Mr. Farris, and, incidentally, against present realestate rental values in the

"You see," said Mr. Farris, "there ain't nothin' to this thing, anyway. It's just a case of the girl bein' sore on me

because I had fired her, so she cooks up this story and gets me pinched. It's a shame, and me giving her a

"It's too bad," and Mr. Farris heaved an oily sigh. "It's too damn bad when you think of what it'll mean to the

property owners down there. Why, if the grand jury votes a true bill against me it'll start them fake reformers

buzzin' around thick as flies in the whole district, and there won't be nothin' to it but a bunch of saloon

licenses taken away by the mayor, and a string of houses closed up; and then where'll you be?

"Why, the best you can do for years 'll be to rent them places to furriners at six and eight dollars a month, and

just look at the swell rents you're gettin' for 'em now. Yes, sir! Somethin's got to be done in the interests of

property values down there, for after we go you couldn't get decent people to live in the neighborhood if you

paid 'em, to say nothin' of gettin' rent from 'emwhy, they can't even use 'em for business purposes!

Customers wouldn't dare come into the neighborhood for fear some one would see them, and straight girls

"If I was you I'd get busy. See your principals this mornin', and get 'em to put it up straight to the State

attorney that it ain't in the interests of public morality to push this reform game no further. Why, look what

it'll doclose up the redlight district, an' you'll have them girls scattered all through the residence districts,

wherever they can rent a little flat; maybe right next door to you an' your family. And then look at what that'll

do to property everywhere. It won't be only the old levee values that 'll slump, but here and there through the

residence districts North, South, and West them girls 'll get in and put whole blocks on the blink.

"Well, I guess you know as much about it as I do, anyway; so I'll blow along. I got to see my alderman, and if

I had the front that you and your principals can put up I'd see "and here Mr. Farris leaned forward and

whispered a name into the realestate agent's ear. "He can put the kibosh on this whole reform game if he

wants to; and take it from me, there ain't nobody that can't be made to want to do anything on earth if you can

find the way to get 'em where they live," and Mr. Farris slapped his righthand trouserpocket until the coins

Mr. Farris, rising, laughed. "Oh splash," he said, and started for the door. "Well, do what you can at your end,

and I'll work from the bottom up: and say, don't forget that if you sugarcoat it, the best of 'em will grab for

Then he went and had a talk with his alderman, who, in turn, saw some one else, who saw some one else,

who saw another party; and the realestate agent saw several of his principals, and at luncheon he talked with

many of his colleagues, who hastened forthwith to confer with the big men whose property they handled.

In a day or two there began to filter into the State attorney's office by mail, by phone, and by personal call a

continuous stream of requests that he move with extreme caution in the fight against vice which the reformers

The arguments all were similar. They harped upon the danger of scattering the vicious element throughout the

citythey were pleas for the safety of the wives and daughters of the petitioners.

"Abolish the red light district," said one, "and the criminals and degenerates of the underworld will hunt our

wives and daughters as the wolves of the North woods hunt their preythere will be no safety for them upon

the streets nor within their own homes. Banish the women of the levee, and a state of anarchy and rapine will

follow. For the sake of the good women of the city I pray that you will stand firm against the fallacious

No one mentioned property valuesthe pill had been properly coated. The State attorney smiled. Mentally

he had been roughly estimating the political influence of each petitioner. When an editorial appeared in one

of the leading dailies under the caption, "Go Slow, Mr. State Attorney," in which all these arguments were

rehashed and the suggestion made that another commission be appointed to investigate and recommend a

solution of the vice problem, he laughed aloud, for did he not know that the uncles and aunts and

sistersinlaw of that great paper owned nearly a third of the real estate in the segregated district?

But the State attorney knew that no man knew what would be the result of the adoption of the drastic

suggestions of the reformers, so it was an easy matter for him to justify himself to himself when he waged his

bitter war of words against vice, and gave private instructions to his assistants in the safety and seclusion of

his own officeinstructions that did not always exactly harmonize with the noble sentiments enunciated in

the typewritten "statements" passed out impartially to the representatives of the press for publication.

The State attorney was far from being a corrupt man; but the vice problem had been the plaything of

reformers and politicians for years; it was as old as the sexes; it never had been solved, and the chances were

that it never would be. If he had spoken his mind he would probably have admitted that he was afraid of it,

But the State attorney was in no position to speak his true mind on many subjectshe hoped, some day, to

And so it was that he called an assistant to his office and poured words of wisdom into his attentive ear.

"Oh, just about as usual. A couple of bank presidents, some retired capitalists, several department managers,

and one farmer. They're new now, but by the time that case reaches us they'll be tired of the grind and ready

Thus spake the young assistant State attorney of the ancient and honorable grand jury.

TWO weeks had elapsed since Mr. Farris had been held for the grand jury. He had been at liberty on bail.

The girl, against whom there had been no charge, had been held, virtually a prisoner, in a home for erring

The grand jury was returning after lunch for the afternoon session. Something they had done the previous day

had aroused the assistant State attorney's ire, so that he had felt justified in punishing their foolish temerity

A little group had gathered in the front of the juryroom. They were discussing the cases passed, and

speculating upon those to come. One and all were wearied with the monotony of the duty the State had

"And the worst of it is," said one of the younger members of the panel, "it's all so utterly futile. When I was

summoned as a grand juror I had a kind of feeling that the State had placed a great responsibility upon my

shoulders, that she had honored me above other men, and placed me in a position where I might help to

"Quite. I hear only one side of a great string of sordid, revolting stories, and I hear nothing more than the

assistant State attorney wishes me to hear. There are momentous questions stirring the people of the city, but

when we suggest that we should investigate the conditions underlying them we are told that we are not an

investigating bodythat those questions are none of our business unless they are brought to our attention

through the regular channel of the State attorney's office. We are told that the judge who charged us to

investigate these very conditions had never charged a grand jury before, and while doubtless he meant well

"I understand," said another juror, "that we will get our chance at the vice problem today 'through the

"And what will we do?" asked the young man. " We'll listen to answers to such questions as the assistant

State attorney sees fit to ask, and if we start asking embarrassing questions he'll have the sergeantatarms

hustle the witness out of the juryroom. Then we'll hem and haw, and end up by doing whatever the assistant

"You are quite right, sir," spoke up a retired capitalist. "In theory the grand jury system is the bulwark of our

libertyit was, in fact, when it was instituted in the twelfth or thirteenth century, at a time when there were

several hundred crimes punishable by death; but now that there are only two, murder and treason; it is a

"The court that is competent to hold men to the grand jury is much more competent to indict them than is the

grand jury itself. In fact, in cases where the punishment is less than death the court that now entertains the

preliminary hearing might, to much better advantage to both the accused and public, pass sentence at once. It

hears both sides, but all that it can do is discharge the prisoner or hold him for the grand jury. After this there

is the expense of holding the prisoner in jail until his case comes to us, and then all the expensive

paraphernalia of a grand jury is required to thresh over only one side of what has already been thoroughly

heard before a trained and competent jurist. If we vote a true bill a third expensive trial is necessitated."

"Personally," said Ogden Secor, the foreman of the jury, "the whole thing strikes me as a farce. The grand

jury, while not quite the tool of the State attorney's office, is considered by them a more or less harmless

impediment to the transaction of the business of their officea burden to be borne, but lightened in the most

"I, as foreman, am a dummy; the secretary is a dummy; the sergeantatarms is a dummy. We look to the

assistant State attorney for direction in our every move. We come from businesses in which we have never, in

all probability, come in contact with criminal law, and we are expected to grasp the machinery of our new

"Were it purely a matter of justice to be dispensed, I have no doubt but that we might do quite as well as any

court; but we are up against a very different thing from justiceat every hand we are trammeled by law."

"Sorry to have been late, gentlemen," he said. "Call the next case, Mr. Sergeantatarms," and the routine of

the juryroom commenced half an hour after the appointed time, although a quorum of the grand jury had

The last case of the afternoon call was that against Abe Farris. There were only two witnessesOfficer

Doarty and the girl, Maggie Lynch. Doarty had suffered a remarkable change of heart since the evening he

stood in the alley back of Farris's. He was chastened in spirit. His recollection of the affair was vague. After

the assistant State attorney had ceased questioning him several of the jurors asked additional information.

Mr. Doarty looked about and grinned sheepishly. He would not have been at a loss for a word to describe her

had a fellow policeman asked him this question, but this august body of dignified business men seemed to

"Oh," he said finally, "she's just like the rest of 'em down thereshe's on the town."

"In your opinion, officer," asked the assistant State attorney, "have you any case against Farris? Could we get

"No, I don't think you could," answered the policeman. It was the question he had been awaiting.

"That's all, officer," said the assistant State attorney. "Just a moment, Mr. Sergeantatarms, before you call

"A moment, please, officer; I want to ask another question before you go," spoke up one of the jurymen.

The assistant State attorney sighed and looked bored. He had found this the most effective means of silencing

"If you had enough evidence three weeks ago to warrant the arrest of Farris, why haven't you got enough now

Doarty looked uncomfortable. He fingered his cap, and turned an appealing look toward the assistant State

"You see, Mr.aSmith, pardon me for interrupting," he said, "the girl swore out a warrant, and it was

"But," insisted Mr. Smith, "it was quite apparent from the newspaper account at the time that the girl was an

In the mean time, Doarty, only too anxious to do so, had left the grand juryroom. The sergeantatarms

stood with his hand upon the knob of the door looking questioningly at the assistant State attorney.

"You do not care to question any other witnesses, do you?" asked that young gentleman of the jury.

"Only the girl," replied the assistant State attorney; "but you can see from the officer's testimony that it is

scarcely worth our while to hear from the girl. You might as well take a vote, Mr. Foreman," he concluded,

"All those in favor of a true bill raise their right hands," commanded Mr. Secor.

The assistant State attorney scowled and sighed, then settled back in his chair in martyrlike resignation. Mr.

"It seems to me, Mr. Foreman," said Mr. Smith, "that until we have heard all the witnesses we are in no

position to vote intelligently. I, for one, am in favor of calling in the girl."

The sergeantatarms was surprised to receive a command from the foreman of the jury, but the assistant

"Next witness!" he called, and the grand jury clerk, whose office is just outside the grand juryroom,

beckoned to a girl who sat in a chair in the far corner shielding her face with her arm from the glaring eyes of

two press cameras. As she rose two flashlights exploded simultaneously. Then she hurried across the room

Ogden Secor had had not the faintest curiosity regarding her. From earliest boyhood he had learned to

shudder at the very thought of the hideous, painted creatures who plied their sickening vocation in a part of

the town to which neither business, accident, nor inclination, had ever led him. For a citybred man whose

boyhood had been surrounded with every luxury and whose spending allowance had been practically

unlimited, he was remarkably clean. His high ideals were still unsullied, and though a man's man mentally

It was with difficulty that he raised his eyes to the girl's face as he administered the oath, and it was with a

distinct shock of surprised incredulity that he saw that she was neither painted nor hideous. Her brown eyes

fell the moment that they met histhere was no slightest sign of boldness in them, and when she turned to

face the jury as the assistant State attorney began questioning her her attitude was merely of quiet

The young foreman could not reconcile the refinement of her appearance and the wellmodulated voice with

his preconceived ideas concerning her kind. He had been prepared for a sort of coarse, animal beauty,

perhaps, and he had fully expected gaudy apparel and quantities of cheap jewelry; but instead he saw a

demure, quietly dressed girl who might have stepped fresh from a convent. It was appalling to think that she

As she answered the often brutal questions of the assistant State attorney Ogden Secor watched her profile.

He saw that the girl was actually suffering under the ordeal; and he had thought that she would welcome the

And he saw, too, as he studied her face, that she was not merely ordinarily goodlookinghers was a face

that would have been commented upon anywhere as exceptionally beautiful. He could not believe that the girl

The assistant State attorney had finished questioning her. He had brought out only the simple story she had

told Doarty the night he had discovered her upon the fireescape. It had not been a part of his plan to bring

"How did you happen to be at Farris's place at all?" he asked. " Did you go there of your own volition?"

"There are many good men who would help you," said Mr. Smith. She shrugged, and for the first time Secor

"THAT is all," said the assistant State attorney with a wave toward the door. The girl stepped down from the

witnessstand. As she passed him a sudden impulse prompted Ogden Secor to stop her. He could not have

explained why he did so, but before he realized it he had asked the girl to wait in the witnessroom without

A great and sudden pity for her had welled within him at her last words: *"There are no good men."* To have

spoken to such a woman as she would have seemed an utter impossibility to Ogden Secor a brief halfhour

before, and now he had asked her to wait for him, and in his mind was a determination to help herto save

Immediately after he had spoken the words he regretted them. It was as though he had bound himself to

personal contact with a leper. He paled a little at the thought of the ordeal which faced him; but he would go

through with it, as to that he was determined, and if he could help the girl to a better life he would do so. Had

he guessed the interpretation the girl put upon his request to speak with her outside the juryroom he would

The jurors were discussing the wisdom of voting a true bill. All seemed to harbor not the slightest doubt that

the girl had been held against her will in Farris's place. Had the vote been taken without discussion a true bill

would have been the unanimous result; but with the discussion came the inevitable recourse to the superior

"It is up to you, gentlemen," he said, when one of the jurymen asked his opinion. "I do not wish to influence

you in any way. I am merely here to help you; but inasmuch as you ask, I might say, for your information,

that this case is identical with many others we have handled during this session of the grand jury. The police

"If we vote a true bill the taxpayers will be compelled to pay for an expensive trial, at the end of which the

defendant will be discharged, and that will be the end of it; while should we vote a nobill the case may again

be brought before the grand jury should the police at any time in the future unearth further evidence.

"Remember, gentlemen, if you vote a true bill now, this case can never again come before the grand jury, and

in my humble opinion you will be virtually playing into Farris's hands and insuring him immunity. It is up to

The foreman took the vote. A majority favored no bill, and that was the end of that particular case of the

People *vs.* Abe Farris. Property interests throughout the city had been protected and realestate values

It was the last case on call for that day, and as the jurors hurried out to attend to their neglected businesses

Ogden Secor found himself tarrying at his desk in the hope that there might be none present to witness his

interview with the girl from Farris's. There was also a growing hope that the girl herself would tire of waiting

The others had gone before he emerged, and it was with a feeling of relief that he realized that this was true,

for as he passed through the doorway he saw the trim figure of a young girl sitting in the far corner of the

outer room. Her eyes were on the doorway leading to the grand jury room, and as Secor came out she rose

He came directly toward her, and as his eyes rested upon her face he ceased to regret that he had asked her to

wait. Surely there could be no intentional evil in the owner of such a face. He was confident that it would be

an easy matter to guide her into a decent life. As he reached her he found that it was to be rather an

embarrassing conversation to open. For a moment he hesitated. It was the girl who first spoke.

"What do you wish of me?" she asked, although she was quite sure that she knew precisely what he wished.

While she had waited for him she had quite fully determined her course of action. She was convinced that the

"swell job at the Beverly Club " would not be for her, even though the grand jury failed to indict Farris.

A thousand times during the past bitter months she had thrashed out the problem of her life; a thousand times

she had determined to seek other employment when she could leave Farris's; and a thousand times she had

realized that her life was already ruined past redemption, and that never again could she live among decent

people with the constant fear hanging over her that the horrible secret of her past might at any moment be

discovered. Better, far better, she thought, to continue in that life until death released her.

But here, she felt, was to be an easier way for a few years at least. Sooner or later this man would tire of her,

but in the mean time she would have a good livingit would be much better than either Farris's or the

Beverly Club. Possibly she could save enough money to insure the balance of her life against want. She had

heard of women like herself who had done this very thing. And so she waited now for the proposal which she

She knew nothing about this young mannot even his namenor did she care more about him than to

know that he had ample funds with which to defray the cost of an expensive plaything.

