The times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1882-1897, 1897-01-01

needle, but WIN one eye taking stock or
Miss Hall vefy leenly. ''This is Mr.
Latham's room. bit he doesn't happen
to be in just st pr esent. "
Addie unconscionsly bridled up, with
a look of cold and sharp suspicion,
which Lottie felt and resented in spirit,
though shewas too proud to recognize it
by words that would have had to carry
the sense Of an explanation Of her pres
ence. The little necktie maker knew her
own innocence and was indignant that
1t should seem to be instinctively cues
toned by stranger who could not pos
sibly be acquainted with her circum-
stances.
Il purposed leaving note that I was
DESTROYS Of Mr.. Latham receiving as
soon as possible" said Addie, still
standing in the door.
"If you leave it, will see that he
gets it as soon as he comes home" an
swered the seamstress nonchalantly.
"You will?''
"Yes, 1 will"
"No matter what time he returns?''
Lottie failed to exactly catch the full
significance of the words at once. Be-
fore she did so Addie, with Redeemed
cheeks and flashing eyes, exclaimed:
II do not think will trouble you.
And turning she shut the door with q
slam and fiounced down stairs. At the
same moment the implication conveyed
in those half dozen inquiring words
burst upon Lottie's mind With an in
dignant, inarticulate yelp, she sprang to
her feet, overturning the workbasket
and dumping the scarfs like an avalanche
Of color, and dashed to the door. But By
the time she reached the stairs the hall
door below her closed with bang-the
insolent invader was gone. Turning
back into the room, poor little Lottie
threw herself into the armchair and
burst into tears
Il don't care SO much for myself,
but what will she think of Mr.. La
tham?" she sobbed aloud, the stress Of
her feelings demanding vocal utterance,
even though she was alone.
"The wretchp' thought Miss Hall,
lowering her veil to hide the tears in
her eyes as she rushed away. "To pre-
tend that he loved me, and all the
while He need never speak to me
again"
And her little heels pounded the flag
stones with unusual energy as she hur-
ried away from the now abhorrent
neighborhood.
CHAPTER XIII.
"The idea Of that impudent creature
coming here bullying mel" exclaimed
Lottie, with indignant tears. And she
was still so angry about it when Chester
Sewall came in half an hour later that
she gave him detailed version Of the
interview, doubtless meant to be truth
full, but so colored by her resentment
that he was no less astonished than she
at the model John Latham having had
such caller.
His interest in the matter, however,
was but slight and transitory. Necessity
had been steadily exercising compress
i've force upon him, centering his
thoughts in himself, until he had be-
come morose and Indifferent to every
thing outside his own concerns. Day
after day he tramped about the town
seeking employment, and even went
hungry at times to pay postage upon
the handfuls Of letters with which he
replied to advertisements for "help
Wanted"-all without avail. Every
where he was met, when making ap-
plication for work such as he deemed
suited to his culture and capacity, by
the question, "What experience have
you had in this liner" OF course he had
had mono in that or any other sort Of
real bread winning. Then he would not
suit at all. He had even condescended
to argue upon several occasions that the
particular work proposed was so simple
he could master its requirements within
an hour, but the result was the same.
He chad no experience" and that set
tied it. But the cruelest thing, as it.
seemed to him, was that when he
sought employment at coarse manual
labor his decent clothing, gentlemanly
and educated speech, all caused
him to be viewed with suspicion and
rejected.
The title Of translated Russian novel
upon a newsstand caught his eye, 1.-THE
Man" 1t chung in his mind,
waking and sleeping. Ho recognized it
as himself. Yes, he was "the superflu-