For Love or Gold? The Story of a Great Department Store — page 57: what you’re looking at

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CHAPTER XI. A DEATH IN THE CLOAK-ROOM. When Faith reached the cloak-room she found a scene of the wildest confusion. A number of clerks and cash girls were surrounding Miss Jennings, who lay on the floor upon a pile of wraps which they had hurriedly thrown down for her. Mr. Gibson, the manager, was bending over her with a glass of water in his hand, and was giving orders right and left in an excited manner. ~ “Go for a doctor, some one!” he cried. “No, get an ambulance—that will be better! The officer on the cor- ner will call one for you. It will never do to have her die here! The newspapers would all get it, and goodness only knows what they would say about us.” He raised his head as he spoke and found himself face to face with the new packer in the ribbon department. She was as white as chalk and her eyes were flaming with anger. “How dare you.send her to a hospital when she is so ill?” she whispered, sharply. “Get a physician here at once, sir, and a glass of wine instead of water.” She pushed her way through the group of frightened girls and looked upon her friend, whom she saw at once was unconscious from weakness. “Stand back a little, girls, and give her air,” she cried, firmly “There is none too much ventilation in this place, Mr. Gibson; quick—lower the windows if you can, sir.” Without dreaming of disobeying, Mr. Gibson sprang to the window. There was something so commanding in her manner that she fairly over-awed him. ‘The next moment he had dispatched cash girls for a doctor and _some wine, even taking the money. out of his own pocket to pay for the cordial. Faith had succeeded in clearing a circle about the fainting girl, and was just ‘looking for something with bs = cGomicbooks-¢o