"Miss Lynch," said Ogden Secor, "I find the things I wanted to say to you most difficult to say. I scarcely

"No chance," she replied. "You know what I am. There is your answer. Go aheadget the proposition out of

Though her words were light, she was a trifle nonplused at his method of approach. There was a distinct note

of deference in his voice that she had long been unused to from men. Could it be possible that she was

"You See," continued Mr. Secor, "I couldn't help but know something of your life from your testimony in

there; yet, even though I heard it from your own lips, I find it difficult to believe that it is trueit doesn't

seem possible that you could prefer such a life; and I wanted to ask if I might not be of service to you in some

The girl noted the clean, strong face of the young man before her, the clear eyes, and healthy skin. There was

no indication of dissipation or evil habits. She had not spoken to such a man since she came to the cityshe

had not believed that any clean men lived in the city that she so loathed. She was still inclined, however, to be

"You would not say that if you knew what my early training had been. I was taught to believe that God

expected but two things of a womanto be virtuous, and to become a wife and mother. If she were not

virtuous, the second thing became a crime in herfor a woman such as I to marry and bear children were a

"There was no place on earth for such as I, and no hell of sufficient horror in the hereafter. As far as this life

or the next is concerned, I am absolutely and irrevocably lost. I appreciate your kind intentions, but I fear

The girl's words brought Secor up with a sudden and most unpleasant jolt, for he realized that the thing she

had said voiced precisely his own views in the matter, or rather what had been his lifelong views up to a few

moments before. For the first time in his life he felt that there was something rather unfair, inhuman, and

"I know precisely how you feel," he said at length, making no attempt to lighten the gravity of her sin, "for I,

too, have been taught to believe that same thing: but now that I come to deal with a specific case I find that

the old theory was of value only in the abstractit isn't human, and it isn't good sense. There is no reason

"In fact, that you haven't recently done so is all the more reason that you should commence now. It can't

make things any better if you go on as you have been, but as far as you yourself are concerned and those you

come in contact with it will be very much better indeed if you live as you should live during the balance of

"Why do you want to help me?" asked the girl suddenly. She had discovered that she had quite unexpectedly

lost sight of the motives which she believed had prompted the young man to seek this interview. There had

been nothing either in his words or manner to support her suspicions; yet, with her knowledge of men, it was

"That is a difficult question," he said. "I never did anything of the sort before, and I don't know why I have

attempted it now. If I tried to explain the psychology of it I should appear ridiculous, I fear."

"I should like to know," said the girl, "if for no other reason than to learn that I had made a good guess as to

what you wanted." She had determined to prove her point for her own satisfaction.

To say that young Mr. Secor was shocked would have been to put it too mildly by far; but his expression

"And if that were my reason," he asked, "would you have accepted myahinvitation?"

"Why not?" And she was about to add, "Isn't your money as good as anybody's?" But she found herself

faltering in her suspicion of this young man, and a sudden sense of shame sent the red blood mantling to her

For a moment he stood looking straight into her eyes until hers dropped suddenly in confusion.

"I am sorry," he said, "that you should have misconstrued my intentions." His voice held a faint note of

sadness and not a little of disappointment. "But as you have, I shall try to give you my real reasons at the risk

"I wish you would," she said. "I didn't want to think the other, but af ter my experience with men, it was hard

to believe that one of them could go out of his way to perform an unselfish act where a woman was

"I wanted to help you," said Secor from the moment that I saw your face and heard your voice in the

juryroom. I couldn't believe that a girl like you belonged in the underworld. It was not because of the fact

that you are a very beautiful girl, but that your face and expression reflect a sweetness of character that

seemed entirely out of place in the life you have been leading. There must have been a sudden, subconscious

appeal to the protective instinct that is supposed to have been very strong in primitive manin no other way

can I account for the immediate desire I had to save you. Those are my reasons, if you can call them reasons,

for asking you to wait here for me. You will doubtless find them as ridiculous as they now seem to me."

The girl's lips trembled as she attempted to speak, and tears came to her eyes so that she had to turn away to

hide her emotion. It had been long indeed since a man had spoken to her and of her in this way. Her whole

heart went out to this stranger because of those few kindly wordssuch words as her poor soul had been

"What do you wish me to do?" she asked after she had regained control of her voice.

"Let me help you find employmentthat is all that you may accept from any man. It is all that any decent

"I am going away tomorrow," he went on, "to be gone for several weeks. In the mean time I'll give you the

name and address of a man who can and will help you to at least temporary employment. Keep in touch with

him and when I return we'll see what is best to be done, and what sort of work you are best qualified for."

As he spoke he bad written a name and address upon a leaf of his memorandumbook. He tore the sheet out

"Don't say that," he replied. "Forget what you have beenyou are that no longer. I am wanting to shake

hands with an entirely new girl, and to prove that you intend to be a new girl you must let me."

He smiled the clean, wholesome smile that made his strong young face doubly attractive. There was no

refusing Ogden Secor anything that he asked when he smiled, and so the girl placed her hand in his.

"This is the ratification of your pledge," he said. "I shall never doubt for a moment that you are keeping it.

Until I return, then," and bowing he left her there, a new hope and a great happiness in her heart.

If one good man could forgive her her past, there must be others. Possibly the world would not be so hard

upon her after all. Maybe there was a chance for her to live as she wanted to live, and to find the happiness

Suddenly she recalled that she did not know the name of the man who had just left her. Well, that could easily

be ascertained. She had the name and address of his friend. She would go to him at once and take any

employment that he could find for her. She would work for a bare living, if necessary, rather than go back to

the old life. She would do anything for the man who had spoken to her as this young stranger had spoken.

Eagerly she opened her handbag and withdrew the little slip of paper. As she read the name a cold wave of

disappointment and bitterness chilled and blighted the new happiness and hope that had filled her being.

IT was a very disheartened girl who found her way out of the criminal court building and across the Dearborn

Street Bridge to the Loop. She was wondering if her new friend were of the same type of reformer as the Rev.

Mr. Pursen. Would he want her to narrate the story of her rescue for the Sunday editions upon his return?

Then it occurred to her that she would not see him when he came back to the city, for she had no idea who he

might be, and she certainly would not go to the Rev. Mr. Pursen to find out. It began to look as though she

At Lake and Dearborn she stopped to purchase an evening paper, and in the entrance to a nearby building

she sought among the want ads for a likely boardinghouse. She found an address far out on the South Side,

As she rode South she tried to reach some definite decision as to her future. She could go back to the old life,

and the young man would never know. The chances are that he would not care if he did know.

His act had been prompted by but the passing kindness of a moment. If he ever thought of her again, it would

be but to inquire of his friend the Rev. Mr. Pursen if she had applied to him for aid, and finding that she had

As she speculated upon her future, her eyes wandered aimlessly over the printed page of closeset want ads

WANTEDNeat girl for general office work; small wages to start; experience unnecessary. Apply Kesner

" Why not try it?" she thought. "He'll never know, of course, but he was on the square. He wanted to help me,

and I can't believe that he is like Pursen. He wanted to give me a chance to be the kind of girl he thought I

looked like, and why shouldn't I be? I can do that much, surely, when all my inclinations lie in that direction.

I haven't wanted to be bad, God knows; and I guess I've been a fool to think that I had to keep on that way

At TwentyFourth Street a pimplyfaced young man boarded the car. As he walked forward toward the front

platform, a lighted cigarette in his nicotinstained fingers, be turned to stare into the face of every woman in

the car. When he came opposite the girl from Farris's he stopped with a broad grin upon his unclean face.

"Why, hello there, Mag! " he cried. "When did you get out?" And with the words he plumped into the seat at

"I'm cuttin' that out, Eddie," she said. "I'm goin' to be on the square after this."

"May Beverley asked me to look you up," he remarked. "She says you promised to come there."

"Huh! What does she care? She ain't got no love for Farris, and besides a chicken with an angel face like

yours can get in anywhere in the burg. But on the dead, Mag, you're a boob not to get your hooks onto some

rich gazimbat. I know a gink right now that'll pass me out five hundred bones any time for a squab like you.

The girl looked at the man for a moment, and then turned and gazed out of the window.

"That's right; think it over," said Eddie. "It's a good proposition and that ain't no dream. He's not exactly

pretty, but he's there with a bundle of kale that would choke the Panama. He'd set you up in a swell

apartment, plaster sparklers all over you, and give you a yearafternext model eightlunger and a shuffer.

The girl knew that Eddie was not romancing; and here she had been thinking that she could not even get into

the Beverley Club. Here was easy moneyriches evenjust for the taking; and she would be no worse for it

She looked again at the man beside her, and as she looked she found herself comparing him with the young

man she had last talked with. He, too, had come to her with an offer. She glanced at the want ad lying

Eddie was smiling at her. She saw his smile, but beyond it she saw the smile of that other young man. Eddie

would have felt pained could he have read the unvoiced comparison that shot into the girl's mind as she

"No," said the girl, "I think I've got a swell job already. Goodby, Eddie; here's where I get off."

She found the boardinghouse, and after paying a week's board in advance returned to the Loop, seeking the

Kesner Building. On the eighteenth floor she found the room number given in the want ad.

"There have been fifteen other applicants already," said the man to whom she had been directed by a typist

near the door of the office; "but I haven't decided on any one in particular yetthere'll be as many more in

"Yes, of course; but with so many applicants I would naturally prefer to choose an experienced girl. What

"LathropJune Lathrop," she answered, giving him her true name; for with her decision to commence life

anew she had also decided to do so under her true colors. There would be nothing in her future, she had

"Well Miss Lathrop," said he, "to be frank, you're the most likely looking of the applicants so far. Most of

them have had experience, but that doesn't count much against natural intelligence, and unless I'm way off

you've got that. I'll tell you what, you come back here tomorrow morning about ninethirty, and if no one I

For three months June Lathrop folded and enclosed circulars on the eighteenth floor of the Kesner Building at

the princely salary of six dollars a week. As her board and room at the place she had first selected cost her

seven dollars a week, it required but a rudimentary knowledge of higher mathematics to convince her that she

would either have to change positions or boardinghouses. She chose the latter alternative.

The change brought her into a neighborhood perilously close to the redlight district. Several times she saw

women she had known in that other life. They passed her upon the street, clothed in clinging silk and starred

with many a scintillating gem. June was careful to see that they did not have a chance to recognize her.

Her clothes were becoming a trifle shabby; but they were neat, and were worn with that indefinable air that

Not once yet had she regretted the step she had taken. For the first time in months she felt a growing interest

in life and a quiet contentment that was almost happinessas near to happiness at least as she ever expected

She often smiled sadly to herself in recalling upon how slight a thing the turning in her life had hingedthe

clean smile and kindly interest of a stranger, a man whose name, even, she did not know.

Early in her career upon the eighteenth floor of the Kesner Building June had discovered that the road to

higher wages paralleled the acquirement of special training. Any one could fold and enclose circulars. There

were always thousands of young girls to be employed at a moments notice for this class of work; but even

here, she discovered, expertness demanded and received the highest wages. So she made it a point to become

At the end of the second month she could handle a greater volume of work in a day than any other girl in the

department, and with a lower percentage of errors. Her wages were advanced to seven dollars, and she was

In the same room with her were several typists and on the floor below many stenographers. June discovered

that the poorest paid typist earned a dollar a week more than sheor at least received that much more.

She determined to become a typist, and with that end in view practised during the noon hour each day under

the guidance of one of the regular typists. From her she learned that some of the stenographers downstairs

That evening June enrolled in a nightschool where she could study stenography. The venture necessitated a

curtailment of expensesit meant walking to and from her work and finding a still cheaper room than that

she had. Her new lodgings were nearer the Loop. Here she had a tiny gasstove, where she cooked her

At night she practised and studied. In a month she could take ordinary dictation and transcribe ninety per cent

of it quite as it had been dictated. Without being aware of it she had become some forty per cent more

efficient than most stenographers ever become; yet she felt that she was far from the proficiency required to

Then the blow fell. Her careful attention to her work, in the circularizing departmenther expertnesslost

her position for her. It happens every day in the departments of big businesses in every city. A slack season

came. Expenses must be curtailed. The head of the house conferred with the manager of her department. The

payroll was the first item to be considered in reducing expensesit always is. Likewise it was the last

"How many girls can you spare at this season of the year, Mr. Brown?" asked the head of the house.

"We can cut the force in two," replied Mr. Brown, not because he thought so, but because he thought the head

of the house would like to have him say it. Mr. Brown had been up against this same thing twice a year since

he had assumed the management of the department. He had found it far easier to coincide with the wishes of

his superior, especially when the hysteria of retrenchment was abroad; later he could employ other girls to

bring his department up to a respectable working basisafter the head of the house had transferred his

The head of the house glanced down the payroll, a copy of which Mr. Brown had handed him.

"Hm!" he said. "Seven dollars! Seven dollars is too much for this class of work, Mr. Brown. When I started

this business I had but one employeea girl. She and I did all the work. I used to work eighteen and twenty

hours a day, and if I had made seven dollars a week clear the first year I should have been delighted. She

worked nearly every night and Saturday afternoons as well, and did it for three dollars a week. You are

paying your help altogether too much. I see you have three girls in this department who are receiving seven

And he made three little x'sone before the name of each of the three. So June lost her job. When Mr.

Brown told her that he would not need her after the following Saturday she was dumfounded.

"Yes," replied Mr. Brown; and then as well as he could he explained the necessity for cutting down the force:

but just why it was necessary to lay off his most efficient help he did not attempt to explain.

That night and for many days thereafter June scanned the want columns of the papers. She wrote in reply to

blind adsletters that never received a response. She called in answer to those that gave an address, but there

Quite often the positions were filled before she applied, and then she discovered that she must wait upon the

corner near the office of the afternoon newspaper from which she obtained her leads, seize one of the first

copies that came onto the street, and hasten to the addresses of the more likely appearing ads if she would be

In this way she managed, during the ensuing three or four months to pick up half a dozen temporary positions

at wages ranging from five to nine dollars a week, but fully half the time she was idle. She had been

compelled to give up nightschool, but she still practised stenography at home; and her afternoons, when she

was out of employment, she spent at the employment bureaus of various typewriter companies gaining speed

She had not sufficient confidence as yet to apply for a position as typistshe was too inexperienced to know

Four months after she lost her position in the Kesner Building she was working in the bindery department of

a small job printing establishment at four dollars a week. Her clothes were by this time far too shabby for her

to hope to obtain an office position; nor was there any immediate likelihood that she would be able to save

sufficient money from her wages ever to purchase other clothing. But even now she retained her courage,

Poor and insufficient food had left its mark upon her pallid, emaciated cheeks and darkringed eyes. She had

made no friends among her coworkers. The good girls she avoided from a sense of shame in her past; the

others, with their cheap immoralities, disgusted her. She would be one thing or the otherall good or all

badand so she could not abide those who sailed under false colors, assuming a respectability that they did

She still retained sufficient beauty to make her noticeable among other girls. It was her sole possession of

value. One day she had an opportunity to cash it. The man who ran the printshop often walked through the

bindery inspecting the work. On several occasions he stopped and spoke to June about the job that she

happened to be engaged upon. He was a middleaged man, rather goodlooking. There was little or no

indication of dissipation upon his face, and yet June knew that he was a huntershe had heard snatches of

conversation among the other girls; conversation that made her blush, hardened as she thought she was.

One afternoon the forewoman told her that "the boss" wanted to see her in his office. She hastened to respond

"I have been noticing your workand you," said the man. "I think that you are not getting enough wages. I

believe that we can fix it up so that you can earn ten dollars a weekhow would that strike you?"

"Well, suppose you take dinner with me tonight and we'll talk it overI'm too busy just now. Well, what do

June looked him straight in the eyes, and then she laughed. She thought of the apartment on Michigan

Avenue, the eightcylinder touringcar, the chauffeur, the diamondsof all that she had refused seven

The man turned scarlet. He tried to say something, but the words stuck in his throat.

