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Through weeks of growing doubts
and fears the girl worked on. Her
mother had to be cared for. And she
had to be vtold encouraging stories
every evening as to Anna's prospects.
But finally Mr. Bantam's attentions
broke down the girl's strength of will.
Alfred Bantam had a notorious repu
tation in the store, but he had un
limited power in his department, and
each girl, knowing that her position
depended on his good graces, sub
mitted quietly to his insolent admira
tion. For three weeks he had pursued
Anna Clough, now inviting, her to the
aters, now to supper. At first he had
laughed at her refusals; but finally,
when he understood that she was in
earnest, the bully's nature showed
"Well," he said, coming up to her
later in the day, "have you considered
the matter, Miss Anna? Come, don't
be a little fool. I mean well by you
and I'll treat you handsome. My
wife's getting a divorce, anyway.
What do you say to a hot bird at
Brantini's after we've taken in a show
The odious, leering face was thrust
out toward her own. With sudden
passion, the girl swung out her arm
and her fist landed on Mr. Bantam's
face. He staggered backward and
glared about him. Two or three girls
"You needn't come back after Sat
urday," he- said to Anna in a low
voice of intense malignity, and stalk
"You little fool! You done for
yourself "now!" said one of the girls.
"Gee! I wish I had your nerve,
Anna Clough went on with her
work in a-mechancal manner. She
did not intend to return after that
day; she would not wait until Satur
day. But what could she tell her
mother? And what future was there
for her? Their money was almost at
on onH VhpvhnH hppn livintr nn An
na's scanty wages, augmented by thej
sale of a few jewels,, to which Mrs.
Clough had clung 'after the crash
and upon hope!
"Mr. Marshall wants to see you,"
shouted Mr. Bantam half an hour be
fore closing time.
Anna Clough walked up the stairs
and entered the big office where, par
titioned off from two or three dozen
bookkeepers and assistants, the head
of the firm pulled the threads of his
She would not tell him. She felt
that she could not go to him as a
friend after his neglect. Four months
she had toiled for him at seven dol
lars a week, and only at' the linen
counter. She knew linens through
and through. Marshall had forgot
ten her; he was just as Lucy had-described
him. But he had a hobby
of giving each girl her discharge in
person, accompanied by unctuous
advice and solicitous - counsel the
oily old hypocrite! .'
She had been standing before him
for nearly two minutes before he
looked up; - .1 -
"Who? are- you? !What do you
want?" he asked.
"I am Miss Clough and you sent
for me," saicFAnna, .apathetically.
Instantly abroadsjpile came upon
Mr. Marshall's face.." He waved her
to a chair. - V ! ,
"Oh, yes," he safdi "Sit down, Miss
Clough. Well, how do you like the
"Not much," said Anna bitterly,
and Mr. Marshall's face took on a
look of pain. '
"I am grieved to hear yoa say
that," he said. "I particularly in
structed Bantam to make things
pleasant for you. Let me see" he
turned to a card "you have served
in the linen department, the white
goods department, the upholstery,
the ladies' footwear, and tne station
ery, according to the records. Now
I think you have had a good deal of
experience and I think you are qual
ified to undertake a clerical task.
You are recorded as understanding