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and then stood bracing himself up for
the interview
CHAPTER XIX


CHAPTER XIX
The Man Who Loved.
A few nights later Max Barclay was
seated in the stalls of the Empire
Theater with Marion.
They never went to the legitimate
theater because she had no evening
dress. Even to be seen in one would
have caused comment among her fell
low employees at Cunningtons The
girls were never very charitable to
tenn of living in " there is no privacy
ity OF of freedom.
The average London shop girl has
but little leisure and little rest.
Chronically over-tired, she cares little
to go out of an evening after the long
hours, and looks forward to Sunday as
the day when she can read in bed till
noon if she chooses, snooze again in
the afternoon, and perhaps go to
cafe in the evening. It was so with
Marion. The sales were on, and there
were Splits" Or premiums, placed by
Mr.. Warner upon some out-of-date
goods which it was every girls object
to sell and thus earn the commission.
So she was working very hard, and al
ready held quite respectable num-
Der of tickets representing "spiffs."
In dark blue skirt, white silk
blouse and black sat, she looked ex-
tremely pretty and modest as she sat
beside her lover in the second row OF
the stalls, watching the ballet with its
tuneful music, clever groupings, and
phantasmagoria of colour. She glanced
at the watch on her wrist, and saw
that it was nearly ten o'clock. In half
an hour she would have to be Gin
The bondage Of his well-beloved
CALLED Max, yet he could say nothing.
Her life was the same as that of a
hundred thousand other girls in Lon
don. Indeed, was she not far better
off than those poor girls who came up
from their country homes to serve a
year 0 rtwo's drudgery without pay
ment in order to learn the art and
mystery of Serving customer
girls who were orphans and without
funds and who very soon found the
actual necessity Of having little
pocket-money for dress and for some
thing with which to relish the hard
ships and tyranny of shop life, where
man Is but a mere machine, liable to
get the sack" at a moments notice,
and where woman is but an ill-fed
overworked drudge, liable at any mo-
ment to be thrown out penniless upon
the great world Of London.
| Some day ere long the revelation
will come There are certain big
houses In London with pious share.
holders and go-to-meeting directors
| U1 ~ NJ, will ho n
whole British public when the naked
tants is exposed. In "the trade" 1t is
known, and one day there will arise a
man holder and more fearless than the
rest, who will speak the truth, and,
moreover, prove it.
II in the meantime you want to
know the truth concerning shop-life,
ask the director Of any Of the numer
| Gus rescue societies in London. What
you will be told will, assure you, open
your eyes.
The couple of hours Max had spent
with Marion proved delightful ones
as they always were. Promenading in
the lounge above were many men
about-town whom he knew, and who
seeing him with the understanding
girl, smiled knowingly. They never
guessed the truth-that he loved hel
and intended to make her his wife.
Charlie is back from Glasgow" she
was saying. "He came to the shoI
this afternoon to ask if had seen you
and to explain how the other night he
i by most fortunate circumstance
missed the Continental train, for mex
morning Mr.. Statham wanted him tt
do some very important business, am
was delighted to find that he had no
left. Another man has gone out tt
the East"
eff he wanted to know my move
ments he might have called at Dove
street." Max remarked thoughtful.
the recollection OF that night in Crom
well Road arising within him.
"He seemed very busy, and said h
had not moment to spare. He wa
probably going north again. The
have, he told me, some big order from
Italy at the locomotive works.
81 thought Statham couldn't do with
out him. remarked Max Nowadays
. however, he seems always travelling.
Hes awfully kind to me-gave m
, five-pound note this afternoon"
w TdJ olu llC Bay dDOul iuS IL
} CURED Max
, "Oh! nothing very much He aske
me, among other things, whether
T knew where you were on the night G
the disappearance of the Doctor an
, his daughter
Max started.
And what did you reply?"
! THAT l hadn't the slightest idea.
| never saw you that evening"" was tn
girls frank response.
Her lover nodded thoughtfully.
! was now plain that Charlie suspecte
that he had detected him leaving til
+ house, and was endeavouring to eithe
l confirm his suspicion or dismiss it.
! did he tell you today where he wa
going?"
i, Back to Glasgow, I believe-b,
). only for two days"
j. Max was seated at the end of tn
second row of stalls, and beyon
a Marion were three or four vacar
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