"Then ph. then, won't we luxuri
ate!" Flora reached the office of Fairfax
& Co. She told her business to the
information clerk, who went into a
private offiffice, and, returning, stat
ed that Mr. Fairfax wished to see her.
Flora was impressed with the kindly
face of the young man, who, it
seemed, was the head of the busi
ness. He nodded intelligently as he
read the letter and wrote a line on a
'Take that to Mr. Doane, the office
manager," he said. "He will assign
you to your work at once. I hope
you will like your tasks here. Your
references were excellent."
"My references?" repeated Flora,
in a puzzled way. "Why, sir, I sent
none but I have them with me."
"That is strange," observed Mr.
Fairfax, and he reached over and
lifted a large envelope from a little
tray. "I thought I was right. Yes,
here they are."
In wonder, and then in sickening
despair, Flora glanced over the re
commendation of Miss Flora John
son, but another Miss Johnson, at
entirely different address. She felt
faint as the truth dawned upon her:
Whoever had sent the letter had
looked at the directory and had ad
dressed the letter to the wrong Flora
There were tears in her eyes as
she faltered out an explanation.
Blindly she tottered from the room,
reached the outer office and then all
"Poor little soul!" were the words
that greeted her as she opened her
eyes, and two typist girls were bend
ing over her as she lay on a settee
in one of the inner rooms of the suite.
"Mr. Fairfax is quite interested. It
seems this girl had her hopes raised
by receiving a letter intended for an
other of her name. That poor lunch
in her handbag! Isn't it a pity? Prob
ably her heart was set on this posi
tion." "Mr. Fairfax wished to know when
she recovered," spoke the other girl,
and Flora, sitting up a minute later,
was confronted by the young busi
"You seem to have come first," he
said, an expression of real interest
and sympathy on his -face, "your
namesake has not reported, so I think
we may take you on "
- "Oh, no, sir!" spoke Flora imptu
ously. "It was this other Miss John
son who qualified for the position.
Perhaps she, too, is depending upon
it to relieve to pay her way! I
could not think of causing her disap
pointment," and Flora arose and left
"The brave, unselfish girl!" spoke
Mr. Fairfax in tones of profound ad
miration. "We have her address and
I will look into this."
He could not get rid of a memory
of that solent, pleading face all that
day. He was eager, glad, as one of
his clerks, sent to investigate at the
address they had, returned and re
porited the circumstances surround
ing the Johnsons.
"What did you learn?" asked Mr.
Fairfax of his envoy, and his sympa
thetic face was tense and concentrat
ed as he heard the sorrowful story of
the struggling girl.
But a new life opened for Flora
within the next fw days. A letter
came from a large brokerage firm,
stating that her address as an expert
stenographer had been furnished
them and asking her to call.
Flora found herself in the position
of her life. Her companion workers
were charming, her employers con
siderate and liberal. Within a week
all of the bloom had come back into
Flora's face and renewed courage
was restored to her tried but intrepid
One noon, as she sat down at a
table in a restaurant where she ate
her lunch, a pale-faced, frail-looking
young woman abruptly took the seat
She introduced herself as Mfss Flora
Johnson. She was the, young lady
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