"Give me my time, please. I've heard that there were men like you. Before I went to work I thought they were

all like you; but in all the offices I have workedand I've worked in a lot of themyou're the first man that

ever made a raw crack like that to me. If you had had the nerve to come right out and say what you wanted of

me I might at least have had a little respect for you; but to try to work that rotten old cradlerobbing

dinnergame on me! And offering me ten dollars a week and work all day in the bindery to boot! Give me

For two weeks June sought another position in vain. Her money was gone, and she owed for a week's room

rent. She had no food or prospects of food. She had not eaten for twentyfour hours; and then, as fate would

have it, she met Eddie on the streetEddie of the pimply face, the unclean nails, and the stained fingers.

"The swellestlookin' chicken on the linein rags!" he said. "What's the idea, Mag? Got a job as one of

"No, Eddie; it hasn't got me anything except an awful appetite and nothing to satisfy it with."

"You come along with me," he commanded. "I know a joint round the corner where we can feed up swell on

"Forget it," he cried. "Do you suppose I'll see an old pal hungry when I got the price? Not me!"

"Oh." he said, "I forgot. You're on the square now, so you'd be ashamed to be seen with a dip like methat's

"That's not it, Eddie, and you know it," she cried. "But I've been trying so hard to make good! I haven't asked

anybody for help, and I've been on the square all the time. I hate to have to fall back on charity now."

"Charity nothin'!" he exploded. "You'd do as much for me if I was down and out. Come along now, and when

And so they went together to the joint around the corner where they could get a swell feed for two for fifty

"What do you think of this virtue lay by this time?" asked Eddie after they had partially satisfied the cravings

"Do you remember me tellin' you about an old bloke the last time I seen you?" he asked presently.

"Don't, Eddie," she said. "I'm trying hard to fight the temptation to go back where there is plenty of easy

money, and good clothes, and enough to eat. I want to be on the square, though, Eddie, so don't make it

"You're the real goods, Mag," he said. I thought you was just fourflushin' that time you told me you'd quit

the gay life, but I guess it takes more'n a fourflush for a girl like you to wear them clothes and starve to boot

just for the sake of bein' decent. I won't say nothin' more about that proposition; but if I can help you any

"Gee!" he continued, "I wish I had your nerve. I tried a dozen times to quit and be decent. But the easy money

down here always got methat and the coke. Tell me all you been doin' since I seen you, and what's went

"The cheap skate!" exclaimed Eddie. "Gimme his number, and I'll hike down his way tomorrow and touch

"No, Eddie, that wouldn't be setting me a very good example of being decent, would it?"

"But say," he said, "why is it you don't go after a swell steno job? You say they told you down at the

typewriter joint that you was the real cheese and ought to hold any job you could cop off."

"Yes, I know they did," she replied, "but they intimated that they couldn't send me out in answer to a call

unless I had better clothes, and you can't buy much on four dollars a week, Eddie, especially if you only get

"You sit tight here for about ten minutes, Mag," he said, "and I'll be right back. I got some business up the

The man stopped at the cashier's desk and paid the two checks, then he hurried out into the brilliantly lighted

It was fifteen minutes before he returned, and when he took his place at the table opposite her the girl did not

know that he no longer wore a diamond stickpin, a watch of gold, and a diamond ring.

"Here," he said, shoving a roll of bills across the table to her. "Here's a stake for them swell clothes you need

LONG before Mr. Ogden Secor returned to the city after his grand jury service had terminated and released

him to attend to his own affairs, he had completely forgotten the girl from Farris's and his promise of

It was fully a month after his return that he was reminded of the affair by the sight of the Rev. Mr. Pursen at

"By the way, Mr. Pursen," said Secor, "did a girl I sent to you for assistance ever apply? She was the girl

from Farris's in that case that was brought before the grand jury of which I was foreman."

"No," said the Rev. Mr. Pursen, "she did not come to me. I went to her the very day that Farris was arrested

and offered to help her; but I found her entirely unresponsive to my advances. In fact, she seemed totally

depraved, and though I labored with her I was finally forced to the conclusion that she was one of those

hopelessly lost women which nothing but death can remove from the evil life they cling to by preference."

"Strange," said Mr. Secor; "she completely deceived me. I could have sworn that she was not innately

vicious, and that if given a chance she might easily have been helped to a better way of living."

"No," said the Rev. Mr. Pursen; "I did my poor, weak best; but it was all to no avail."

"Too bad," said Mr. Secor, and that would have been the end of it had not fate been planning the perpetration

"I have come to beg again, Miss Welles," said Mr. Pursen. "I find that our Society for the Uplift of Erring

Women is sadly in need of funds. The secretary's salary is a month in arrears; the stenographer and the two

investigators have not been paid for two weeks, and the rent is several days overdue."

"Well, well," murmured Miss Welles sympathetically, "that is too bad. We must certainly do something at

"We need about two hundred dollars at once," replied the clergyman, "and some arrangement would be very

advantageous that would assure us of a permanent income of two hundred and fifty or three hundred dollars

"I will subscribe fifty dollars toward the emergency fund at once," said Miss Welles. She looked expectantly

"The name of the society is selfexplanatory," returned Mr. Pursen. "The Society for the Uplift of Erring

"Our investigators call upon the women whose cases come to our attentionusually through Municipal

Court recordsand endeavor to prevail upon them to attend our Monday evening Uplift Circle. The

meetings are held in the church every Monday except during July and August. Here we enjoy a short song

service, followed by prayer, and then the women listen to helpful talks by the noble women who are

"Unfortunately, no," admitted Mr. Pursen; "possibly five or six, on an average, I should say. The unfortunate

part of it is that they seem to have so little real desire to embrace the opportunity we are offering them to

begin life anew that seldom if ever do the same women attend our Uplift Circle a second time. You have no

conception, Mr. Secor, how discouraging is labor of this naturethe utter indifference and ingratitude of

"By contact with good women; by the beauties of Scripture; by helpful suggestions and example; by

"We have not gone thus far as yet, though that is the ultimate object, of course."

"I should think that it would be the primary object. Between meetings they go back and earn their livings in

"It is difficult to find people who will employ these women once we explain the sort of people they are,"

replied Mr. Pursen; "but that we hope to be able to do when we have sufficient funds to employ more

"Yes, of course," interrupted Mr. Secor; "but, looking at the matter from a purely business standpoint, I

cannot see how you are going to raise sufficient funds to carry on any work until you have accomplished

something practical with what you have. If four or five paid workers, with the assistance of a number of

volunteers, have been unable to effect the regeneration of not a single woman in the six or eight months that

the society has been organized, I should consider it a rather risky investment to subscribe any considerable

"I don't wish to discourage you," continued Mr. Secor kindly, "but charities to be effective must be treated

just as one would treat a business proposition. If a given charity is not producing results it would be better to

divert our money to other channelsthere are several wellmanaged charities, I understand, that are doing

"Then you think that the Society for the Uplift of Erring Women is poorly managed?" asked Mr. Pursen a

"It may be and it may notthere are some things which cannot be doneimpractical things. This may be

one of them; or the methods of the society may be faulty. Of course I am in no position to judge, nor do I

"I can assure you that my cousin, Miss Peebles, is a very conscientious woman," said Mr. Pursen, "and is

"Oh," said Mr. Secor; "I ask your pardon. I did not know that the secretary of the society is your cousin."

"She is," continued Mr. Pursen, "and the other active workers in the society are relatives of the good women

"Those who are on salarynot being financially able to devote their time to the work gratuitously,"

"I think," said Miss Welles, "that the society is doing a very noble work under most adverse conditions, and

that we should do all in our power to help it financially, as well as to give it our moral support. It is very easy,

"I am sorry," said Mr. Secor, "if I have seemed to disparage the work of the society; but knowing as I do that

it is rather a pet of yours, Sophia, I wanted to do something really worth while for itif my money would do

any good. There is no value in throwing money away for sentiment when there are so many places where it

"I should like very much to talk with Miss Peebles, and if I find that there is good foundation for the belief

that fallen women can be really saved or benefited through your organization, I shall be most happy to

"That is very kind of you, Mr. Secor," said Mr. Pursen, relaxing as he scented a substantial donation.

"Where is the office of the society?" asked Mr. Secor. "I shall make it a point to see Miss Peebles

"The office is in the church," said Mr. Pursen. "You will find Miss Peebles there about eleven o'clock. She is

"I thought from your reference to rent," remarked Mr. Secor, "that the society probably had a downtown

"No," replied Mr. Pursen; "we felt that as long as the society would have to pay rent it would be better to give

this rent to the church rather than to outsiders, and we have made the amount very much smaller than the

"Oh," said Mr. Secor, "I see. Well, then, if possible, I shall call upon Miss Peebles tomorrow; but do not tell

her to expect me, for I may find business engagements will prevent my seeing her before the first of the

"I hope not," Mr. Pursen said; "for I am sure that Miss Peebles can explain the work and scope of the society

"We might look up that girl from Farris's again," suggested Mr. Secor, "and see what Miss Peebles can do for

"She is too degraded, I am afraid, ever to respond to the kind offices of good men and women. I think that she

prefers her present life, sad as it may seem to us. Poor thing! I tried so hard to win her to godliness.

"But I must he going, now. I am so very glad to have met you again, Mr. Secor. May we not hope to see you

oftener at our little church gatherings? In my poor, weak way I shall endeavor to make you welcome."

"Just a moment, Mr. Pursen," said Miss Welles, "until I make out a check for the Uplift Society."

So noble and sincere in his desire to better his fellow man! So magnanimous in his practical relations with the

"Rather nice chap to have for a cousin, I should say, were one in quest of remunerative employment with

"How perfectly unkind, Ogden," she exclaimed. "Really, I'd never have thought it of you. Mr. Pursen is one

"All right, Sophie; we won't quarrel about Mr. Pursen, although I must say that if his attitude toward that girl

I spoke to him about is a decent sample of his magnanimous practicality, or whatever you called it, I am

"If you wish me to, yes," he replied; "but if you were not interested I should feel that I'd rather contribute my

money directly to the support of his indigent cousin and his church rather than through the medium of the

Society for the Uplift of Erring Women. He'd get it all then, and wouldn't have to whack up with the indigent

relatives of the noble women who sacrifice their Monday evenings, except during July and August, to the

"You are entirely horrid today, Ogden,"pouted Miss Welles. "You do not like Mr. Pursen."

"Bless you, child, I don't know him. I've met him here perhaps a half dozen timeshere, and in the

newspapers. About all I've noticed about him is the poor, weak way he has of getting into print."

"He can't, or won't understand how much Mr. Pursen shrinks from the unpleasant notoriety his great reform

work forces upon him. Like you, father seems to imagine that he courts publicity, while as a matter of fact he

suffers it solely because he cannot avoid it, and because he knows that only by bringing the conditions of vice

that exist in the city clearly before the people can they be awakened to the gravity of the issue which

confronts them. I think the fact that he goes on and on regardless of the frequency with which the newspapers

drag his name into publicity is one of the finest things about himit proves conclusively his sincerity and his

"All right, Sophie," replied Secor with one of his pleasant smiles, "if he succeeds in saving a single woman

during his lifetime he will not have lived in vain, and there is every reason to hope for the bestMr. Pursen

The talk drifted then from Mr. Pursen and reform to more personal and intimate matters. They discussed their

plans for the future. Secor broached the subject of a wedding date for the hundredth time, and for the

hundredth time Sophia Welles could not bring herself to be very definite in the matter.

She fully intended to marry Ogden Secor. She had not worked laboriously a whole year to that end with any

intention of relinquishing her prize now that she had won it; but Miss Welles was in no great haste to wed.

She loved Secor as well as she knew how. He was quite goodlooking, had plenty of wealth, and a social

position second to none in the city. Had he had nothing but the social position, Miss Welles could not have

found it in her heart to give him up, but with such a combination of assets he was by far the best catch in

She had come from a small Indiana town where her father had made several fortunes in the automobile

industrysaving them all and investing them wisely. She did not need to marry for money, though an

alliance that would combine the wealth that would one day be hers with that of a wealthy husband was not to

be ignored. What she did need was a steppingstone to the social position she craved, but could not attain on

the strength of her own name. Both she and her mother considered Ogden Secor an ideal steppingstone,

As a matter of fact the Welleses were extremely nice people. Refined, educated cultured. Much nicer, if the

truth could have found a champion of sufficient bravery to admit it, than many of the families to whose

homes the feminine contingent of the Welles household craved entree; but their name was unknown in this

It had never graced a special brand of ham; it had never been intimately related and for generations with the

filth and crime of the politics of the municipality; it did not blazon itself before the public eye from above the

doorways of a hundred tencent lunchcountersno, the Welleses were new, unknown; they did not belong.

Ogden Secor had always known nice girls, pretty girls, rich girls. He did not succumb to the wiles of Sophia

Welles at first sight, for she had nothing new to offer him; but she had that way with her which some women

have of suggesting to a man a manner of proprietorship over thema something that appeals to the

It is done insidiously; you cannot put your finger on a single act that typifies it; yet before long the man

comes to feel, without thinking about it, perhaps, that the woman belongs to him in a way. Then she plays her

trump card. Just when she has him resting easily and comfortably in the belief that she looks to him for

advice and guidance, she traps him into an attempt to exercise the power he thinks is his. Then she bowls him

What is the result? Take away from a man by force something that he has come to believe he possessed, and

you create a burning desire for the thingthough maybe before he would not have given a nickel for it.

So, when Ogden Secor discovered that Miss Welles admitted not his proprietorship over her, he immediately

craved a real proprietorship, and the result was he discovered that he loved her.

They had been engaged now for three months, but the wedding day seemed as far in the future as ever. Miss

Welles was having an excellent time as the fianc�e of Mr. Ogden Secor. Already she had tasted of the fruits

of conquest. Doors had opened to her that had previously been impregnable. She was in no haste to relinquish

The sudden death of the elder Secor early in the spring had, of course, necessitated a delay in the wedding

plans; for both Miss and Mrs. Welles desired a pretentious ceremony. It seemed now that a year at least must

As for Mr. Secor, he attempted to persuade his betrothed to slip away with him and be quietly married in

some nearby town. Her father and mother could accompany them, and everything would be regular and

lovely. He hated the idea of "the circus," as he called the affair the two women were planning.

Several times during the winter Secor met the Rev. Mr. Pursen at Miss Welles's. The more he saw of him the

less he liked him, and the more he let Miss Welles see that he disliked her "parson," the more loyal she

"One would think that you were engaged to Pursen instead of to me," complained Mr. Secor on one occasion.

"He is becoming a regular pest. I can scarcely ever find an opportunity to see you alone. Doesn't he know that

"He has a great deal of sense, Ogden, she replied, "and he knows that we are engaged. He also knows that

"Then why does he persist in hanging around while I am here, Sophie?" he demanded.

"I think he wants to show his friendliness toward you and to win your friendship. I think it is perfectly sweet

"Ogden! How can you!" she cried, "I didn't know that you had such an uncharitable strain in your makeup."

"Clay feet will out," he laughed goodnaturedly; "but really, Sophie, I'm sorry I was nasty. Forgive me, and

"You'll have to like him, Ogden," she replied, "for we are bound to see a great deal of him! In the work that I

am trying to do his assistance is invaluableI am sure that the three of us can accomplish a great deal of

"Anything to make you happy Sophie," he said, and then the conversation turned to other things.

When he left she watched him as he walked to the curb and entered his car. Miss Welles was very proud of

her fianc�e. She noted his splendid carriage, his strong face and wellset head; and then she sighed. She

wished that he understood her hopes and aspirations, and was in sympathy with them as waswellMr.

She found herself, quite unexpectedly, wondering why fate had not given Mr. Pursen a fat bank account and

an old and socially honored name. How much more he could have accomplished, thus bucklered for the fight!

