The Press., 1889-09-05
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 He was accustomed to being left alone, poor little fellow, and then Helen and Tiny set forth together on anerrand entirely novel to the latter.
 It was s.pay dayn at the establishment of Sargent 6 Copley, and a long string of worn looking women, some young and some old, but all pale and pinched, like plants that had grown in the shade, were waiting their turn for the miserable remuneration due them.
 MT. Copley, a fat, oily looking man, with white neck cloth and beaming spectacles, stood behind ponderous ledger, a day book, and Mir. Sargent, with ah expression of face very different from what he had that morn ing worn in Tiny Clarence's boudoir, leaned against the edge of the desk and took in the work, examining and commenting on 1t as he did so.
 For Mir. Sargent chose himself to superin- tend this portion of his business. Nor was the tongue of islander behindhand in pro claiming that he contrived to make money out of this personal supervision.
 "Clara Coyt2" he called out, sharply, as pale, freckled young girl neared him, "how much due Clara Coyta Ten dollars and sew enty cents Take of $t-work greased from sewing machine.n
 .But, sir,n began the girl.
 "Nine seventy here you arel Pass on. Clara Coytl Now, then, Mary Macalister- behind two days. Fine Mary Macalister 30 centsp'
 So he went on, quick to detect or imagine faults, vigorous to punish, merciless to exact fines. until scarcely one of the waiting throng received the amount of money fairly due her.
 When Helen Starr's name wNs called she advanced timidly, with her brown clad com panion at her side 4.. ~-
 "Helen Starrl" sharply enunciated MT. Sargent, scrutinizing her roll of work. -Four dollars-deduct 40 centsl" ~
 ''On what account, sira" faltered Mrs. Starr.
 "Work soiled in making up-pass on"
 "You are mistaken, Mir. Sargent, indeed" pleaded Helen Starr; "the stains were in the linen when 1t was given out to me. It is not in the least soiled in my hands"
 "I can't stop to argue matters with inso- lent sewing women in my employr' snarled Ernest Sargent. 'Take your $3.6O, Mrs. Starr, without any more words, or leave the establishment. We can get plenty of hands who won't tell ies.n
 Helen Starr grew crimson and then pale, but knowing her own utter helplessness in the hands of this human vampire, she was about to take the miserable sum rendered her and pass on her way when a low, soft voice 
 "Helen, stop an instant. MT. Sargent" and turning back the long black veil which had hitherto concealed her face, Tiny Clar ence looked calmly into the rich bully eyes, 'I am sure that my friend, Mrs. Starr, speaks only the truth. You lose all claim to the name of gentleman when you allow yourself to speak thus insolently to aught bearing the stamp and image of refined womanhood.n
 Miss Clarence" he stammered, overcome with confusion, "there is some mistake here. D.
 'sThere is no mistake" she answered, calm ly contemptuous. "I have been near mak- ing one that might have lasted a lifetime, but my eyes are fortunately opened. Pay Mrs. Starr the money rightly due her, and let us leave this den of money making in iquityw .-
 MT. Sargent paid Mrs Starr the $4 with undisguised awkwardness, and strove to de- tain Tiny as she turned away.
 Miss Clarence" he faltered, twill you allow me to explain"-
 "No, MT. Sargent, i" she answered, haughti- ly, "T will never allow you to speak to me again."
 She kept her word. Ernest Sargent's na- ture had been tried in the balance of her womanly discrimination, and found wanting. Tiny Clarence was heart whole llHChi- cago Evening Journal