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' A WOMAN'S FAITH
By Harold Carter
(Copyright by W. G. Chapman.)
Now that the moment for action
had arrived JimSDorrigan felt his
courage oozing away. All he had
to do was to take the packed suit
case that lay underneath his desk,
go out of the door, jump on any street
car and make his way to any railroad
Yet during the three months in
which he had lived in princely style
in the Repington hotel and spent his
days in the mahogany-furnished of
fices a sort of attachment to his en
vironment had grown up in him.
Somehow he had begun to feel a
sense of respectability. He hated to
lose the esteem of these good peo
ple, who were already thanking him
publicly for the good he had done the
town, for the factory that he was
going to start, who had openly
broached his name for the mayor's
And there was Delia delicious,
sweet, jnst the bride for a worthy
man. Delia, with her inherited hun
dred thousand dollars, which had not
spoiled her; Delia, who unmistakably
liked him, and had placed her whole
capital in the Red Lion mine.
The man felt the sweat start out on
his forehead. .
He opened the door and looked in
at the stenographers' room. At once
the young women began hammering
harder; the billfolders accentuated
their speed and worked self-consciously.
The eye of their boss was
And all this was to be shattered like
the crystal of a dream. For Jim Cor
rigan would be an outcast in twenty
He had been tipped off that the fed
eral authorities intended to raid his
office that day. Thousands of worth
less shares had been sold in a worth
less .gold mine, which was little more
than a hole in the ground. And De
lia's hundred thousand had gone with
The man felt ashamed and humil
iated. "I must have gotten cold feet I" he
jeered, to hearten himself.
A telegraph boy appeared and
placed the yellow envelope upon his
desk. Corrigan did not open it. He
knew Clancy was to warn him when
the police raid was imminent This
must be the warning. He prepared
to go. He stooped for his bag.
Then the door opened and on the
threshold stood the prettiest of
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young wo'men. She was simply
dressed, but the furs about her neck
were of rich sable, her bearing, a lit
tle imperious, was softened just now
by. evident admiration.
Corrigan had given the girl every
reason to believe' he loved her, but
he had not asked her to be his wife.
Delia had waited, a little curious, but
never doubting him.
"Why, Delia!" exclaimed the man.
"How do you do, Mr. Corrigan!"
said the girl, smiling. "I haven't come
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