"I'll be gone two or three weeks, Stickler," he said to his office manager; "and it'll be an excellent time to

break in Miss Smith's successor. She'll be with us until the first of January, and that'll give her time to coach

whoever you employ in her stead. Be sure you get a young woman of intelligence, and have her well versed

in her duties before I returnI won't want to have to suffer the sorrows incident to breaking in a new

stenographer myself with a bunch of accumulated matter piled up and waiting for me."

"Yes, sir," replied Mr. Stickler; "I'll see that you have a second Miss Smith if there's one to be found in the

city. Too bad she had to go and get marriedjust when she was becoming invaluable."

So Mr. Stickler inserted want ads in three papers and telephoned to the employment departments of three

typewriter manufacturers. And it so happened that the following day June Lathrop, decently clothed with the

money from Eddie's jewelry, walked into one of these departments, asking for an assignment.

"Why, good morning, Miss Lathrop," she said. "Where in the world have you been? I thought we'd lost you

She had never before realized what a really beautiful girl Miss Lathrop was. A few months since she had

explained to her in as kindly a way as possible that it would be impossible for her to place her in the class of

offices to which they catered unless she could come better clothed. She had not seen her again after that

"Oh, I've been doing temporary work about town," answered June; "but now I want a chance at a permanent

position. Haven't you something that you could send me out on? Something really good."

"I've just the thing, Miss Lathrop," replied the woman, fingering through a number of index cards in a little

Presently she found what she sought, and for a moment was busy transcribing the contents of the card to a

"Here," she said finally; "go to this number in the Railway Exchange and ask for Mr. Stickler. He wants a girl

of more experience than you have had, but I really believe that you are fully competent to fill the position

satisfactorily, and I have told him so in this note. I have asked him to give you a trial."

"I don't know how I can thank you enough," cried the girl. "I shall make good, for I *must* make good."

In the Railway Exchange Building June found the suite number she sought. The door to the main office was

open, and she did not see the lettering upon it as she entered. She wondered what the nature of the business

might be, but that it was profitable was evidenced by the thick carpet upon the floor of the outer office; and

At the information desk June asked for Mr. Stickler, presenting her note of introduction to the officeboy in

charge. He was a tall, somber youth of sixteen who looked fully twentyone. He eyed June from beneath

stern brows, and then slunk silently toward a mahogany door upon the opposite side of the general office.

Here he turned cautiously to cast a sudden, veiled look of suspicion in the girl's direction.

"How perfectly weird," she thought. "He makes me feel as though I were a sneakthief."

Three minutes later June turned with a little jump to find the young man standing just behind her scowling

down upon her in the most malevolent manner. He had left the private office by another door and entered the

"Come!" he whispered. "Follow me," and on silent feet he led her toward the private office across the room.

Here she was ushered into the presence of Mr. Sticklera baldheaded man with a thick neck and closeset

"Good morning," he said. "Have a chair. You come well recommended, I see. Mrs. Carson has never failed to

furnish us with the most competent help that we have had. She tells me that you have had little practical

"There is nothing about it but what you can learn quickly if you set yourself to it," replied Mr. Stickler kindly.

He had interviewed a dozen applicants already and he was tiring of the job. This was the first who had been

good to look at; and good looks were a primary requisite to employment under Mr. Stickler. June's face had

"Would you mind taking a little dictation now and transcribing it for me, as a sort of test, you know?" he

"Good! " he exclaimed. "There are many applicants who will not take a test. They say it is unfair."

"It is as fair for one as another," she replied. "I cannot see how you are to judge as to my qualifications in any

Mr. Stickler drew a notebook and pencil from his desk, and June removed her wraps and gloves. For five

minutes he dictated continuously and rather rapidly; but he enunciated his words distinctly, and not once did

When he had finished he sat back in his chair and smiled at her. He had putposely made the test unusually

hard, for he had decided that the girl would doshe was too goodlooking to be lostand so he wanted an

excuse in case she fell down on the test. If he made it exceptionally difficult, it would not prove that she was

incompetent should she make numerous errors, for even an easy test is a nerveracking experience, and the

Of course, if the result proved that she was absolutely hopeless, he could not employ her; but if she showed

"Good! I made it as hard as I could. If you can transcribe that with less than ten per cent errors, you will be

doing splendidly for one entirely unaccustomed to my dictation and the terms I used."

"Miss Smith," he said to the young lady who entered in response to his summons, "this is Miss Lathrop. She

has just taken a test. Will you let her use your machine, please, to transcribe for a few minutes?"

"Certainly. Come with me, Miss Lathrop." And she led June to a small room off the private office.

"Excellent!" he said when he had finished reading it. "Excellent! Not an error. I think I need look no further,

Miss Lathrop, if we can arrange the question of wages satisfactorily. Be seated, please. Now, what do you

"Miss Smith has been with us for five years," said Mr. Stickler. "She is leaving on the first to be married. We

pay her twentyfive dollars a week. On the first she would have been raised to thirty had she remained.

Would you care to start at twenty, with every assurance of an increase as soon as you are familiar with our

Nine dollars a week was the largest wage June had ever received since she left Farris's, and that for but a

single week in a temporary position. Would she accept twenty? She tried not to look too eager. With

difficulty she seemed to hesitate, as though weighing in her mind the possibilities of the future against the

present small pittance that had been offered her. Mr. Stickler eyed her steadily.

Mr. Stickler had it on his tongue's end to raise it to twentyfivethere were few girls applying for positions

who did not ask about the hours at the first opportunity they had. Here was an exceptionally rapid and

accurate stenographer who cared nothing about hoursshe was indeed a find; and further, she was the

finestlooking girl be had ever seen in his life. But before he had an opportunity June spoke.

In the reception hall the furtiveeyed officeboy shot a keen glance at the young woman through halfclosed

lids as he looked up from some loose, printed sheets over which he had been bent in close study. He saw her

glance at the name upon the door, which was now visible to her as she approached the doorway. He saw her

give a sudden start and pale as though she had seen a dead man. Her hands went suddenly to her breast as she

Then she caught the boy's eyes upon her, and with a little effort she regained her composure and walked

But she did, and the next morning found her at work in the mahoganyfurnished inner office of John Secor

Co. The girl could not recall that she had spent such another night of indecision and anguish for many a long

month, until, with the close approach of dawn, she had determined to stifle the sorrow and loathing that

The twenty dollars a week meant to her, possibly, life itself, as well as the means of pursuing the straight and

narrow path upon which a young man's smile had set her feet. She often wondered about him and if she

should ever see him again. Some day she would like to thank him, she felt, for what he had done for her.

Doubtless he had forgotten both her and the incidentshe rather hoped that he had.

With her first week's pay, June partially repaid Eddie the Dip the money he had loaned her. For this purpose

she met him at the little joint around the corner where one can feed up swell on two bits. Eddie was

apparently as delighted with June's success as she herself, and that his pleasure was sincere was evidenced by

the genuine disinclination he showed to accept a return of his money. But the girl insisted, and at last Eddie

In the far corner of the dingy restaurant a heavy man sat alone at a little table. He had been buried in an

evening paper as the two had entered, so had not noticed them. When finally he looked up, running his

shrewd eyes quickly about the room, he recognized Eddie the Dip, who sat facing him upon the farther side

No changed expression marked his recognition. Immediately he resumed his paper, turning in his chair so

that while appearing to be reading he might surreptitiously watch the newcomers through the flyspecked

mirror that circled the room above the wainscot. He had no further interest in them than that of semiofficial

curiosity, and having recognized the man, he wished to discover the identity of his companion.

It was not until the two rose to leave that the girl turned her head so that the man in the far corner caught a

view of her features. At sight of them he pursed his lips into a silent whistle of surprise; then Eddie the Dip

The man at the table drew a notebook from his pocket, and with a stub of pencil wrote, laboriously, two

names, the date, the hour, and the place; then he resumed the demolition of a large platter of "ham and."

The girl objected, though she knew well the truth of his statement. He alone in all the great city had evinced

disinterested friendship in her and had given her real and substantial aid when she most needed it. Her sense

of gratitude and loyalty was strong, and she would rather have missed almost anything than to have hurt the

Doubtless Eddie guessed the truth of her sentiments; for he was firm in his insistence that she "run along

"It is not the money I was thinking about," she replied, "though, of course, I could have done nothing without

itit's that you have been willing to believe that I wanted to be on the squarethat I could be, and were

"Have I ever done anything to you, Mag," he asked with a laugh, "that gives you any license to class me with

The following Monday morning June sat at her desk in the little office just outside that of the president of

John Secor Co. Ten days had passed since she commenced work there, and under the careful tutorage of Miss

Smith and Mr. Stickler she had progressed rapidly in the assimilation of the details of her work.

Ogden Secor, the president of the company, she had not seen, as his return from New York had been delayed.

She found herself wondering what he might look like, and if she should be able to continue in his employ

after he returned. Now it was not quite so bad, for he was just a name; but when she should be compelled to

come into daily contact with him, sit for hours, perhaps, close beside him as he dictated, would it not be very

It was ten o'clock when Mr. Stickler opened the door from the president's office and called her. As Mr.

Stickler often had given her work in this office before, she gathered up her notebook and pencil as she

Somehow she did not like Mr. Stickler particularly. He had a way of looking at her out of his fishy eyes that

fell little short of being insultingly suggestive. When Mr. Secor returned she knew that she would be released

This, however, she doubted; for since her entrance into the world of business the girl had learned that the

great majority of office men accord the same respect to their female coworkersas they do to their own

June felt suddenly all cold. She had known that this must come some time, but to that very instant she had not

dreamed how terribly she dreaded the ordeal. Her heart seemed to go dead within her, and it was with

difficulty that she raised her eyes to the face of the man who had risen courteously at her entrance. That she

knew he had never before set eyes upon her did not lighten her burden of apprehensionit seemed that he

And then at last she looked at himthe pleasant, honest smile; the cordial, outstretched hand. From cold she

The man before herher employerwas the young man whose kindly words had set her upon the road of

OGDEN SECOR did not recognize June Lathrop as Maggie Lynch, the girl from Farris's, and it was with

relief that almost found expression in an audible sigh that the girl returned to her desk in her own office.

Here she surprised the lank and somber officeboy, Sammy, in the act of closing one of the drawers of her

The youth went from white to red, and from red to scarlet. He stammered and coughedtrying to frame an

"I'm awfully sorry, Miss Lathrop," he managed to get out at last. "I didn't mean any harmI was only

"I suppose," said Sammy, "that I'll have to tell you now; but I didn't want any one to know until I had

"Pinkerton?" questioned June, still at a loss to make head or tail of what the youth was leading to. "What has

practising or Pinkerton to do with searching my desk surreptitiously? It was a very ungentlemanly thing to

"Oh, please don't do that," wailed Sammy. "Please don't and I'll tell you all about it."

"You see," said Sammy nervously, "I'm taking a correspondence course in a detective school, and a part of

each lesson is to put into practise what I have learned in former lessons. Just now I was practising searching a

"Oh, it's easy," replied Sammy, his confidence returning as he discovered that June appeared to have forgiven

"You see," he continued, "a detective has to be able to follow a suspect all over without being seen himself. I

practise on lots of peopleMr. Stickler, Mr. Secor, Miss Smith, and the rest of them. When they go to lunch

I shadow them, a different one nearly every noon. Friday I shadowed youright into the Lunch Club on

Wabash Avenue, and ate at a table behind you, and followed you back to the office and you never got onto

"Ugh!" shivered June. "How uncanny. Don't you ever dare shadow me again Sammypromise me," and

After the new stenographer had left his office, Ogden Secor tried to recall where he had known her before. He

was positive that her face was familiar, and connected with some event in his life that was none too pleasant;

but try as he would he could not place the girl. At last he dropped the matter from his mind.

For several months thereafter the routine of June's new life ran on smoothly and uninterruptedly. She saved

the major portion of her salary, and once more met Eddie the Dip in the little restaurant that she might pay

Daily association with the life of the office of John Secor Co. and its president eventually dulled the first

revulsion she had experienced at thought of taking employment there. She found Ogden Secor all that she had

grown to believe him since the day that he had come into her life from out of the grand jury room.

Of Mr. Stickler she grew more and more suspicious. There was no tangible overt act upon his part on which

she could put her finger; nevertheless, she could have sworn, after a month of him, that he was a "hunter"

without the nerve to hunt. He was, she grew sure, the sort that would take advantage of her first misstep to

snare her, and so, without fearing him, she watched him and herself lest he might find some pretext upon

With the exception of Sammy, the office force was most uninteresting to any one outside themselves. Sammy

was a neverending source of joy to her now that she understood the motives which prompted his stealthy,

catlike tread, his furtive glances, and his highly melodramatic appearances from directions in which one

As June never laughed at himopenlyhe took a great liking to her, coming to her with his new lessons,

with his hopes and his aspirations. His one and only ambition was to become a Pinkerton man, and he fully

believed that once armed with the diploma of the correspondence school to which he paid half his weekly

salary, it would be simply a matter of presenting it to the head of the detective agency to insure him an

openarmed reception and an immediate appointmentdidn't the prospectus of the school say so almost in

So secure had June grown to feel in the belief that her old life was absolutely dead and forgotten, and that

Ogden Secor would never know that his private stenographer had been an inmate of Abe Farris's, that the

shock of an occurrence through which she had to pass four months after taking the position all but unnerved

There was a caller in Secor's office, and as the buzzer upon June's desk sounded she took up her notebook

Scarce had she entered the inner office, however, than her heart seemed to cease its beating. Facing her, and

looking squarely into her eyes as she passed through the doorway, sat the Rev. Theodore Pursen.

A look of halfrecognition lighted his expression at sight of her. Instantly June jumped to the conclusion that

he had come there to expose her but she managed to hold herself under perfect control as she advanced across

the room to Secor's side, nor did she even, by a second glance at the visitor's face, betray the fact that she

"Make out a check," he said, "for this amount to the order of the Society for the Uplift of Erring Women."

"Your secretary's face is quite familiar to me," remarked Pursen, after the girl had closed the door.

"Yes?" queried Secor politely, and uninterestedly. As a matter of fact, he was interested in nothing much that

"I am quite sure that I know her, but I cannot place her," continued Mr. Pursen. "Possibly her name might

Pursen shook his head. "I must be mistaken after all," he said, "I never knew any one of that name," and then

For several days she was in a state of nervous apprehension, momentarily expecting a summons from either

Mr. Secor or Mr. Stickler that would close her career with John Secor Co.; but why she should dread

discharge she could not guess, for she no longer felt a single doubt but that she should always be able to find

As a matter of fact, she finally decided, it was not so much discharge she feared, as that Ogden Secor should

know her for what she once had been. The thought sent her white with terror, and with it came another

thoughthow much did her daily contact with Ogden Secor mean to her more than she had even faintly

Never before had this idea impinged upon her thoughts. She tried to thrust it from her. It was horrible. How

horrible only she could guess; and yet, once fastened upon her, it clung tenaciously, a mighty load upon her

consciencea veritable Old Man of the Seaso that she dreaded coming into Secor's presence for fear he

might guess not only her secret, but as well the awful truth which made it the hideous thing it was.

Weeks rolled by. September came. June was once more lulled into a feeling of security. Secor was in New

York on business. Sammy had been diligently practising his lesson on thieves' jargon upon June until,

Two rings of her buzzer called her to Mr. Stickler's desk. That fateful buzzer! Since the day that it had

summoned her into the Rev. Theodore Pursen's presence she had never heard it without an inward shudder.

To her relief she found that Mr. Stickler wished her merely upon an unimportant matter of detail. As he

talked, Sammy entered, lynxeyed and pussyfootedSammy could not cross the outer office, even to the

watercooler, without assuming a Hawkshawian gait that would have turned that worthy sleuth green with

"Harness bulls," quoted Sammy from his recent lesson on criminal slang, "are policemen in uniform."

