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THOSE WHO TOIL
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across it till her dark eyes burned close to the millionaire's face.
"There is my brother, whom your oilwells have made into a thief!" she said slowly. "It was rather amusing what Will stole — a cheap ring from a jeweler's window. He threw a stone thru it to get it — a cheap, tawdry, red jewel. He wanted it to give to his sweetheart, for we will have sweethearts, we toilers, whether we can afford to love or not! And so they took the ring off the girl's fingers and put him into prison. And
plethoric. The sound went to the woman's brain like acid on a raw wound. She was not a lady — only a mill-girl with a veneer of education over a primitive soul. With a hoarse gasp of rage, she snatched up a paper-knife from the desk and sprang forward — to find her arm held in a grip of steel.
"None of that, young woman," said William Jameson, smoothly. "You may be anxious to emulate Charlotte Corday, but I have got into the habit of living and dont care to change. Attempted
'take her away, but for heaven's sake dont make a FUSS ABOUT it. the papers
DONT LOVE ME ANY TOO WELL AS IT IS"
there is Annie, my sister — the prettiest little girl in the district. Your superintendent thought so, too, and last night Annie tried to kill herself. And there is my father" — her voice grew hoarse — "twenty years ! — from six to six. day in and day out, till he grew bent and bald and shriveled ; and last week one of your rotten cranks broke and criooled him, and they stopped his pay ! They wrung him dry of even drop of vitality and courage and hope, and then they tossed him by to die because they were thru with him! Do you call that justice? I'm not asking for pity or generosity — only for justice! Are you going to give it to us, William Jameson?"
In answer the man laughed aloud — the breathy laugh of one well fed and
assault. Gordon. Take her away, but, for heaven's sake, dont make a fuss about it. The papers dont love me any too well as it is, and it might disturb the shindig below. By the way, young woman" — he turned grimly to Jane, panting in the grip of the detectives his push-button had summoned — "the masked ball is for the benefit of the Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals, if you'd care to know, so you see you were laboring under a delusion in accusing me of not being charitable !"
The girl looked at him silently, and the sneer on his lips grew slightly forced. He watched the slender, dark-robed figure move away, proudly erect, between the detectives, and suddenly he sank down at the desk and stare-d, with frown