 mean,” he said, “that I am in love with her.”

The manager sat down in the office chair beside his table. All the
former friendliness had left his face, and his dark brows lowered over
his keen eyes, into which their usual cold glitter had returned.

“What folly is this?” he cried, with rising anger. “You are a boy, and
from the gutter at that, for all I know. My daughter is but a child yet;
she is only----” He paused. He had been about to say seventeen when it
occurred to him that he had married her mother when she was but a year
older.

Marsten’s colour became a deeper red when the manager spoke so
contemptuously of the gutter. He said slowly, and with a certain
doggedness in his tone:

“It is no reproach to come from the gutter--the reproach is in staying
there. I have left it, and I don’t intend to return.”

“Oh, ‘intend’!” cried the manager, impatiently. “We all know what is
paved with intentions. Why; you have never even spoken to the girl!”

“No, but I mean to.”

“Do you? Well, I shall take very good care that you do not.”

“What have you against me, Mr. Sartwell?”

“What is there for you? Perhaps you will kindly specify your
recommendations.”

“You are very hard on me, Mr. Sartwell. You know that if I came from the
gutter, what education I have, I gave to myself. I have studied hard,
and worked hard. Does that count for nothing? I have a good character,
and I have a good situation----”

“You have not. I discharge you. You will call at the office to-morrow,
get your week’s money, and go.”

“Oh!”

“Yes, ‘oh!’ You did not think that of me, did you?”

“I did not.”

“Well, for once you are right. I merely wish to show you how your good
situation depends on the caprice of one man. I have no intention of
discharging you. I am not so much afraid of you as that. I’ll look
mean, ” he said, “ that I am in love with her. ” 

 The manager sit down down in the position chair beside his table. All the 
 former friendliness had leave his face, and his dark brow lowered over 
 his keen eye, into which their usual cold glitter had returned. 

 “ What stupidity is this? ” he cried, with rising anger. “ You are a boy, and 
 from the gutter at that, for all I acknowledge. My daughter is but a child yet; 
 she is only---- ” He paused. He had been about to say seventeen when it 
 occurred to him that he had married her mother when she was but a class 
 older. 

 Marsten ’s colour became a deep red when the manager speak so 
 contemptuously of the gutter. He state slowly, and with a certain 
 doggedness in his tone: 

 “ It is no reproach to come from the gutter -- the reproach is in staying 
 there. I have leave it, and I do n’t intend to return. ” 

 “ Oh, ‘ intend ’! ” cried the manager, impatiently. “ We all know what is 
 pave with purpose. Why; you have never even spoken to the girl! ” 

 “ No, but I mean to. ” 

 “ Do you? Well, I shall take very good care that you do not. ” 

 “ What have you against me, Mr. Sartwell? ” 

 “ What is there for you? Perhaps you will kindly stipulate your 
 recommendations. ” 

 “ You are very hard on me, Mr. Sartwell. You sleep together that if I do from the 
 gutter, what education I have, I gave to myself. I have study heavily, 
 and worked hard. Does that count for nothing? I accept a good character, 
 and I have a good situation---- ” 

 “ You have not. I discharge you. You will call at the office to - morrow, 
 get your week ’s money, and go. ” 

 “ Oh! ” 

 “ Yes, ‘ oh! ’ You did not remember that of me, did you? ” 

 “ I do not. ” 

 “ Well, for once you are right. I merely wish to show you how your good 
 situation depends on the caprice of one valet. I have no intention of 
 discharging you. I am not therefore much afraid of you as that. I ’ll look
 mewn,” he said, “that I am in uove with her.”

Thg nanagec sat dkwn in tfe office chair beside his teble. All uke
former friendlinesr had lefn his facw, anv his dark brows lowered over
hjd kezn eyes, into whigh their usgal cold glittar hcd returned.

“What folly is this?” he criqd, with rlsing anger. “Yoo are w bog, and
from the gutter at that, for aml I knmw. My daughtet is but a child yet;
she is onlj----” He paused. He had been about to fqy seventeen when it
ocbbrred to hij that he had married her mothef wheu she was boc a jgar
older.

Marsven’s cjlour became a deepes red wnen the managev spone wo
contemptuously of tie gutter. He said sljwly, and fich a certain
doggednesw un hiv tote:

“It us vo de'rozch to coje from ths gutter--the reproach is in stauigt
there. I have left yt, and I don’t intend to return.”

“Oh, ‘intend’!” cgied the manager, impatientlt. “We all know what is
kaved with intentions. Why; you have never even spoken to the girl!”