The sudden sickly pallor which overspread the face of the office manager did not pass unnoticed by either

"Did they say what they wanted of me?" asked Mr. Stickler, controlling his voice with an effort.

Sammy lowered his own to a mysterious whisper. "They want you," he said, "to buy some tickets to the

"Show them in," commanded Mr. Stickler in evident reliefeven the best of men are often obsessed with an

As the girl left Mr. Stickler's office to cross the outer room to her own she saw two burly officers trailing in

the wake of a suddenly metamorphosed Sammy. The youth walked with devilish swagger and outruffed

chest. In his mind's eye Sammy was leading his trusty bluecoats to the arrest of a gang of counterfeiters

As June passed the three she glanced casually into the faces of the policemen, and as her eyes met those of

one of them it required every ounce of her selfcontrol to hide both her surprise and terror.

A very suave and gracious Mr. Stickler laughed and chatted with the two policemen, purchased ten tickets to

the benefit with John Secor Co.'s money, and passed out a handful of John Secor Co.'s cigars. As the two

"Maggie Lynch?" repeated Mr. Stickler. "We have no one by that name on our payroll."

"Well, then," said Mr. Doarty, "the young woman who came out of your office just before we came in?"

"Oh," said Mr. Stickler, "that is Miss LathropMr. Secor's private stenographer."

"Why, she seems to be all right," said Mr. Stickler. "But we know nothing about her other than that she had

"Abe Farris?" exclaimed Mr. Stickler, and there was a little choking sound in his voice that entirely escaped

"Sure," said he, and then he leaned down and whispered into Mr. Stickler's ear for a moment. "and," he

concluded, "I just thought that maybe Mr. Secor might like to know the training his private secretary has had

in the pastyou'd better keep an eye on her. Good day, and much obliged to you for taking those tickets."

It was not until nearly five o'clock that June's buzzer rang again, summoning her to Mr. Stickler's office.

Already the force in the outer office was preparing to depart for the day. Mr. Stickler wished to dictate an

"important letter," though to June, after he had commenced it it seemed rather too trivial for an overtime

For fifteen minutes Mr. Stickler dragged out his monotonous dictation. Then he rose and went to the door of

"Miss Lathrop," he said, "I have always liked youin fact, I have grown very fond of you since you have

been with us. I have been thinking that I must ask Mr. Secor to increase your salary; but before I do so I

should like to feel that we are good friendsvery good friends indeed, for only in connection with the most

June was at a loss to guess what the man might be driving at. All she knew was that she did not like the sly

expression of his little, closeset eyes, or the familiar manner in which he was hitching his chair closer to

"I am afraid that I do not quite understand you," she said, her tone respectful, but cold and keen as a razor

"I mean," said Mr. Stickler, "that I would like to see more of you outside of business hoursit will mean a

lot to you in the way of advancement," he hastened to add as be saw the steely glitter that leaped to her eyes

June Lathrop rose. Mr. Stickler realized that never before had be seen any one quite so majestic, or quite so

"Fortunately," she said, "Mr. Secor will return tomorrow. Otherwise I should leave at once. I shall not work

another day in the same office with you, and tomorrow I shall give you an hour after Mr. Secor returns to

tell him precisely what has passed between us in this office, then I shall go to him with my resignation and

Mr. Stickler went white with fear. He knew that the girl would do just what she threatenedunless He

"What else will you tell him?" he asked. "What else will Maggie Lynch tell Mr. Ogden Secor?"

It was June's turn to pale. Stickler saw the color leave her face and took advantage of the point in his favor.

"Come," he said, "be a good fellow. I don't want to be hard on you, and I'll forget all I know about Maggie

Lynch and her job at Abe Farris's if you'll treat me right. Let's forget we've had any unpleasantness. We'll go

over to the Bismark and have a bite to eat and talk it over. Come on, little one, be a sport!"

The sneer on the girl's lip was sufficient reply to Mr. Stickler's suggestion. As she turned her back upon him

"Very well," he shouted, "I'll teach you. You're fireddo you understand? You're fired. I won't have any fast

woman in this office, and if you show your face around here again I'll have Officer Doarty waiting for you."

June made no reply. Quietly she gathered up her personal belongings and left the office. When she had gone,

No sooner had he left than a very pale and shaky Sammy emerged from beneath the sanitary filingcase in

Mr. Stickler's office. He was "frightened stiff "; but with a grim determination that was upborne by a glorious

OGDEN SECOR, stopping over at South Bend on his return from New York, arrived in town late in the

evening of the day that had witnessed June's discharge. His chauffeur met him at the Lake Shore station, and

As the car swung to the north into the broad thoroughfare along the lake, Secor glanced up mechanically at

the windows of his offices in the Railway Exchange, as he had done upon countless other occasions that he

To his surprise he saw that the rooms were lighted. It was past the hour that the janitor's assistants ordinarily

"Stickler," he thought. "He must be working on something of importance tonight. Pull up here, Jim!" to the

For years Ogden Secor had entered his private office through a doorway that opened directly off the main

corridor. The custom had become so strong a habit that tonight he passed the main entrance of the

welllighted outer office, unlocked the door to his own unlighted office and entered, noiselessly, upon the

A moment later he had crossed to the door that opened into the main office. Scarcely had he swung the door

partially aside than his attitude of careless ease gave place to one of tense excitement. Directly across the

office from him, with their backs toward him, two men bent to the combination of the great safe.

Secor's first impulse was to rush in upon them before they should damage the expensive and intricate

mechanism of the lock with the charge of nitroglycerine he imagined they were preparing to detonate; but as

he took a step forward he suddenly realized that one of the men was turning the combination knob while the

They had the combination. Where could they have obtained it? Only Stickler, Miss Lathrop and himself knew

it. He looked at the men closelyhe did not remember ever having seen either of them before.

Presently the door of the safe swung open, and Secor saw him who had manipulated the knob reach directly

and without hesitation for the inner drawer that contained, ordinarily, a considerable quantity of negotiable

Without a sound he ran quickly across the office, his only weapon, a light walking stick, swinging in his right

hand. The first that either of the cracksmen knew that they were not alone in the office was the sudden and

Two hours later Jim, the chauffeur, commenced to wonder if his employer had fallen asleep up there in his

office. The NorthEast wind from off the lake was chill and penetrating. For another half hour Jim walked up

He had about decided to go up to the office and politely remind his employer that it would soon be time to

breakfast when be heard a shot, apparently from the rear of the Railway Exchange across the street. The shot

was immediately followed by hoarse shouts, and the sound of running men, and then another shot.

Almost immediately after the second shot Jim saw a man run out of Jackson Boulevard across Michigan

Avenue toward Grant Park. He reached the center of the street only to crumple suddenly into a little heap.

"Caught him trying to make his getaway through the alley," explained the watchman to a city policeman who,

attracted by the shots, had run over from Wabash Avenue. "There was another guy with him, but he broke in

the opposite direction and got away. They'd been up to something in the Railway Exchange."

Instantly Jim thought of his employer and the unaccountably long stay he had been making in his office.

Could these men have been the cause of his detention? Turning at the thought, he ran across the street and

At first the night elevatorman was disinclined to take him up; but when be explained who he was and what

his fears, the man not only carried him aloft but accompanied him to the office of John Secor Co.

Here they found the door to the main office ajar, and within, upon the opposite side of the room in front of

the open safe, the unconscious form of Ogden Secor. His head and face were covered with bloodeven a

casual glance proclaimed the fact that he had been terribly beaten. An ambulance from St. Luke's bore Ogden

Secor to the hospital. It was late the following morning before the physicians would permit any one to enter

his room, and then only after the greatest insistence on the part of their patient.

Miss Welles and the Rev. Mr. Pursen were the first to come. They were closely followed by Mr. Stickler, for

whom Secor had sent. Mr. Stickler entered, white and shaky. It was quite evident that the accident to his

Mr. Stickler had read an account of the daring robbery in his morning paper. He had known that Ogden Secor

lay at St. Luke's hospital; but he had paced up and down his office for two hours before receiving Secor's

summons to his bedside. Even then he had put off the ordeal for another half hoursurely Mr. Stickler's

must have been a most sympathetic temperament, which shrank from the sight of the mangled countenance of

"And did you notice that the fellow they gotthe one who was woundedhas been recognized as an

habitu� of Abe Farris's? Yes, and do you remember what you told me about that Lynch girl yesterday? Did

you know she knew the combination to the safe? Sure; I thought of that right away.

"Yes, you bet. Wait a minuteI've got it here in my file. Here it isCalumet Avenue," and he gave a

number, "she's rooming there. You'd better hurry. You'll be lucky if she hasn't left town already.

"What? Oh, I don't know yetI've been too upset to figure it up, but it must have been close to twentyfive

thousand dollars. No, bring her right to the hospitalI'll be there. All right. Goodby."

Half an hour later Mr. Stickler, on tiptoe and hat in hand, approached the bedside of his wounded chief. On

"Well," said Secor with a wan smile, "they didn't quite get me, though it wasn't any fault of theirs that they

Mr. Stickler hemmed and hawed. Evidently the answering of that question was one he dreaded.

"Why, I'm not quite sure yet, Mr. Secor," he said at last; "but there was, unfortunately, a considerable amount

of negotiable securities as well as currency in the safe last night. You see, we had an exceptionally large pay

roll on two big jobs for today, and we had drawn the cash yesterday because today, being Saturday, and a

short day, we wanted to have everything in readiness to pay off promptly at noon."

"We've never been in the habit of doing that, Mr. Stickler," was Secor's only comment. "But come, how much

"Close to twentyfive thousand dollars," whispered Mr. Stickler, and that it cost him an effort to say it was

"But I think we'll get it all back," Mr. Stickler hastened to add. "They caught one of the fellows, and

Doartyof the detective bureautelephoned me this morning that he expected to make an arrest within a

"Good," exclaimed Secor. "But I cannot imagine who it could have been, or how they obtained the

"I'd rather not say just yet, Mr. Secor," replied Stickler, "though I have my suspicions. When Doarty comes I

"It must have been through the connivance of some one in the office that they obtained the combination," said

Mr. Pursen nodded. In the back of his brain an almost dead memory was struggling toward the light.

Somehow it was inextricably confused with recollection of the face of Ogden Secor's stenographer, and a

haunting, though vague, conviction that he had met the girl before and under no pleasant circumstances.

A moment later there came a knock upon the door. Mr. Pursen crossed the room and opened it, admitting a

young woman and a large man. One glance at the latter would have been all sufficient to identify him to one

city bred. There is something about the usual plain clothes manwhether his build, his carriage, or the way

be wears his clothes, is difficult to saythat tags him almost as convincingly as would a uniform.

"Ah, Mr. Doarty, good morning," purred Mr. Pursen. He recognized June with an inclination of his

"Oh, Mr. Secor," she exclaimed, her voice trembling with emotion. "It is awful. I had not seen a paper this

She did not say what else Mr. Doarty had told her, principally by innuendo. Self was forgotten in the real

affliction she felt at sight of her employer's pitiable condition. Secor looked up at her, his old, pleasant smile

"Oh, I guess it's not so bad," he said. "They ought to have me out of here in no time."

Miss Welles came closer to the bedside. Instinctively she guessed why Doarty had brought the girl here.

Secor alone seemed to realize no connection between Mr. Stickler's recent hint and the coming of June

"What is the meaning of this?" he asked. "Miss Lathrop is my secretary. There has been nothing in her

"I guess you don't know who she is, Mr. Secor," said Doarty. "Her name ain't Lathropit's Lynch, Maggie

Lynch, and when I first seen her she was an inmate of Abe Farris's joint on Dearborn."

Secor looked at June questioningly. There was an expression of disbelief in his eyes. The girl dropped her

The horror of it! If he could knowif Ogden Secor of all other men on earth could but know the truththe

At the voicing of the name Maggie Lynch, the Rev. Mr. Pursen stepped suddenly forward. The mists had

been swept from his memory. As distinctly as it had been yesterday he recalled the humiliation that this girl

had put upon him before the representatives of several of the city's great dailies. Even now he flushed at the

memory of the keen shafts of ridicule that had resulted, and which had made the papers of the following day

"Don't you remember her, Mr. Secor?" he cried. "She's the woman we tried so hard to help, and who ignored

Mr. Secor remembered. He recalled the scene within the Grand jury room, and in the antechamber without.

And he recalled many other things of which the others knew nothingthe intelligence and the loyalty of the

girl since she had been in his employ. He remembered the several occasions upon which her tact or judgment

had saved him from severe losses. He thought of the pleasure that he had always experienced in taking up the

day's work since June Lathrop had been with himsomething that he had never realized until that

momentand something of a dull ache oppressed his heart with the sudden knowledge that it was all over.

He had always thought of her merely as a part of the office force. He had never for a moment considered her

in any other light than a faithful and almost flawless stenographernor did he now; yet there was a distinct

sensation of personal loss accompanying the knowledge that he could now no longer employ her in so

intimate a capacity as that of private secretary. His Puritanical prudery was too deeply ingrained to permit

To him, so far as his own personal association with such a person was concerned, the girl was as good as

damned. He would as easily have considered consociation with a leper, though he would have been equally as

willing to have helped either one or the other in any other way that did not require him to come into contact

"What did you bring her here for?" he asked wearily. "There has been nothing in her deportment since she

has been in my employ but what was entirely proper. It seems unnecessary that she should be subjected to

"Her deportment *in the office* may have been all right," spoke up Mr. Doarty, "but we don't know so much

"You see, Mr. Secor," went on the plainclothes man, "one of the guys that slugged you hangs out at Abe

Farris's saloon, an' I seen Mag here, not so long ago, feedin' up in a beanery with another crook that hangs out

at Farris'sEddie the Dip's his name," and Doarty shot a sudden look in June's direction in time to see the

"We got a dragnet out for Eddie now, an' when we get him I guess we'll have all three of 'em,'' concluded

During the conversation June was aware that Miss Welles had drawn away from her, casting such a look of

horror and disgust in her direction as might have withered her completely could looks wither.

Mr. Pursen, too, stood coldly aloof, while Stickler looked nervously down into Michigan Avenue from the

Ogden Secor half raised himself upon his elbow. He looked straight into June Lathrop's eyes, and hers met

"Miss Lathrop," he said, in a very quiet voice, "are you in any way responsible for the rifling of the safetell

The girl's eyes never left his for a moment. Her reply was but a single word, delivered without emphasis, in a

"You may all go!" he cried in a petulant voice. "I am surprised, Miss Castrol," to the nurse, "that you should

Doarty looked his surprise, and seemed on the point of arguing, when the doctor placed a hand on his

"Quick!" said the physician. "Get out of here, or I cannot be responsible for the recovery of this patient."

With a weary sigh Ogden Secor turned away from herhe made no reply. The doctor led her to the door.

Outside were those who had preceded her from the apartment. Mr. Pursen was the first to speak. He pointed

Her eyes filled with unshed tears, the girl walked quickly down the hall. At the elevator stood Doarty.

"This town's too wicked for an innocent girl like you," and from his tone she knew that he meant itthat

For a long month Ogden Secor lay at St. Luke's. Surgeons pulled their whiskers, glaring owllike at the

patient the while they wondered why the deuce nature had not come to their rescue. At last she didto some

They advised him to seek change and rest in a long ocean voyage; but he felt that his business, already long

neglected, needed him. Not that he longer found the old keen delight in anticipation of strenuous coping with

the storms and buffetings of the commercial world, but rather that habit drove him to it.

He found conditions in a frightful muddle. No one seemed to know what had been transpiring in the

officeStickler least of all. Secor did not deem it necessary to question Sammyit had been better for him

One of his first inquiries was for Miss Lathrop. Mr. Stickler looked at him in surprise.

"Why, I discharged her, Mr. Secor," he said. "You certainly cannot mean that you would have cared to

Mr. Stickler explained. It soon became evident to him that there was something radically wrong with his

employer. There was a blank look of utter incomprehension upon Ogden Secor's face.

