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For a moment the wild hope came to
Littlefield that he was going to be
discharged. What irony! If so, he
need only accept his dismissal and
walk straight out, the bag in his
hand! That would indeed be retribuT
tion, and a counter blow to the mis
erable fate that dogged him.
Johnson looked up. "Well, Mr.
Littlefield, you don't look very hap
py," he said. "You seem to go about
your work with a perpetual glower
at least when I meet you."
Was he playing with him? Or was
this the preliminary to his discharge?
Littlefield's hopes grew.
"Put your bag on the table, Mr. Lit
tlefield," continued Johnson. "You
look as though you were afraid I was
going to open it Come set it down
beside me never mind these
Littlefield flung the bag down de
fiantly and stood facing his tormen
tor. Johnson arose slowly, and sud
denly clapped his hand on the other's
shoulder. Littlefield knew then that
the truth was known. He listened as
in a dream.
"We've been looking over your rec
ord since you camo here, Mr. Little
field," said Johnson, "and it makes a
very creditable showing. Mr. Sleigh,
you know, Is leaving to accept the
cashier's position with Brown & Sea
gull. We are going to promote you
to his place at the salary which al
ways goes with it two thousand to
start" and an annual increase of a
hundred up to twenty-five hundred."
Littlefield still stared at him; he had
not yet understood.
"So you see," continued Johnson,
"we have not failed to recognize the
zeal that you have shown in our "in
terests. I may tell you in confidence
that there was much difficulty in de
ciding between you and another
member of our force, and that you
were selected on my insistence for
the reason that I have given you."
Littlefield understood at last, and
he swung round impulsively and
looked into Johnson's face.
"I have thought sometimes that
you had taken a dislike to me," con
tinued the manager.
"No, sir; no," blurted out Little
field. "I must have given a false im
press. I "
"I am indeed glad to hear it," an
swered Johnson, wringing the other
hand warmly. "And now permit me
to offer you my best and sincerest
Littlefield found himself outside
the office again. He walked idly to
ward the door. He did not quite
know where he was going. He was
recalled to himself by Jacks, who
thrust a letter Into his hand.
"Just come, sir," said Jacks, smil
ing. Littlefield looked hard at the
porter. Why, he was the acme of
friendliness. What had been the
matter with him? Had he, Little
field, been seeing everything through
the mirror of his .morbid and pervert
ed mind? t
He tore open the envelope ith
trembling fingers. The letter was
"My dearest," it ran, "forgive me a
thousand times for my unkindness to
you. I was so hurt by whafyou said"
here Littlefield, remembered the
cause of their quarrel "but J see
now how wrong I was when you have
always been so kind and good. I
trust you as every one trusts you.
You are the soul of honor "
A rush of tears blinded the man's
eyes. He could not read the letter
further, then. So It was all in his
own mind, everything, the sense of
Injustice, the quarrel with Lucy,
Johnson's assumed unfriendliness,
Jacks' antipathy all his fears and
wrongs and injuries'
He took his bag and crept back in
to the cashier's cage.
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dry with the bristles face downwards.
This lengthens their lives consider
ably, as If dried the other way the
water naturally soaks into the wood
and rots the bristles
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