Part 35 (2/2)
”How dare you speak disrespectfully of one of your own victims?”
A half sneer pa.s.sed over the young man's face.
”I thought she'd been telling a lot of tales,” he said, fiercely. ”No doubt she has blackened my character through and through! I can never hope to overcome your impression of me, Miss Marvin!”
”On the contrary!” said Faith, hotly, ”she has never spoken of you to me! All that she ever said of you was said on those two occasions in your presence. But she doesn't have to speak, for I can see it in her face. That girl's soul is on your conscience. You are responsible for her, Mr. Denton!”
Young Denton turned and looked at her searchingly.
”So long as you believe that, there is no hope for me,” he muttered.
The next moment he bowed silently and left the apartment. When he had gone Faith stood a moment almost trembling with excitement. She did not even try to explain her many conflicting emotions. This much she knew--she pitied him exceedingly, he was so young, so weak--she could reason no further.
When her mother came in she was crying softly. The events of the day had completely unnerved her.
Mrs. Marvin finally succeeded in comforting her a little, and then followed plans for the future, both for themselves and others.
They decided to move as soon as possible, so that they could accommodate little d.i.c.k in a more satisfactory manner, and also have a room for a servant and one for visitors.
It was a pleasant programme, and its arrangement cheered Mrs. Marvin wonderfully. She was one of those women who droop under adversity, but who spring up like a flower at the first gleam of suns.h.i.+ne.
Contrary to her wishes, Faith insisted on going to the store the next morning. She was so decided about the matter that Mrs. Marvin dared not argue.
”I shall say nothing about our fortune,” she said, as she started, ”until I see exactly how it will affect my position as a helper.”
The new cloak-room was swarming with girls when she arrived, and as soon as Lou Willis saw her she shouted to her:
”h.e.l.lo! Miss Marvin! have you heard the news? Lightning has struck downstairs, and it is raining surprises!”
”It's a pity lightning didn't strike the jewelry counter,” called another voice; ”but if it did, I suppose it would find Lou insulated!
You'd go on talking just the same; ain't that so, Willis?”
”I talk when I have anything to say,” was the girl's curt answer, ”but at present, if you please, I am addressing Miss Marvin!”
”Dear me, how respectful we are to some folks!” was the mocking reply.
”How did you manage, Lou, to get that handle before the Marvin?”
”Oh, do shut up!” was Lou's emphatic reply. ”I want to tell my news and you are not giving me the chance! They say that old Forbes has gone home sick! He can't stand the racket!”
”What do you mean?” asked Faith, as she hung up her hat.
”Why, the boss' religious attack has upset him completely--knocked him out in one round--and I don't much wonder. How on earth could you expect any sane man to look on at the changes in this store and not shake in his shoes if he has money invested in the business?”
”What has Mr. Denton done now?” asked Faith, with great interest.
”Hired a lot of new hands, for one thing,” was Lou's prompt answer, ”and raised the salaries of more than half the clerks in the building!”
”Is that so, really?” asked a dozen voices.
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