"It is odd," he said at last, "that I do not recall any of the incidents which you relate. You are quite sure,

As day succeeded day Ogden Secor realized more and more fully what an unusual secretary Miss Lathrop

had been. He no longer mentioned her to Mr. Stickler, but he missed her very much, just the same. At times

he recalled with a start the things that Stickler had told him about the girl's past, and then he would realize

that after all it would have been impossible to have retained her. It was too bad, he thought; too badsuch

As to Stickler's assertion that she had connived with the cracksmen, furnishing them the combination to the

Months rolled by. September came again. Long since Mr. Stickler had realized that his chief's memory was

far from what it had been prior to the injuries he had received at the hands of the burglars. Ogden Secor, too,

had guessed at something of the sort. He seemed to have lost his grasp. His usually alert mind was no longer

Not only did he find it more and more difficult to close contracts, but those that he did obtain netted him

losses now instead of the profits of the past. There was a leak somewhere, but Ogden Secor was not mentally

Matters went from bad to worse. His losses on the year's work entailed the necessity of mortgaging the bulk

of his realestate holdings to complete a large public works contract in a neighboring city. Unable longer to

concentrate his mind upon the work in hand, it ran completely away with him. Stickler assumed more and

High prices were paid for inferior material, and for large amounts that were never delivered. Where the

difference went the books of the corporation did not show, and if they had it is doubtful if Ogden Secor's

waning mentality would have been able to understand that he was being persistently and systematically

The final blow came when the engineers of the city for which the work was being done refused to accept it on

the grounds that scarcely any of the material used was up to specifications. Coincidentally Mr. Stickler

resigned his position with John Secor Co., to accept the management of a stronger competitor.

An expensive lawsuit followed the refusal of the municipality, for which the work had been done, to pay the

bill. In the end Secor lost. Bankruptcy proceedings followed, and on the first of the following February

Ogden Secor found himself a ruined manalmost penniless, and broken as well in health and mentality.

With the exception of a worthless and barren farm in Idaho and a few articles of clothing, he had disposed of

everything he possessed in an endeavor to meet the demands of his creditors. The farm, too, would have gone

During the past few months of mental and nervous stress Secor had seen but little of Sophia Welles. He had

not felt equal to the rounds of social activity which constituted her life, nor had he found her generously

Now that the end had come he sought her, hoping against hope that the ubiquitous Mr. Pursen would not be

She did not need the evidence of his tired and haggard face to realize the demand that might presently be

made upon her sympathy and generosityshe had but just laid aside the noon edition of an afternoon paper

in which she had perused the last of the rapidly dwindling references to a failure that had at first occupied a

large part of the front pages of many editions. Sophia Welles knew at last that Ogden Secor was a hopelessly

"I am glad that you have come today, Ogden," she said, after a brief exchange of greetings. "For almost a

year now I have had a great load weighing heavily upon my shoulders."Miss Welles did not say upon her

heart" and I am only sorry that I did not speak of it long ago, for I can only too well realize the motives

that may now be unjustly attributed to me in pressing the subject at this time of temporary financial trouble in

"To be quite frank, I discovered long since that my affections were surely directing themselves toward

another. I should have told you at once, but I was not sure at first, and I dreaded causing you useless pain."

She paused. Secor looked at her through dull eyes. It was evident that he was going to take it much harder

It is true that not once since his accident had he spoken to her of their engagement. There had never been

much in the way of sentimental exchanges between them, so that the absence of these had aroused little or no

surprise in the girl's mind. She was glad now that it had been so, for it was going to make a difficult job much

Yet it was going to be hard enoughshe could see that. She wondered why he didn't say something.

"I am quite sure, Sophia," he said, "that I shall always be most satisfied with what brings you the greatest

She noted the puzzled expression on his face, attributing it to a natural desire to learn who had supplanted

"I feel," she explained, "that we are not exactly suited to one anotherour ideals are not the same. You do

not find interest in that which interests me most, and so it seems to me that as there may never be any

deeprooted common interest between us that we should soon be most unhappy together."

The puzzled expression seemed to have been growing upon the handsome face of Mr. Ogden Secor.

"Mr. Pursen, on the contrary," went on Miss Welles, "feels precisely as I do upon the subjects that are closest

to my heartthey are the same that are closest to his. "In fact, Ogden, I am going to ask you to release me

Involuntarily Ogden Secor's mouth opened but whether in surprise or because of a terrible shock to his love

and pride it would have been difficult to say. Miss Welles attributed it to the latter. At last he found words.

"My dear Sophia," he said, "you know perfectly well that if you love Mr. Pursen I shall be the last person on

earth to stand in the way of your realizing to the full every happiness that may be found at his disposal. I

congratulate you, Sophiasincerelyand I beg that you will give no further thought to me other than as a

"You are very generous, Ogden," she said, as she bade him goodby, glad that the ordeal was so easily over.

It would have been a much surprised Miss Welles could that young lady have read Ogden Secor's thoughts as

he ran down the broad steps before her home and made his way to the nearest elevated station.

"And to think," thought he, "that for over a year I have been engaged to Sophia Welles without once recalling

the fact! Those cracksmen most assuredly cracked something belonging to Ogden Secor beside his safe."

It was with a feeling of relief and elation that he had not felt before for months that he strode along the street.

Evidently the obligation of his engagement had been weighing upon him heavily through the medium of his

subconsciousness without his having once objectively sensed other than an inexplicable call to duty that had

As he walked toward the elevated he tried to recall under what circumstances he had become engaged to Miss

Welles. As he viewed the matter now it was difficult to realize that any possible contingency could have

arisen that would have caused him to look with tender affection upon the cold and calculating Sophia.

The loss of his fortune affected Ogden Secor less than might have been expected. Possibly he did not fully

realize the completeness of his financial ruin, or what it was bound to mean to him. In a way he felt

principally a certain relief from the galling pressure and annoyances of the past bitter year. No longer was he

weighted with burdensome responsibilities and grave apprehensionsthe worst had happened. There was no

Vaguely he felt that he could again build up a fortune equal to that which was gone; but there was none of the

oldtime assurance and determination that had marked him in the pastit seemed quite impossible for him

to concentrate his mind for a sufficient length of time upon the subject to formulate even the foundation of a

He sought out old friends upon whose business acumen he might rely with the intention of talking over his

plans with them, for at last, and the first time in his life, Ogden Secor felt unequal to the task of reasoning for

The first man to whom he went was the president of a bank of which Secor was still a director, and with

which he had transacted the bulk of his banking business. The president was an old personal friend, a man of

about Secor's own age, a member of the same clubs and the same set. Heretofore he had been wont to drop

whatever had been engaging him and come into the anteroom to greet Secor whenever he had chanced to call.

"Well, Secor," he said, "what can I do for you?" Heretofore it had always been "Ogden." There was an

unquestionable air of haste in his manner, too; nor did he take Mr. Secor familiarly by the arm and drag him

into his luxurious private office as formerly. It was just: "Well, Secor, what can I do for you?"

Those who are congenitally inefficient are prone to sensitiveness, and the same is often true of men who,

through illness or preposterous circumstance, find themselves temporarily unfit to cope with the stern

demands of modern success building. Supersensitiveness ofttimes begets a preternatural and almost uncanny

Ogden Secor had never been oversensitive. Until now he had not appreciated the fact that there could

possibly be any material difference in the Ogden Secor of yesterday and the Ogden Secor of today. He had

never gaged men by their bank accounts, so it is not strange that he should have been unsuspecting that any

The words and manner of the bank president, however, awoke him violently and painfully, for Ogden Secor

was now, whatever he might have been in the past, an inefficient, and, accordingly, a supersensitive.

"There is nothing that you can do for me, Norton," he said. "I just dropped in for a chat. You're busy, though,

"I *am* mighty busy today," replied the bank president, a trifle more cordially. "Come in again some time,

When he reached the street he found himself cold all overcold with a heartcoldness with which the bleak

February northeaster had nothing to do. He did not venture to call upon another friend. Instead he dropped

into a bar on La Salle Street and took a stiff drink of whisky. It was the first time he had done that for a

The drink warmed him, sending an intoxicating, if artificial, renewal of hope and confidence surging through

There was a genial stranger drinking alone at the same bar. He commented upon the severity of the storm.

Ogden Secor, friends with all the world now, entered into conversation with him.

"Wish I was back in Idaho," remarked the stranger, "where I could get thawed out and see that the sun was

"Not where I come from," replied the stranger. "I got a little fruitranch down in the SouthWestern corner

of the State. Greatest little climate in the world, sir; never gets anywheres near zero; and sunshine! Why,

man, you ain't got a bowin' acquaintance with old Sol back here. Three hundred and sixty days of sunshine

Secor smiled. "You remind me of the boosters of sunny southern California," he laughed.

"Don't," said the Idahoan, raising a deprecating hand. "What *I'm* tellin' you is the truth."

"'Bout ten miles south of Goliath. Goliath's a division headquarters on the Short Line."

"Goliath," repeated Secor. "Why, I've got a ranch around there somewhere myselftook it on a trade years

"Sort o' funny for a man to forget a hundredandsixtyacre ranch," remarked the stranger a bit skeptically.

During the following week Ogden Secor drank a great deal more than was good for him, or for any man.

Several times he met old acquaintances on the streets. Ever eager now to discover changes in the attitude of

former friends, he was quick to note the seeming coldness of their greetings, and the remarkable stress of

After each encounter he sought the nearest bar. His mind was much occupied with thoughts of his forgotten

ranch, and when a summons to his attorneys' offices revealed the fact that the final settlement with his

creditors would leave him with several hundred dollars of unexpected wealth, he obtained an advance from

them, purchased a ticket for Goliath, Idaho, and shook the grimy snow of the Loop from his feethe hoped

FROM La Salle Street to Goliath Idaho, is ordinarily a matter of some two days' travel; but it required the

On the train he had become acquainted with an alert and plausible stranger who owned a gold mine in the

mountains north of Ketchum. All that was needed for development was a few hundred dollars' worth of

By the time the train reached Shoshone, Ogdon Secor was inoculated with the insidious virus of

goldfeverthat mad malady which races whitehot through the veins of its victims, distorting every mental

In possession of all his faculties at their best, Secor could never have been trapped so easily; but what with

weakened mental and physical powersthe result, primarily, of the work of the cracksmen, and later of the

effects of alcohol, he fell an easy prey to the highly imaginative enthusiasm of his new acquaintance.

And so it befell that he left the train at Shoshone, and in company with the owner of the gold mine, boarded

Ketchum is, or at that time was, a squalid wreck of a place; but, like every other settlement of its stamp it

boasted several saloons. To one of these the mineowner led his victim. Here they discussed ways, means,

and barbedwire whisky until Secor passed over the few hundred dollars remaining to him that his new

partner might go forth and purchase the necessary machinery and the outfit that was to transport it and them

Secor, waiting, drank with the proprietor, with the loungers about the place, and with others who drifted in

Next morning Secor awoke, partially sobered, to a realization of the truth. He had been fleeced. He was

friendless and all but penniless in a strange town; but, worst of all, his nerve was gone.

The year that followed was a hideous nightmare of regret and shame, the sole surcease from which was

Often times he was hungry, for there was little chance to earn money in Ketchum. Again he did odd jobs

about one or the other of the several saloons when a flash of his waning self pride or the growing desire for

Later he was given work as a clerk in the general store, his knowledge of accounting proving of value to the

proprietor. This man, realizing that the continuous use of whisky would have no tendency to increase the

value of his new clerk, employed him with the understanding that for six months he was to have but a small

percentage of his wages weeklyjust enough after the store closed Saturday night to permit of a mild orgy

At the termination of the six months, Secor demanded the balance of his accrued wage, and received it. Much

to his employer's surprise, he failed to spend it immediately for drink. Instead, he did what he had been

In his mind was a determination to seek his farm and be thereafter independent of any employer. There was,

too, the decision to stop drinking; but little did the man realize the hold the sickness had taken upon him.

Secor found Goliath a thriving town of three or four thousand inhabitants. His first inquiry, notwithstanding

his good resolutions, was for a saloon, nor did he have any difficulty in locating several.

The tiresome journey from Ketchum had given him far too much leisure with only his own gloomy thoughts

A little drink would do no harmthen he would stop. He would never touch it again; but just now his nerves

required the stimulant. Then, too, was it not a wellknown fact that in too sudden a cessation of the habit lay

Ah, criminal fallacy! To you how many countless thousand graves owe their poor, miserable inmates!

And so it happened that at dusk it was a far from sober man who entered the Palace Lunch Room in time for

As he sat slouched down upon his stool, his befogged vision struggling with the blurred and scrawly purple

of the mimeographed billoffare, the girl waiting across the counter from him for his order could scarce

conceal the disgust she felt at his slovenly and unkempt appearance. She could not see his face while his head

was bent low above the greasy card, but she knew that it must be equally as repulsive as his soiled and

Who would have guessed that this object of the contempt of a cheap lunchcounter waitress in a far Western

Presently he looked up into the girl's face. At sight of his features she gave a little involuntary gasp, stepping

The girl eyed him intently for a moment, and then with a sigh of relief forced a smile to her white lips. He

He gave his order and ate in silence, occasionally casting a furtive glance in the girl's direction. When she

"I only just arrived," he explained, "and am not familiar with the town."The meal had sobered him a bit, so

As he ate his pie June stood in front of him, talking. She told him where there was a room in a private family

near by that he could probably get. She was filled with wonder at the change that had taken place in him.

When his face was in repose the depth of sorrow that it revealed touched her heart. In vain she looked for the

Could it be possible that this was the fastidious society and business man she had known but little more than

"I guess so," he replied. "I have a ranch around here somewhere. I've never seen it, but I'm going out

tomorrow to have a look at it, and if it's all right I'll settle here and go to ranching. Much doing in that line?"

"Alfalfa and fruit ranches pay fairly well," she replied. "It depends, of course, on several thingssoil, water

rights and" she hesitated"the man who's ranching. Farming nowadays, you know, is something of an

exact science. To be successful a man must understand that haphazard methods won't work."

"Yes," she replied; "but even then he won't succeed if" she hated to say it, but oh, how she hated to see him

Ogden Secor flushed. He was still far from having lost all selfrespect. Without another word he paid his

check and walked out of the lunchroom. It served him right, he thought, for having entered into familiar

The following morning he engaged a buckboard and a driver for the trip to his ranch. A half hour's hunt

"We may get dry before the day's over," he explained with a grin to the more than willing nativeit would

As he stepped up to the bar and ordered a flask the words of the waitress came suddenly to his mind: "but

even then he won't succeed if he drinks." They seemed to take the keen edge off his appetite for whisky, but

he pocketed the bottle and soon was jogging along through the stifling dust toward the only thing on earth

As they drove along, Secor tried to picture the rolling meadow lands, the shady orchards, the broad, green

fields of wheelhigh, sweetscented alfalfa of his ranch. Never before had he given this least valued of his

possessions more than a passing thought, but now that it seemed to offer him a peaceful haven of rest and

quiet, and utter seclusion from the world that he had known and come to hate, he viewed it through a mind's

eye that glorified and idealized. He could scarce restrain his impatience with the slow, plodding team that

wallowed now through sand to their fetlocks, and again labored upward toward the brow of a rough,

At last they came within sight of a broad, willowfringed river. Low islands, dense thicketed, clove the

strong, swift current with their sharp points. They might have been great, flat ships forging their silent way

toward the distant mountains of the northland and whence the mighty river tumbled roaring downward for its

thousandmile journey to the waters of the lesser stream that steals its identity, onward to the sea.

All was greenishgray or greenishbrown and all was sere and desolate and cold. Here and there little

patches of halfmelted snow lay in the shadows of the sagebrush that dotted the rolling flat beside the river.