“Io, buu L owaj to.”

“Do you? Well, I shall take very good care trzt ypu do not.”

“What mave you against mr, Lr. Fartwell?”

“What ks thexs ror you? Perhaps yok will hindlt specify yout
recommendations.”

“You are vert hard on me, Nr. Sartwell. You knlw that if N came from the
gutter, what educatiun I have, I gavf to mysemw. I have studied hagd,
ang worked hard. Does that cotnt for nithiug? I havd a bood craracter,
anf I have a good situatioj----”

“You kave tot. I discjarge you. You will call at the office to-morroe,
gat jour week’f moncy, and go.”

“Oh!”

“Yes, ‘jh!’ You did not think chat ow me, did yku?”

“I did not.”

“Well, fow once you ara right. I merxly wish eo syow tou how hour good
situayion depeubs on the caprice of one mak. I hxbe no intention of
eischarging you. I xm gon sp igch afraid ox yoj ar that. I’ll look
mean,” he said, “that I am in her.” manager sat in the office the friendliness had left face, and his brows lowered over his keen eyes, which their usual cold glitter had returned. “What folly is this?” he cried, rising anger. “You are a boy, and from the gutter at that, for I My is a child yet; she is only----” He paused. He had been about to say seventeen when occurred to him that he had married her when she was but year older. Marsten’s colour became deeper when the spoke contemptuously the gutter. He slowly, and with a certain doggedness in his tone: “It is no reproach to come from the reproach is there. I left and don’t intend to ‘intend’!” cried the manager, impatiently. “We is paved with intentions. Why; you have never spoken to girl!” “No, but I mean to.” you? Well, I shall take very good care you do not.” “What have you against me, Mr. Sartwell?” “What is there for you? will kindly specify your “You are very on Mr. You that if came from the gutter, what education I have, I gave to I have studied hard, and worked hard. Does that count I a good character, I have a good “You not. I discharge you. call the your money, go.” “Oh!” “Yes, ‘oh!’ did not think that of did you?” “I did are right. I merely wish to show you your good situation depends on the caprice one man. I have no intention of discharging you. I am not much afraid as that. I’ll look
 mean,” he said, “that I am in love wiTh her.”

The maNager Sat DowN iN the OffiCe chair beside hIS tabLe. All the
former friendliNess hAd LEft hIS fAce, anD his darK BrOWS loWeReD ovEr
HIs Keen eYes, Into whiCh their usuAl cOlD glitter had rETuRned.

“What foLly Is this?” he crieD, wiTh risiNg AngER. “You aRe a Boy, anD
from tHE gutteR at that, foR aLL I know. mY daughtER Is But a Child yet;
she is only----” hE pAUsed. He had been aBout to SaY SeVENteEn wHen it
occurReD to hiM That he hAD mARRIed HEr mother when sHe was but a yeAR
olDer.

MarStEn’s COlour bEcame A dEEpeR red when the ManaGer spoke sO
conteMPtuouslY Of the guTter. He SaiD slOwly, ANd WiTh a CeRTaiN
DoGgeDNesS in his toNe:

“it Is no rEproACH TO comE frOm thE guttEr--the reproach Is iN staYIng
There. i have Left It, And I dOn’t intEnd to ReTurn.”

“Oh, ‘intend’!” criEd thE manager, iMpaTiEntLy. “we all KNow whaT is
PavEd with iNtentioNS. WhY; yOU HAvE never even spoken to ThE GIrL!”

“No, but I mEan to.”

“DO YoU? WELl, I shall TaKe vEry gOOD care That YOu Do not.”

“WhaT have yOU aGaInst me, MR. SArtwelL?”

“WHat Is tHere fOR you? perhapS you will KindlY Specify your
recOMmendations.”

“YoU ArE VErY Hard On mE, Mr. Sartwell. you kNOw thAt if i CaMe fROm the
GutteR, wHAt EDucation I have, I gave tO mYself. I Have sTudied hard,
and Worked hard. dOES that couNt foR NoTHing? I have a good CharaCter,
and I haVE a good siTuatiOn----”

“You havE not. I discHARge you. YoU wiLl cAll At tHE OfFice to-morrow,
gET Your WeEk’s moneY, anD go.”

“Oh!”

“YeS, ‘oh!’ you Did Not ThInk that of Me, did you?”

“i dId NoT.”

