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y he ne ea 4 o'r he CHAPTER XVIII. FAITH BECOMES AN OBJECT OF JEALOUS * ihe Mr, Day opened the office door with the message in his hand, he hesitated for a moment, in something like be- : wilderment: Faith Marvin was standing belies his partners with a. paper in her hand, and just as he entered she was speaking — eagerly. “We would be so thankful if you would do this, ee vonen—-cven for half a day, if you cannot spare a whole one: You see, poor Miss Jennings has no family, only a crippled brother, so we clerks are reallv her brothers and sisters. She was a dear, good girl; so patient and resigned. If we could lay her in the grave ourselves: it . would be a sweet and solemn pleasure.” She turned from one of the men to the other with hee appealing glance, even including Mr. Day as he stood irresolute upon the threshold. Mr. Forbes was the first to recover his voice. The girl’s appearance and the petition had made them both dumb _ for a minute. “It can’t be done, Miss Marvin,” he said, curtly. “It would be establishing a precedent; isn’t it so, Mr. Den- ton ?”’ “But surely, Mr. Forbes, such a precedent would do no- harm!” cried Faith quickly. “Poor “Mary. is the: fret]. ed ; Wi ney ‘ : Pe ¢ ' oi A See . clerk who has died in the store, you know. It isn’t at all — os likely that there will be any others.” _ Mr. Forbes stared at her curiously. He was not exactly | te angry. As she stood supplicatingly before him, she wae v radiantly beautiful. “Why not have it in the evening ! ?” suggested Mr. Den-~ y ~ ton. He had found his voice at last, and came to the superintendent’s rescue. “The girls are so tired at night,” said Faith, sighing. “a thought of that—but it did not seem advisable.” = EComicbooks.co