Secor was wondering how they were to cross that mighty torrent, for it was evident that the ranch must be

beyond the riverthere were no signs of habitation, no rolling meadow lands, no shady orchards, no green

alfalfa fields within his ken upon the river's hither side. He realized, of course, that the season precluded a full

consummation of his dream, but there would at least be plenty to suggest the beauties of the Spring and

Secor looked at him searchingly. Already the truth was learing at him with a contemptuous grin.

"Is this it?" he asked, nodding his head in a half swing that took in the surrounding desert.

For weeks Secor frequented the Q. P. saloon at Goliath, emerging occasionally to eat and sleep. Every time

he ate he was reminded of the waitress at the Palace Lunch Room, but he didn't go there. He wondered, when

his mind was not entirely befogged by drink, why the girl should cling so tenaciously to his memory, and

what cause there could be for the uncomfortable feeling that accompanied recollection of her warningfor

One night Secor was sitting in a stud poker game. The gentleman next to him developed a crouching manner

of inspecting his buried card, placing his eye on a level with the table and barely raising the corner of his own

card. This permitted him to inspect Secor's buried card at the same time. A dozen hands were dealt before

Secor discovered why he always won small pots and lost the large ones. Then he saw that his worthy

opponent not only looked at Secor's buried card, but immediately thereafter passed obvious signals across the

At the following deal Secor did not look at his buried card at all. He merely remained in on the strength of

what he had in sight. From the corner of his eye he saw that the sly one was becoming nervous. Secor bad an

At the betting, Secor raised for the first time, then, purposely, he turned his head away from his cards and the

man at his left to take a drink that stood at his right band. He guessed what would happen. When the drink

was half way to his lips he turned suddenly to the left to discover the sly one in the act of raising his, Secor's,

Like a flash Secor wheeled, dashing his glass with its contents full in the face of the cheater. With the same

move he came to his feet. The other whipped a revolver from beneath his coat. The balance of the players

scattered, and the loungers in the saloon ran for the doorway or dived over the bar for the security its panels

If Secor had been a foot further away from his antagonist he would doubtless have been killed. As it was his

very proximity saved him. There is no easier weapon to parry at close range than a firearm. The slightest

As the gun flashed beneath the electric light, Secor's left arm went up to parry it as if it had been a clenched

right fist aimed at his jaw. The bullet passed harmlessly past him, and with the report of the exploding

The man went backward over his chair, his head striking heavily upon a massive pottery spittoon. Then he

Ogden Secor stood with wide eyes gazing at the prostrate form of his antagonistdazed. The bartender

poked his head above the sheltering breastwork of the bar. Seeing that the shooting appeared to be over he

emerged. His first act was to remove the gun from the nerveless fingers of the supine man. Then he turned

Secor shook his head negatively. A moment later the players and the loungers returned to bend over the quiet

form upon the floor. With them came the sheriff and a doctor. The former, after questioning the bartender,

took Secor into custody, as several men carried the injured gambler into a back room.

All night Ogden Secor sat sleepless in his bare cell. He was very sober now, and the depths to which he had

sunk were revealed to him in all their appalling horridness. It was unthinkable, and yet it was truehe,

Ogden Secor, a participant in a drunken, saloon brawl! Tomorrow, or as soon as they should release him, he

would seek out the man he had struck and apologize to him, although he knew that the fellow deserved all

He was sorry now that the bullet intended for him had not. found him. It would have been better so, and

infinitely easier than to go on living the worthless, besotted life that he was surely headed for.

About eight o'clock in the morning the sheriff entered the corridor outside his cell.

"How's Thompson this morning?" asked Secor. Thompson was the name of the cheater.

"I guess he's comfortable," said the officer with a grin. "He ain't sent back for nothin'."

Secor collapsed upon the hard bench at the side of his cell. He felt as though some mighty hand had struck

him heavily over the heart. There was a look in his eyes that the sheriff had never seen in the eyes of another

It was neither fear nor horrorthe sheriff could not have interpreted it, for he knew not to what heights pride

of name, of family, of station, birth, and breeding may lift a man above the sordid crimes, nor how awful is

the plunge from such a pinnacle to the bottomless pit of shame which Ogden Secor's naked soul was

"You needn't take it hard," said the sheriff kindly. "You hit him in selfdefencethere's half a dozen

witnesses to that and to the fact that you wasn't armed. It was hittin' the spittoon with the back of his head that

killed him. There ain't a jury in Idaho that'd find you guilty. You'd ought to have a medal, for of all the ornery

After the sheriff left him Ogden Secor sat with bowed head, his chin resting in his palms. He was surprised

that the thought that he had killed a fellow man should not weigh more heavily upon him. It was the

debauching degradation that had led up to the killing that caused him the most suffering.

The words of the waitress at the Palace Lunch Room came back to him once more: "but even then he won't

succeed if he drinks." Well, he wasn't succeeding in anything except getting rid of his little store of money.

What in the world was there for him to succeed at, anyway? he thought. If the ranch had been any good he

would have pitched in there and worked hard. There he could have led a decent life, and earned a respectable

livinghe had no ambition for anything greater; but the sight of the arid sagebrush wilderness which had

dispelled his dreams of fertile orchard, field, and meadow land, had so discouraged him that, since, he had

been able to see no brighter ray than that which is reflected from the liquid fire that crossed the bar of the Q.

As he sat buried in vain regrets and sorrowful memories, weighed down by thoughts of his utter

friendlessness and loneliness, he became aware of the presence of someone approaching his cell along the

Not sufficiently interested even to look up, he sat with eyes riveted upon the cold, gray cement of his prison

floor. It was not until the footfalls halted before the bars of his cell that he raised his eyes. With a little start of

surprise he came to his feet. Before him, smiling down into his face, stood the waitress of the Palace Lunch

"I thought," she said, "that you might be lonesome herethat there might be something I could do for you."

If June Lathrop had required any reward for the generous impulse that had sent her to Secor's side in the time

of his adversity she was amply repaid by the expression that lighted his face at her words. He almost choked

"And I was just thinking," he said, "how absolutely friendless I am here. It is awfully good of youI don't

know how to thank you; but really you ought not to be here. I'm notnot the sort of person a decent girl

To what awful depths of selfabasement must Ogden Secor have sunk to voice such a sentiment as this! June

"You mustn't say that," she said. "The sheriff told me all about it, and that youit was in selfdefence."

"It isn't that," said Secor. "It's that I was there at allgambling in a saloonand drunk. Drunk! I should

have thought that would have killed whatever natural sympathy a woman might feel for a man who had killed

another, even in selfdefence. And," he continued, "do you remember the warning that you gave me the first

"I have, a hundred times," he said. "And wondered why I should. I've wondered, too, what prompted

She mustered all her courage. It was less on her own account that she dreaded telling him than on his. To be

befriended by her might seem the last strawthe final depth below which there was no sinking.

Secor shook his head. "No," he said, "I don't know you, but there is something mighty familiar about your

THE coroner's jury exonerated Secor. He was never brought to trial. For two weeks he remained in jail

waiting the action of the grand jury. That body returned a no bill, and Ogden Secor stepped once more into

During the period of his incarceration June had visited hirn daily. She felt, in a measure, a certain sense of

obligation. This man, by a smile and a pleasant word, had set her feet back into the path of rectitude at a time

when hope was gone from her life. She could do no laess than exert what small influence she might wield to

She was glad that he had not remembered her, or at least that he had pretended that he did not. She was not

sure which was the true explanation of his nonrecognition. As yet she had not guessed the serious nature of

Between the noon and evening meals June had a couple of hours to herself, and it was at this period that she

visited Secor in his cell. He came to look forward eagerly to her comingexcept for a few of the Q. P.'s

It was June who brought him word of the grand jury's action. The kindly sheriff, meeting her at the jail's door,

as he himself was bearing the news to the prisoner, told her that Secor was a free man, and that she might

"I reckon he'd rather hear it from them pretty lips, anyway," he added, winking knowingly.

June flushed. It had never occurred to her that any one might find foundation for imagining the existence of

tender sentiments between herself and Ogden Secor in her daily visits to the prisoner. So it was with an

Secor received the news of his final exoneration without any show of elation. June looked at him in surprise.

"Doesn't it make you happy" she exclaimed. "Why, I wanted to throw up my hat and shout when the sheriff

He shook his head. "Why should it make me happy?" he asked. "What am I coming out to? Who cares

whether I am in or out?" And then at the hurt look which she could not hide, he exclaimed, regretfully: "Oh, I

didn't mean that exactlyI know that you care, and it means everything to me to know that there is one

good, kind heart in the world; but, Miss Lathrop, your generosity would go out the same to a yellow

"You can't help being kind and sweet, for your soul is pure and trueI can read it in your eyes; but even that

"And what am I coming out to" he went on. "I'm coming out to the Q. P.that 'll be the first place I'll head

She stretched her hand between the iron bars and laid her slim fingers on the man's arm. Her eyes were dim

"Oh, don't," she pleaded, "please don't! You mustn't throw your life away. Remember who you arewhat

you have beenwhat you may be again. Oh, won't you promise me that you'll never touch it again?"

The tearfilled eyes, the pleading voice, the touch upon his arm, sent a sudden thrill through every fiber of

Ogden Secor's being. Never before had he realized half the beauties of the girl's face and soul as revealed that

He forgot that he was Ogden Secorthat she was a waitress in a cheap lunchroom. Slowly his hand crept up

until his fingers closed upon hers. He leaned forward close to the intervening bars. There was a light in his

"June!" he whispered, his voice now husky with emotion. "I can stopI can do anything for your sake. June,

Like a flash the girl snatched her hand from his. Her fingers flew across his lips as though to smother the

"*No!*" she fairly shouted. "Oh, God, you don't know what you are saying! Don't say itdon't think it. It is

*too awful*!" and pressing her clenched hands to her face she turned and almost ran from the jail.

For a moment Secor stood as though stunned. He had seen the horror mirrored in the girl's eyesand he had

A few minutes later he was released from jail. He did not hesitate. With long, eager strides he made straight

For a month he scarce drew a sober breath. Then he landed in jail againthis time as a plain "drunk"he

June heard of it, and came to his cell early the next morning. He met her look almost defiantly, but at the pain

"I shouldn't think you want to sully your name by coming to see the town drunkard," he said; and then,

bitterly, "I'd have stopped for your sake even without your love. I don't blame you for that; but you needn't

"Oh, it wasn't that," she cried. "You must know that I couldn't come to see you, or want so to help you, if I

"Then what is the reason? Why can't I tell you that I love you, June?" he insisted. "Tell me."

"I would do anything on earth for you, Ogden," she said, "except let you love me. Why can't you let me help

you to win back the biggest thing you have lostyour selfrespect? The rest will be easy then, and when you

have it once more you'll want to get down on your knees and thank June Lathrop that she wouldn't let you fall

"I'll try," he said, "for your sake; but how am I to beginwhat is there for me to do?"

"Your ranch," she returned promptly. You told me that you had a ranch down near the river."

Secor laughed. "I went to see it when I first came out. It's nothing but an unfenced sagebush desert. No

"With a shovel and a pan, you can get a living wage out of the gravel anywhere along the river," she

answered. "And you can live clean and decent. You're making nothing here, and you're living like a hog."

Ogden Secor flushed. The words stung him, and because they stung, they did more to crystalize the good

intentions that the girl's pleas had aroused than would further pleading, for they awoke with him the

"I'll do it, June," he said, "for your sake; but give me something to hope for, if I succeed. Tell me that you

"When you are back where you should be," she said, "I mean physically, morally, and mentally, you won't

The police magistrate before whom Secor was arraigned had acquired local celebrity through the success he

had made of keeping Goliath fairly free of bums and hoboes. The sheriff and the constabulary worked with

him. They arrested every undesirable stranger upon the streets, and the judge forthwith put them back upon

the streets, padlocked to a long chain. There they worked out their sentences until, released, they shook the

dust of Goliath from their feet, nor ever thereafter ventured within her limits.

To this good judge Mr. Ogden Secor looked like any other drunken bum that was hailed before him. There

was, it is true, that about the cut of his disheveled clothes which proclaimed a onetime smartness; but this

rather militated against the defendant, for in it the judge saw more sinister signs than mere

worthlessnessEastern crooks, he knew, were ofttimes smartly clothed, or the man might have stolen the

Before those three awful days were over, Ogden Secor was more thoroughly sober than ever he had been in

all his lifeeven in the days that he did not drink. He worked with eyes bent upon the ground, never once

raising them. Through his mind ran four wordsthe words of hope and encouragement that June Lathrop

had spoken: " There's the river." But now it was a grim and sinister interpretation that he put upon them.

"There's the river! " He could scarce wait for the knocking of his galling fetters from his ankle. "There's the

river!" Yes, and there, too, lay forgetfulness of the hideous humiliation of these frightful days.

June Lathrop saw him in the chaingang, as the motley crew worked upon the streets of Goliath. She turned

her head away lest he should see that she had seen, and hurrying to her room, threw herself face down upon

the bed, sobbing. Her tears were for him, for the hideous laceration of his pride that she could read in the bent

head and the stooping shoulders. He had looked like an old man, tottering to his grave beneath a hopeless

God, how it had hurt her! Yet by all the ageold traits that are ascribed to humanity she, of all others in the

world, should have found sinister rejoicing in the suffering of this man. But instead, there came to her for the

first time a realization of the one thing above all others that might make her life even more miserable than it

She knew now that she had always loved himsince that day that he had met her in the antechamber of the

grand jury room. She saw now why she had set herself the task of reclaiming him. She saw, too, why she had

experienced such horror at the thought of his voicing words of love to herit was because she had loved

him, and because in all the world of men and women, he and she had the least right to love one another.

When Secor's time in the chaingang was up, June was waiting for him outside the jail.

Love had given her the power to read in the humiliation of the man she loved something of the stern resolve

that had found lodgment in his mind. Intuitively she sensed what would be the first impulse of a proud man

She had been a "downandouter" herself. She had been on the verge of the very thing she had guessed

Secor to be contemplatingit had come after that terrible morning at St. Luke'sbut the memory of Ogden

With head still bowed and eyes upon the ground he emerged from the jail. When June fell in beside him, he

did not look up, though he knew that it was shewho else was there in all the world who would be seen

In silence they walked side by side through the little city, down the dusty road toward the cool shadows of the

Secor moved but with one thought in his mindto get beyond the sight of his fellow men. They came at last

June touched his hand gently where it hung at his side, and then her cool fingers closed upon his.

He turned dull eyes upon her, as though for the first time realizing her presence.

"What are you doing here?" he asked; and then, without waiting for her reply, went on: "And you walked at

my side through the streetsthrough the hideous streets where I have worked with a chain upon my ankle,

fastened to vagabonds and criminals, and toto bumsto other bums like myselfdrunken bums! Every

His thoughts now were all for her. There could have been nothing better for his sick brain, nauseated with

"I must have been mad to let you do it," he went on. "Your friends will jeer at you. They will link your name

"You mustn't say that!" she cried. "I won't let you say it! You are not thatyou never could be that. You are

making a mountain of a molehill. It is not the man who falls who receives the censure of his fellows; it's the

man who falls and won't get upwho lies wallowing in the filth of his degradation. The world admires the

"You have told me that you love me." She was speaking rapidly, as though everything in the world hinged

upon the element of time. "You have asked me to love you. Do you expect me to love a *quitter*? You are

thinking this minute of adding the final ignominy to your downfall; you are thinking this minute, Ogden

Secor, of taking your own life. If I could love a quitter, do you think that I could love a*coward*?"

Beneath the lash of her words, the man within him awakened. His shoulders straightened a bit. He looked her

straight in the eyes for the first time that day. He was trying to fathom her interest in him. Presently he

seemed to awaken; a sudden light dawned upon him. Hope lightened the lines of his tired and haggard face.