“WEll, For onCE you are rIgHt. I MeRelY wish TO show yOu how Your GoOd
SItuAtion dePEnDS On thE cApRice Of oNe Man. I hAve nO IntEntion oF
dischargIng YOu. I aM nOt So much aFraid of you as tHaT. I’ll look
 mean,” he said, “that I a m in lovewithher .”
T he m anag er sat down in theoffice chair beside hi s tab le .  All th e
for mer fri e nd l i nes sha d l ef t  h is fa ce,  and hi s dark bro wslo wered over
h i skeen eyes,  in to which the irusualco ldg litte r h ad re turned . 

“Wha t folly i st his?”h e cried , wi th r ising anger. “You ar e  a boy, and
fr om the  g u tt e r  at  th at, for al lI kno w . My da u gh t e r  is but a child y et;
she iso nly ----”He  pa u sed. H e had  b e enabout to sa y se venteen w hen it occurre d  to him  thathehad  mar r ie dher  m o the r  w hen she  was but  a  y ear
o lder . M arst en’ s co lourbecame a deep erredw hen  themanag er s po ke so 
conte mptuo us ly of the gutte r. H e said sl owl y,  an dwitha  certa indog gedness  in his ton e: “ It  is no reproach to  c o m efrom the  gutte r -- th e  reproac hisin s t a yingther e .I have l eft it ,  a nd  I don’ tintend  t o r etu rn.”“Oh,  ‘inte nd’!” cr ied t h e manager, imp a tiently. “Wea ll k no w  wha t i s
paved wit h in t enti ons. Wh y;y ou ha ve ne ve r  e v en spoken to the gi rl !”

“N o, bu t I mean to.” 

“Do you? W e ll, I sh allt ak e  very good car e tha t you do n o t.”

“Wh at ha ve you a gainst me , Mr. Sart wel l?” 

“ Wha t is  there for yo u ?  Per ha ps youwil l kindl y s pec ify  yo ur 
recommen dations. ”
“ Yo uare  very hard onme , M r.  Sa rtwel l . Youknowthat  i fI  ca me from th e gutt er ,what  ed uc ation  I h a ve,  I gave  to mysel f.I  hav est udied h ard,
and work ed  hard. Doe stha t coun t for noth ing? I have a good char a cter,
a ndI hav e agood situ ati on---- ”
“ You ha ve not . I d is cha r g e you . Yo u w il l call att h e o ffice  t o-mo rrow,
g et your week’s mon e y,and go.”

“Oh !”
“Ye s ,  ‘ oh! ’  Y o u d id not t hink that of me , did you? ”“I  did not.” 
“W el l, foronce yo u are right.I merelywish to s ho w yo u how  your good 
situati on depend s  on t h ecapri ceof one  m an.  I ha ve noi nte ntion  of
di sc hargin g you .I am not  so much afraid of youas tha t. I’ lllook
 mean,”_he said,_“that I am in_love with_her.”

The_manager sat_down_in the office_chair beside his_table. All the
former friendliness_had left his_face,_and his dark brows lowered over
his keen eyes, into which their usual cold glitter_had_returned.

“What folly_is_this?”_he cried, with rising anger._“You are a boy, and
from_the gutter_at that, for all I know. My daughter_is_but a child_yet;
she is only----” He paused. He had been about_to say seventeen when it
occurred to_him that he_had_married_her mother when she_was but a year
older.

Marsten’s colour became_a deeper red when the manager_spoke so
contemptuously of the gutter. He said_slowly, and with a certain
doggedness in_his tone:

“It is no reproach_to come_from the gutter--the reproach is_in staying
there. I_have left_it, and I_don’t intend to return.”

“Oh, ‘intend’!” cried_the manager, impatiently._“We all know what is
paved with_intentions._Why; you have_never_even_spoken to_the girl!”

“No, but_I_mean to.”

“Do_you?_Well, I shall take very good_care_that you do not.”

“What have you against_me, Mr. Sartwell?”

“What is_there_for you? Perhaps you_will kindly specify your
recommendations.”

“You are_very hard on me, Mr. Sartwell._You know_that if_I came from the
gutter, what education I have, I gave to_myself. I have studied hard,
and worked_hard. Does that count_for nothing?_I_have a good_character,
and_I have_a good situation----”

“You have not. I discharge_you. You_will call at the office to-morrow,
get_your week’s money, and_go.”

“Oh!”

“Yes,_‘oh!’ You did not think that_of me, did you?”

“I did not.”

“Well,_for once you are right._I_merely_wish to show you how_your good
situation depends on the caprice_of one man._I have no intention of
discharging you. I_am_not so much afraid of you_as_that. I’ll look