Beautiful but Poor — page 196: what you’re looking at

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BEAUTIFUL BUT POOR. 187 commented on in brilliant terms. She had done this incalculable service, and then ‘completely with- — drawn from notice, and no one knew whither she had gone. ‘It was so like her.’’ That was all Mr. W—— said. But in it he paid her the highest compliment. . He found, on his arrival at the bindery, all who had come, the foreman and a good part of the hands, in a great state of excitement. They had all seen either the extras of the day be- fore, or got the morning papers. And the question among them all was, was the Hattie Butler alluded to the one who worked in the bindery. None of them, not even the foreman, had known of her leav- ing town, for Mr. W——, on Saturday night, had not thought it necessary to speak of it, and would not have done so now, except to his foreman, but for the questions of his work-people. But now, with a pride he had no wish to control, he told them it was their Hattie Butler—that she had been suddenly called away to the bedside of a sick relative in Boston, and that she was on the boat _ when she played the heroine so grandly. It was a wonder to see how proud those poor shop- workers felt. That one of their own class, as they regarded her, should suddenly become so famous, seemed like an individual triumph to each of them. “Ts Mr. Edward W—— here?”’ cried a messenger- boy, rushing up to the door. ‘‘Here’s a dispatch from Boston—marked private and very important!’ EComicboo cS €o