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~~ A Ooeiplicition of ‘Troubles. 61 “My. esr child, don’t get angry. I shall not harm you,” said the man, politely, “but you surprised me out of myself. I did not dream of meeting you.’ As Faith still stood staring at him he continued, speak- ing hurriedly, and his manner became so chivalrous that the young girl soon accused herself mentally of rudeness. — “You see, it is this way, miss. I was thinking of the sweetest little girl in the whole big world, and when [I saw your face you were so much like her that to save my soul I could not help that exclamation. You will pardon me, I am sure, for I] meant no harm whatever! Iam old enough to be your father, so you see you have no reason to fear me.” “T spoke hastily,” said Faith, slowly. “I had no wish to be rude, but you must admit that I had cause to feel a little startled.” “You did, indeed, and I apologize humbly, bie am I not right in thinking that I have seen you somewhere before? Are you not employed in the department store of Denton, Day & Co.?” | Faith looked at him in surprise. _“T have worked there two days,” she began, a little hastily. 3 _ “And I have seen you twice,’ replied the stranger, promptly. “Your face is a sweet one. I could not for- get i. The words were spoken so quietly that Faith could not resent them. She was moving slowly toward her home now, feeling a little bit nervous. “That is a dreadful life for a girl,’ went on the man, very quietly. “It is agony for.the poor things, both of mind and body!” _ “You are right, sir,” cried Faith, who had thought in- ‘stantly of Miss Jennings. “The shop girls’ life is one con- tinuous drudgery. She is the slave of circumstances and the victim of conditions.” “Tam surprised that so many enter the life. Then are saben other vocations. They choose the hardest one ssible.”’ rs “But do they choose ?” asked Faith, who had become in- fe 4 bo | | ' comicbooks (xo)