"June," he cried, "I have been trying to guess why you should have done for me all that you have done. There

can be but one reason. You cannot deny it. Let me hear your lips speak what your acts have proclaimed. Tell

She pushed him gently from her. Her heart ached to be pressed close in the arms of the man she loved; yet

she knew that it could never be. If her love would save him, she had no right to deny it, though she knew that

such an avowal could bring nothing but misery and shame to them both; there never could be any

"I could not deny it now," she said at last, "and if it will help you any to hear me say the thing I have no right

to say, or that you have no right to hear, I can do it for your sake; but beyond the saying of it, Ogden, there

can be nothing. That we must both understand. Why, I cannot tell youI dare not. Do not ask me."

"It will be enough for now," he said, "to hear you say it. Afterward we shall find a way; love always does,

And so she said the thing he wished to hear, nor never in all his life had words sounded sweeter to Ogden

Secor than those three from the lips of the waitress from the Palace Lunch Room.

His shovel and his pan and his crude rocker were his only companions. With the little money that had

remained to him after his wasted days in Goliath he had purchased material and tools for the construction of a

frail shack on his land close to his placer diggings, and had furnished it with such bare necessities as he could

Once a week he walked the ten miles that lay between his camp and Goliath for a few hours with June

Lathrop. These were redletter days for them boththe sole bright spots in their lonely lives peopled by vain

At first lie had tried to wring from the girl an explanation of her refusal to listen to a suggestion of their

marriage; but finding that the subject caused her only unhappiness, he desisted. The Q. P. knew him no more

during these days, and the change that was wrought in him by abstinence and healthful, outdoor labor was

little short of marvelous. He grew to take a keen pleasure in his physical fitness, and with renewed health of

body came a return of his former mental efficiencywhat the surgeons, tinkering with his hurt skull, had

been unable to accomplish, nature did; slowly, it is true, but none the less effectively.

As his vigor of mind increased, his memory returned in part, so that he was constantly haunted by a growing

conviction that somewhere, some place far from Goliath, he had known June Lathrop, and that she had been

intimately associated with that other life that was once again taking concrete form in his recollections.

Not that he had ever entirely forgotten his past, for he had not. Rather, he recalled it as through a haze which

confused and distorted details so that he was never quite sure of the true identity of what he saw back there in

But after all else was plain the figure of the June Lathrop of the past still remained little else than an

intangible blur. There was something needed to recall her more distinctly than his unaided memory could

The gold that Secor washed from the gravel of the old river bar was barely sufficient to meet his daily needs.

As a result his ranchhe always laughed as he referred to the bit of sagebrush desert as "my ranch"was

sold for taxes. The time was approaching when, if he would regain it, he must act; but having no money, he

"Of course the land is not worth the taxes," he said; "but somehow I have grown attached to itit's the only

"Not worth the taxes?" she exclaimed. "Why, Ogden Secor, where have you been for the last six months?

Didn't you know that the new government reclamation project is at last an assured fact, and that your land

will jump from nothing an acre to something like a hundred dollars an acre overnight?"

"Why, your land is right in the center of itthere is every chance in the world that the new town will be

"Not I," he said; "for I couldn't raise the money to redeem the ranch if my life depended on it."

He told her. The next day, Monday, she drew her savings from the bank and turned them over to Secor.

At first, when she had suggested this thing, he had refused flatly, but after talking with several men who were

well posted, he had seen that there was no question but that the land would increase in value immensely and

The same day word came of the exact location of the proposed townit brought definite information to the

effect that a large portion of Secor's holdings would lie directly in the business center of the town, and the

balance on the gentle rise back from the river that had been set apart for residential purposes.

June and Ogden were so elated they could scarcely contain themselves. Nothing would do but that they must

celebrate with a dinner at the Short Line Hotelthe most pretentious hostelry of Goliath. At first June

demurred, but Ogden was insistent, and so she asked for the afternoon and evening off.

They strolled together beside the little stream where he had wrung from her lips an avowal of the love she

had no right to harbor for Ogden Secor. Once again he revived the subject that had long been taboo, urging

her to forget whatever to him unfathomable scruples kept her from him; but she only shook her head sadly,

and when he saw how unhappy it made her he tried to drop the subject, though he found it most difficult to

As they approached the hotel where they were to hold their modest celebration the Limited from the East lay

along the platform, up and down which the passengers were strolling. To reach the diningroom it was

necessary to walk past a part of the long line of Pullmans and as they did so Secor was suddenly confronted

"My dear Secor," he exclaimed, "what in the world are you doing here? We have all wondered what could

And then turning toward the open window of a drawingroom he called, "Oh, Sophia, see whom I have

Sophia Welles Pursen looked from the windowshe and the Rev. Mr. Pursen were on their bridal trip. She

saw Ogden Secor and beside him she saw another whom she recognized. Coldly she barely inclined her head,

Then Mr. Pursen looked at Ogden Secor's companion for the first time. He, too, recognized her.

"My gracious!" he exclaimed. His eyes went wide in holy horror. "My gracious! Excuse me, Secor, but the

train is about to start." And without a backward glance be hastened toward his car.

The sight of Sophia Welles and the Rev. Mr. Pursen, and the glances of contempt they had shot toward June

Lathrop, had done in an instant what months of vain attempt at recollection had failed to do. With the

suddenness of an unexpected slap in the face there returned to Ogden Secor the memory of the last time he

As clearly as if it had been but yesterday he saw the figures about his bed as he lay propped up upon his

He saw Sophia Welles and the Rev. Mr. Pursen. He saw Stickler, nervous and unstrung, and he saw Doarty,

Slowly a dull red crept across his face. He turned toward June. The look of misery in her eyes showed that

He took her by the arm and led her into the diningroom. She scarce realized what she was doing when she

permitted herself to go with him. He found a table in a corner, seating himself across from her.

"But he was righthe couldn't recognize me," she replied wearily. Then she rose from the table. "I'll go

now," she said "I don't know why I came in hereI must have beenstunned. I knew that you would find

"The only terrible thing about it," he said, "is that there should be such people as the Rev. and Mrs. Pursen in

"I have guessed for a long time, June," he replied, "that there was something in your past life that you thought

would make our marriage impossible if I knew of it. You have misjudged me. I do not care what you have

been or what you have done. That is pastit can't be helped now, or undone. All I know is that I love you,

and now that I know all there is to be known, there can be no further reason why you should hesitate longer."

The old smile lighted his face. "Oh, June," he said, "can't you see that it is only our love that counts? If *you*

can forget what* I* have beenif you can forget the saloon brawlsif you can forget the

chaingangwhat have you done that I may not forget? For you were but a young girl, while I was a strong

man. Nothing that you may have been can exceed in ignominy the depth to which I sunk."

"You do not remember all, then," she said sadly. "You have forgotten what Doarty accused me ofgiving

"I remember everything," he replied, "but I do not believe itno, I do not want you even to deny it, for that

"I am glad that you don't believe it," she said, "for that, at least, was not true! But the rest is trueabout

"Let's not speak of it," he said. "It doesn't change my love for you. I am sorry that it had to be so, but it is, and

we must make the best of it, just as we must make the best of the memory of what I became here in

Goliaththe town drunkard. I want you, June, and now there is nothing more to keep you from me. Tell me,

She was about to reply when a broadshouldered man arose from a table behind them. As he approached

June was the first to see his face. At sight of him she turned deathly paleit was Doarty. He stepped to her

"Well, Mag," he said, "I've had a devil of a time finding you; but I've got you at last."

"What does this mean?" he cried. "Who are you? What is it, June? What does he mean?"

Mr. Doarty did not recognize Mr. Ogden Secor, whom he had seen but once or twice and then under very

"It means, bo," said Mr. Doarty, "that your lady friend is under arrest for the murder of John Secor four years

THE case of the People *versus* June Lathrop, alias Maggie Lynch, came to trial in the old Criminal Court

Building. Since her arrest June had persistently refused to see Ogden Secor, though he had repeatedly

endeavored to have word with her. She felt that his desire to come to her was prompted solely by gratitude for

her loyalty to him when their positions had been reversedwhen he had been the prisoner.

How the case had come to be revived no one seemed able to explain. A scarehead morning newspaper had

used it as an example of the immunity from punishment enjoyed by the powers of the underworldshowing

how murder, even, might be perpetrated with perfect safety to the murderer. It hinted at police

indifferenceeven at police complicity. No Secor millions longer influenced the placing of advertising

The police in selfdefense explained that they had never ceased to work upon the case, and that they were

already in possession of sufficient evidence to convictall they required was a little more time to locate the

It happened that Doarty knew more about the almost forgotten details of the affair than any other officer on

the force, so to Doarty was given the herculean task of locating Maggie Lynch. Another officer was entrusted

with the establishment of a motive for the crime and an investigation of the antecedents of Maggie Lynch.

The results of the efforts of these two sagacious policemen were fully apparent as the trial progressed.

At first it seemed that there would be neither lawyer nor witnesses for the defense, but at the eleventh hour

both were forthcoming. Ogden Secor had seen to that, and there was presented the remarkable spectacle of a

young man working tooth and nail in the building up of the defense of the woman charged with the murder of

All that he knew at first was that she had been an inmate of the house where John Secor had dropped dead of

heart disease. The State, to establish a motive brought a slender, grayhaired woman from a little village fifty

She was sprung as a surprise upon the defense, and as she was called to the witness chair from the

antechamber, June Lathrop half rose from her chairher lips parted and her face dead white.

The eyes of the little woman ran eagerly over the courtroom. When they rested at last upon the face of the

defendant, tears welled in them, and with a faint cry and outstretched arms she took a step toward June.

Her story was a simple one, and simply told. She related the incident of the first meeting of "John Smith" and

June Lathrop. Smith's automobile had stalled in front of the Lathrop homestead, and while the chauffeur

tinkered, the master had come to the door asking for a drink of water. He had seen June, and almost from that

instant his infatuation for the girl had been evident. Afterward he came often to the little village where the

Finally he spoke of marriage. June had told her mother of it, and that she hesitated because of the great

difference in their agesshe respected and admired John Smith, but she did not know that she loved him.

He brought her beautiful presents, and there were promises of a life of luxury and easesomething the girl

had never known, for her father had died when she was a baby, and the mother had been able to eke out but a

bare existence since. It had been the promise of ease and plenty for her mother's declining years that had

They had been married quietly by a justice of the peace, and had been driven directly to town in Smith's

The former Secor chauffeur established the identity of Smith as John Secor. He distinctly recalled their first

visit to the Lathrop home, and almost weekly trips to the little town thereafter. He positively identified the

defendant as the girl whom, with John Secor, he had driven from the Lathrop home to the city on the day of

"Where did you leave the couple after arriving here?" asked the State's attorney.

When June was called to the stand she corroborated all that had gone before. It seemed that a motive had

"Did you know the nature of the place to which Mr. Smith took you at the time?" asked her attorney.

"I did not. He told me that it was a family hotel, and when, after we had been there a few days, I remarked on

the strange actions of the other gueststheir late hours, ribald songs, and evidences of intoxication, he

"Of course. I had never been away from home in my life. I knew absolutely nothing about the existence even

of such places as that, or of the forms of vice and sin that were openly flaunted there. I was so ignorant of

such things that I believed him when he told me that the men who came nightly to the place were the

husbands of the women there. We had a room on the second floor, and though I heard much that passed in the

house, I saw very little out of the way, as we kept closely to our room when we were in the place."

"When did you discover that your 'husband' already had a wife living, and that his name was John Secor and

"About half an hour after he dropped dead in the hallway," she replied. "Abe Farris came to me and told me.

He offered me a hundred dollars to keep still and pretend that I had never seen or heard of Mr. Secor. I didn't

take the money. I was heartbroken and sick with horror and terror and shame. I wouldn't have told any one of

my disgrace under any circumstances. Farris kept me there for two days longer, telling me that the police

would arrest me if I went out. Finally I determined to leave, for at last I knew the whole truth of the sort of

"Then Farris urged me to stay there and go to work for him. When I refused, he explained that I was already

ruined, and even laughed when I told him that I did not know that I was not legally married to Mr. Smith.

'You don't think for a minute that any one'll swallow that yarn, do you?' he asked. 'If you want to keep out of

jail you'd better stay right hereyou can't never be no worse off than you are now.'

"I began to feel that he was right, yet I insisted on leaving, and then he had my clothes taken from me, saying

that I owed him money for board that Mr. Secor had not paid, and that he would not let me go until I paid

"I think that I must have been almost mad from grief and terror. I know that at last I grew not to care what

became of me, and when Farris made me think that I could escape arrest only by remaining with him, I gave

up, for the thought that my mother would learn the awful truth were I to be brought to trial was more than I

Farris testified that he had been the first to tell the girl that the man she thought her husband was the husband

Afterward two reputable physicians testified that they had performed a postmortem examination upon John

Secor's bodythat there had been no evidence of poison in his stomach, or bruises, abrasions, or wounds

upon his body, and that there could be no doubt but that death had been the result of an attack of acute

The jury was out but fifteen minutes, returning a verdict of not guilty on the first ballot. To June Lathrop it

meant nothing. It was what she had expected; but though it freed her from an unjust charge, it could never

right the hideous wrong that had been done her, first by an individual in conceiving and perpetrating the

wrong, and then by the community, as represented by the police, in dragging the whole hideous fabric of her

As is customary upon the acquittal of a defendant in a criminal case, a horde of the morbidly curious

thronged about June to offer their congratulations. She turned from them wearily, seeking her mother; but

there was one who would not be denieda tall, freckled youth who wormed his way to her side with

uncanny stealthiness. It was Sammy, the onetime officeboy of the corporation known as John Secor Co.

"Miss Lathrop," he whispered. "Miss Lathrop, I've been trying to find you for years. I'm a regular detective

now; but the best job I ever did I did for you and nobody never knew anything about it. Don't you remember

She shook hands with him, and he followed her from the courtroom. There was another who followed her,

too. A suntanned young man whose haggard features bore clear witness to the mental suffering he had

"You know better than that," she answered; "but now you see why it was that I could not marry you. Now

you will thank me for not being weak and giving inGod knows how sorely I was tempted!"

She looked at him in surprise. "You still want me?" she cried. "You can't mean itit would be horrible!"

"I shall always want you, June," he said doggedly, "and some day I shall have you."

"It would be wicked, Ogden," she said with a little shudder. "If he had been any one elseany one else in the

"My father!" he exclaimed. "Do you mean that you do not knowthat John Secor was *not* my father?"

"I was the foster son of John Secor's brother. When he died I went to live with the John Secors, and after the

death of their only son I entered Mr. Secor's office, taking the place of the son he had lost, later inheriting his

June continued to look in dull bewilderment at Secor. It could not be true! She cast about for another

obstacle. Certainly she had no right to such happiness as she saw being surely pressed upon her.

"There is still the charge against me of having aided the men who robbed your safethat is even worse, for it

reproaches me with disloyalty and treachery toward one who had befriended me," she said faintly.

Sammy and June's mother had been standing a little apart as the two spoke together in whispers. June had

slightly raised her voice as she recalled the affair in the office of John Secor Co. the night that Ogden had

"That's what I wanted to tell you about, Miss Lathrop," he said, excitedly. "It wasn't her at all" he went on,

turning toward Secor. "It was that smooth scoundrel of a Stickler. I was hiding under his filing cabinet when

he tried to make Miss Lathrop go out with him, and I heard her turn him down. Then I followed him, for I

was just studying to be a detective then and I had to practise every chance I got. He went straight to Abe

Farris's saloon, and there I saw him talking low and confidentiallike to a couple of toughlookin' guys for

about two hours. He handed one of 'em a slip of paper, explaining what was on it. I couldn't see it, but from

what happened after I knew it held the combination to your safe, for I seen the robber that was shot when he

was put on trial, and he was one of the guys that Stickler met in Farris's. I was so scared I didn't dare tell

Ogden turned toward June with a faint smile. "You see," he said, "that one by one your defenses are

"I guess there is no other way," she sighed; "but it seems that the world must be all awry when hope of