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wzz&mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm THE LAWS OF COMMERCE By Harold Carter (Copyright by W. G. Chapman.) It was a sudden impulse that took little Miss Dimsymtq the private of fice of old Adolf Ludwig, proprietor of the cheap department store in which she worked. She went in boldly, her only encouragement the fact that old Ludwig knew her and had once or twice stopped and spoken to her in his fatherly way. "Well, Miss Dimsey," said the old man, looking up over his spectacles and beaming at her. Little Miss Dimsey's well-planned story broke down and she broke into tears. The old man looked gravely concerned. "Tell me your troubles," he said, handing her a chair. - "I've simply got to have my salary raised," sobbed Anita Dimsey. "I can't support my mother and myself on $8 a week." "Well, well, so that's what the mat ter Is!" said the proprietor. "Go on, Miss Dimsey." "I guess that's about enough," said the girl. "And I don't know what to do. We are at our wits' ends for money. How can you expect a girl to live decently on that, even if she has only herself to look out for?" Ludwig looked at her thoughtfully. "You know, Miss Dimsey " he be gan, and checked himself. "Tell me some more," he said. "Your mother has no means of support?" "No, sir, except what I earn. She was in a publishing house until she was crippled with rheumatism two years ago. Then I I " The tears began to flow again. "Ha!" ejaculated Ludwig. "Excuse me, but aren't you ever expecting to be married? That's wnat keeps wages down, you know. The girls leave." little Miss Dimsey's tears flowed .faster th-n ever as she thought of pa kjent Jack Livingston, working at $20 a week, and their desperate hope of making a home for three when he got $25. She blurted out all about it, while old Ludwig waited with a smile on his grim, worn old face. "I don't know what I can do," he said. "It wouldn't be fair to the other girl to raise you. Wages and sal aries have their natural level. I can't break the laws of commerce just be cause you need money, ftnss Dimsey." She did not see the whimsical look z- Little Miss Dimsey's Well-Planned Story Broke Down on his face. She heard only the aw ful sentence. "Then I must go," she began wild ly. "I must leave you. I must steal, anything " "Stop!" shouted Ludwig. "I can lend you $100. I'd rather do that than have you get into that frame of mind. You can pay me back when you are married." Miss Dimsey raised a startled face tftfttikMiftitfftifci