The Democratic advocate. [volume] (Westminster, Md.) 1865-1972, 1897-10-02

protection Of every man here, said Sandys
slowly. She is the daughter of your old
chief, Slas McClintoch.
GOOD Heavens You don t mean to
say so cried the young man, SOLDERING.
''By Jove, there is a sort of poetic justice
in her being here-this inferno which
ruined the father now supporting the
daughter.
1.-THE Western Union will look to her
support, returned the manager
'Quite so, and we help support that
grinding monopoly. The consumer always
pays, you know. But | say, Sandys, |
want you to introduce me to Miss Nc
Clintoch.
Il don see the necessity. She is not
here socially
''Oh, that's all nonsense. We're all
social equals, and it viii do her no harm to
have friend on this side of the counter.
You can be always here, you know; be-
sides, if you don t introduce me properly,
[ shall introduce myself
Miss McClintoch has set out very
bravely to earn her own living, and don
want her interfered with
Exactly. | am earning my own living
myself, and | not only won interfere with
her, but | will prevent others doing so.
The manager looked keenly at the
speaker for moment, but met merel y the
clear gaze of very honest pair of eyes.
At that instant there was wild rush to
the centre of the room as if the human
atoms had been caught in sudden whirl
pool as, indeed, many of them were.
They gesticulated and shouted all together,
1t seemed as if a madhouse had unexpect-
edly debouched its contents Young
Howard wavered a moment seemingly
drawn by some unseen force to plunge into
the maelstrom; then his gaze wandered to-
ward the telegraph office, where he saw
the girl standing with wide open eyes look
ing at the turmoil, while Johnnie Fielders
was quite evidently explaining that there
was no danger, and that it was not free
fight nor the beginning Of football match,
..Come. said Howard, S'now is the
time
The manager, still with visible reluc-
lance, turned and led the way to the tele
graph office.
Miss McClintoch, he said, making
his voice heard with difficulty above the
din, "may introduce to you a friend of
Your father, Mr.. Stillson Howard ?
The girl, raising her eyes, saw before
her young man, who might be eonven-
tionally described as fine looking, with a
dark mustache, and firmly moulded,
self-reliant chin.
Il am pleased to meet any one who
knew my father, she said.
II not only knew him, Miss McClintoch,
but | am indebted to him for many kind
words and much encouragement at time
when I had no great stock of either. |
was once clerk in his office IF there is
anything | can do to help you here | hope
Won will let me know, for [ would esteem
it privilege to make at least partial re-
turn for the debt owe your father
THANK you, replied the girl simply.
Telegram, miss, if You please, said
the faIsetto voice of old GrimwOod, as he
leaned against the counter, holding in his
hand written message, and fastening his
fshy eye on the group Il take it, Mr..
Sandys, that this young lady is going to do
us the honor of sending and receiving our
dispatches, and that will be very nice. -
There was something in his tone which
said as plainly as words, II should be
much obliged if you would all attend
strictly to business. y
Sandys frowned, but said nothing.
Fielders sprang forward, took the message,
and ratified it off to Chicago Miss Me-
Clintoch sat down before her compartment
at the table, and young Howard left the
room, followed by the manager, who, once
outside in the hall, touched his friend on
the arm and spoke in a low voice seriously:
''If l may say it in all kindness,
Howard, l think you will only be a hind
rance and not help to Miss McClintoch
if this acquaintance goes further
Howard $ reply was an impatient male
diction on old Grimwood, more terse than
polite.
20, no, continued the manager,
''Mr Grimwood is quite within his rights.
Our old friends daughter is there to do
her duty, and is anxious and well qualified
to do it, if, as | said before, she is not in
terfered with.
"Tll break old Grimwood' s neck for
him yet, growled Howard, still harping
on the interruption; Sin Stock Exchange
sense, of course" he added, seeing the
other look of alarm. "Tm not going to
assault crippled man, you know, but | II
give him lift in wheat some of these days;
see if | don t. :"
1.-The bankruptcy courts have been kept
busy for years with men who have endeav
ored to give Mr.. Grimwood lift, as you
term it. Better proceed with caution
Stillson.
That's all right, cried Howard, with
the supreme confidence of young man in
his accent
Shaking hands with the manager, he
entered the Board of Trade room and was
speedily absorbed in the tumult there, but
nevertheless found occasion now and then