The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1896-11-22


said q while ago."
Sartwell laughed. and held out'his hand.
'oh. that's FOUR ambition. Ia it, Well, goot
luck attend you. my young Napoleon. l shoult
have chosen Wellin zton, II I had been you
Good. might. I am waiting for my daughter, u
whom / foolishly gave. permission to call fol
mo here in q cab"
Mnrsten held the hand extended to him 90
long that the manager looked at him In a.
constituent. Tho color had mounted from tn,
young mans checks to his brow and his eye,
were on the floor.
"Mr. Sartwell." he said with an effort, ~
came tonight to speak with you about your
daughter, and not about tho STRIKE
Tho manager dropped his hand as IL II had
been red hot. and stepped back two pncos.
About my daughter" he cried sternly.
"What do you meapS"
Marsten had to moisten his lips once or twice
before he could reply. His released hund
opened and shut nervously.
II mcan." he said, that I an In love with
her."
The manager sat down In the office chair
beside his table. All the former friendliness
had loft his face, and his dark brows lowered
over his keen eyes, into which their usual cold
glitter had returned.
What folly is this:" he cried, with rising
anger. You are n boy. and from the gutter
at that. for all l know. My daughter Is but a
child set; she is only" He paused. He
had been about to say seventeen when 1t oc-
when she was but a year older.
Marsten's color became a deeper red when
gutter. lie said SLOWLY. and with a certain
doEgedness in his tone:
sit is no reproach to come from tho gutter
the reproacl ~ In staying there. | have left
1t, and i don't Intend to return"
oh. 'intend!," cried tho manager. impa'
to the girl" 49,
no, but 1 mean to-"
that you do not"
What have YOU a'ainst me, Mr.. sartwell?'",
kindly Mns specify is s's your FOR re so%n rsTnsos you will
You are very hard on me, Mr.. Sartwell.
You know that If | came from the gutter. what
studied hard and worked hard. Does that
count for nothing? | have II good character.
and ay ! hr Nave a SoSd fft %iseSarce Won, You will
mss3sy; and So.S "''N .
Yes. oh You did NOT think that of me.
did your"
We'll. for once you are right. I merely
wish to show YOU how your good situation de-
ponds on Ihe caprice of one man. ! have no in
afraid OF you. iii look after my daughter"
Marsten said bitterly:
Gibbons, ass as he is, is right when he says
that no one is so hard on u workman as one
who has risen from the ranks. You we're no
better Oft than i am when YOU were my age"
Sartwell sprang to his feet. his eyes ablaze
with anger.
attention. young nan he cried;"Al
things you intend to do / have already done.
have in n measure educated myself. and I
have worked hard night and day. ! have at
tanned q certain position. n certain responsible
ity. and a certain amount of money. l have
had little pleasure and much toll in my life,
back 1 see that there was Ssu as much luck s"S as
ready when the chance came. that was all. II
would have done me little good. For one man
who succeeds a dozen. equally deserving; fail:
For myaelfs not likely. have done it so
that she may not have to be that tired drudge
"a workman's wife so that, she may begin
l would as soon wear a, workman's Jacket as
a managers coat. And now. haying. gone
through all this for her sake talk OF love!
When l have done all this that she might never
know what il means. shall I be fool enough.
knave enough. idiot enough. to thrust her back
whe,c / began AZ the beck of the first mouthinE
ranter who has the impudence to ask for her?
swer. get out. and don't dare to set foot In this
Office until you are sent for
,; ssrt TIVE In his excitement S.i smCto the desk
fences. Marsten shrank before his vehem-
ence, realizing that no workman had ever
seen the manager angry before. and he dread
cd the resentment that would rise In Sartwell's
hearu when the GOODNESS returned. He felt
that he would have been more diplomatic to
have left sooner. Nevertheless, seeing that
things could be no worse. he stood his ground.
II thought" he said. that IL would be hon
orable in me to let you know"
Don't talk TO ne of honor. Get out"
AT that moment the door from tho private
stairway opened and a young girl anne in. Her
father had completely forgotten his appoint
ment with her. and both men were taken
aback by her entrance.
Il knocked, father" she said, but you did
not hear me-"
In n moment. Edna. lust step into the hall
for a moment" said her father. hurriedly.
II beg OF YOU not to leave, Miss %Sartwell."
said Marsten. going to the other door and open
ing It. Good might. Mr.. Sartwell."
Good night" said the manager, shortly.
Good night. Miss Snrtwell.'"
Good night" said the girl sweetly, with
the suggestion OF n how.
The eyes of the two men met for e moment.
tho obstinacy OF the race In each: but the eyes
OF the younger man said defiantly:
Il have spoken to her. you see."
CHAPTER ii.
We speak of our individuality as II such a
thing really eXisted-us II we were actually
ourselves. forgetting that we are but the sum
OF various qualities belO paging to ancestors,