The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-11-11
THE FORTUNE HUNTER
NoveIized by LOUIS JOSEPH VANCE From the Play of the
 Same Name by WlNCHELL SMITH
cepyriekt l9l0 by Wineheli Smith
 and Louis Joseph Vance

cepyr;aAt. 1910. by Wineheli Smith and Louis Joseph Vance
 
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 They disappeared. He wandered to the chair and threw himself Imply into 1t 'That voicei" he said stupid ly. sThat giggle! I've got to woo and win thati It serves me right" he con cfuded
 The most hopeless of humors as sailed him. and he yielded to 1t with out struggle. His attitude express cd bis mood with relentless verity Chin sunken upon his breast. eyes fairly dirtillinR gloom. legs stretched put carelessly before him. he sat mo- tionless. surfocnting at the bottom of gulf of discontent His lips moved. sometimes noiselessly. again in whis- pers barely audible.
 .YeaFs- of this! A matter of human endurance-no. superhuman! If 1t wasn't for the bargain, I'd chuck 1t all and Well, the only way to forget your misery Is to work. suppose"
 He pulled himself together and stood up. wondering where be had Jeff his broom. and simultaneously stiffened with bs4rprisee aware that he wAs not afone! rt 1A glaI1ce, however. established the connection between the rear door. which stood aJar, and the young woman who stood staring at him in utterest stupefaction.
 r. Soly <<~ th<. int An Betty Graham's mutinous eyes and the sweet lines of her mouth, too often shaped In sullen mold. and no less quick to recognize that she would car ry herself we'll, with spirit and dignity, once she were relieved of household toil and moil. once given the chance to discard her shapeless, bedraggled and threadbare garments for those dainty and beautiful things for which her starved heart must be sick with longing.
 -sitss worse here than dreamed Old Graham must need keeper. and this child. has been trying to be that with nothing to keep him on"
 "Who are you?' the girl demanded sulieniy in voice little harsh and toneless What are you doing here? Where's my fatherr'
 MT Graham has stepped out on business" Duncan replied "You are his daughter. believer
 .stYes. I'm his daughter, but
 My name is Nathaniel Duncan. Mir. Graham has been kind enough to take me on as apprentice. so to speak,"
 Her stare continued. intense. resent ful, undertaking.
 ~You mean you're going to work here?"
 That's my intention. Miss Graham" He nodded gravely.
 What for?.
 rTo learn the drug business"
 @Dh-hr'' She flung herself. pace away impatienfly. 'T'm not a child, and don't want to be talked to like one"
 "I didn't mean to annoy you"-
 Well, you do. You've got no busi- ness in rundown place like this. you with your fine clothes and your fine airs You didn't come here to learn the drug business. You know as we'll as1 do you've got some other, motive" There was truth in that, to sting him. He smarted under its lash, but held his temper in check because he was sorry for the girl Perhaps you're right" he conceded-"perhaps have some other, motive. But. that's neither here nor there. Pm here, and 1t is my present Intention to learn the drug business In your fathers store" T don't believe you. MT. Duncan, or whatever your name is.s gagYsr,
 'iI'm sorry" he said patiently.
 Betty's lips twitched contemptuously. ~Weli. saying you do mean to work here"-
 "I do."
 "You're making a mistake" she snapped Father can't pay you noth- ing" aoltt4.
 Hell pay ma all I'm: worth" said Duncdn meekly.
 She giared at him an instant longer. then. mute for lack of sufficiently scornful retort turned and ran back up the steps. alarming the door be- hind her