The Monitor. [volume] (Woodstown, N.J.) 1884-1892, 1885-08-21

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woman's expecting anything amiss, that
clearly did not enter his mind. She could
not but know that he was empowered by
his father, even if she perceived the drift
of the communication; and that it was by
no means probable could possibly dawn
upon her BE this as it may, to Miss Low
he addressed himself"
Bacon paused and blew wreath of
smoke refectively upward. Il suppose
devout people would hold that it was a
direct Intervention Of Providence
well, to resume. Miss Low acquiesced
and sat down again; Sam dictated his
letter with perfect composure. He had
nerved himself pretty thoroughly up to the
occasion, and the young woman followed
his dictation in her clear, legible hand.
She got to the signature. Then, without
a word or sign, she quietly took up the
paper and tore it i'll two, right through the
middle.
Sam, fof a second, was speechless.
sThe girl turned and looked him full in
the face.
You must not send that, please, she
said, softly. Her voice was so low and
her manner so quiet that any one at the
other end of the office, looking at her at
that moment. would have fancied her max
ing the most casual remark
Wh-what do you mean p said Sam.
but it shook with surprise, dsmay and
rage.
For an answer the girl continued to
look him straight in the eyes. There was
no misunderstanding what that clear,
direct gaze said. Sam began to feel as
though the office walls were Keeling around
him. He put out his hand to steady him
self Then She spoke rapidly, still in the
same suppressed voice;
Don't be angry with me, please. Don't
misunderstood me. | could not help
speaking. could not stand by and see
such thing donc-an honest man DELHI
erately taking the road To ruin. Ne, not
deliberately. don't believe you realize.
] don't believe you have thought. Bnt you
She's 4 tremendously plucky little piece
of humanity, and can fancy the glow that
came into her cheek and the fire that lit up
her large blue eyes.
You must stop-noH at this moment
and reflect, She continued Don't think
I'm forgetting my place. But sitting here
I've noticed many little things. 1t
isn't quite safe to imagine that women
holding my position are always unaware OF
the meaning Of what goes ON around them
or of the business transactions which they
are instrumental in transmitting. | know
much better than you can perhaps believe
just how you are placed at this moment,
Mr. Blank, and | want you--I warn you
to pause. suppose some women
would be afraid--would not inter
fere: that is not possible for me. Ny CON
science would reproye me. In such a ease
there is no question of social differences.
Men and women are all brothers and sisters
in one way. speak to you now from that
point of view. Stop--panse-for heavens
sake
''She got up and caught him by the arm.
don't suppose she thought any more of
his identity at that moment that if he had
been disabled and tipsy beggar instead
of a very handsome, dashing young fellow
and heir prospective to old Mr.. Blanks
millions. She had only one idea-to save
soul There are just few such women.
''As for Sam, all this had curious
effect upon him. He was simply dazed.
The strain Of the last few months, uneasi-
ness, the sleepless nights, the suddenness
proved too much for him. He stood
motionless, staring blankly before him.
" 'PIease-say you will stop now-right
here, said the girl, with eager insistance.
''Sam looked down into the fresh, honest
face, with all its soft lines hardened into
firm, pressing determination, and sud
denly threw himself ON a chair before Miss
Lows desk. and hiding his face in his arms
broke right down. Overtaxed nature took
it's revenge.
AT sight of those heavy, soundless
sobs, little Miss Lows face for the first
time showed faint touch of personal
consciousness But it was very fieeting
She had saved her mani am sure that
the way she put it in her aightforward,
practical democratic little heart--and that
was the principal thing She tied her bon
net strings with quick fingers. Her eyes
shone. She stepped up to her employers
son, and touched him gently on the
shoulder.
"'Tell your father, she said, briefly.
That will be the safe way out of the
whole difficulty. It may be hard. but
you ought not to mind that.
There was perhaps a faint trace of
in the last words, but If
so, little Miss Low was probably quite I'M
conscious of it herself. She hurried out of
the now deserted Office and into the bust
ling, crowded street.
'The ponderously handsome residence
of old Mr. Blank Witnessed a very stormy
interview that night. Sam was com
pletely tanned He had gone to his father
and done precisely as that girl, to whom