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ONLY A CLERK
By H. M. Egbert.
(Copyright, 1916, W. G. Chapman.)
"I can't standtbi&any longer, Dick.
I'm going to leave you."
Edith Kane faced her husband of
18 months defiantly. The setting for
the tragic outbreak was common
place; a city flat. In the tiny living
room the two clased in that age-long
"Because I am poor?" inquired
Kane quietly. He had long expected
the culmination; now that it had
come he felt cooler than he had
thought would be possible.
His wife looked with contempt up
on the little figure in the shabby
"Because you are a clerk," she an
swered. "Because you are content
to be a clerk. You have a clerk's soul,
and I I was born for something bet
ter than to be a clerk's wife."
"You knew my occupation when
' you married me," said Kane.
"I did," she answered. "And I
thought I'd make something of you.
But you're satisfied to work for Jer
rold day after day, on thirty a week,
while he piles up his millions. Oh, I'm
tired of it all."
She sank into a chair, put her face
in her hands, and burst Into hysteric-'
al weeping. Kane stood for a moment
watching her. Then he walked to her
and raised her head from her hands,
flinging it back almost brutally.
"How dare you use violence to me!"
"Never mind that. I want to ask
you a question. Are you leaving me
"What if I am? Have you any right
to ask, you who have made me slave
for you, slave for a clerk?"
Her breath came and went quickly,
she rose to her feet and looked at him
with all the disdain she felt
"I insist on knowing," answered
"You insist? Well yes. For a bet
ter' man. Four your employer, Mr.
Jerrold. The man who has thousands
where you have pennies."
"Thank you," said Kane.
He left her and went into his room.
Immediately, before the defiant anger
had left her, she began hurriedly to
pack a suitcase. She cast away con
temptuously the few things her hus
band had been able to buy for her,
and went out. Kane, in his room,
heard the door of the hall slam be
Harvey Jerrold, the millionaire
broker, was quite willing to see his
"Yes, I Have Your Money, Jerrold."
underpaid employe in his bachelor
apartment on the drive. He knew
why Kane had not been to the office
for three days. Edith had telephoned
him from her hotel the next morning,
telling him of the quarrel. He had
wanted to go to her, but she had re
fused to see him till he had,his quar
rel out with Kane.
They had autoed together and
dined together, the man and his em
ploye's wife, but Edith Kane, despite
her worldliness, was prudent and, in
a way, honorable. She had held Jer
rold at arm's length, and, even when
he began to talk about ier divorce