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THE POWER OF LOVE
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Margaret's birthday party
until you have seen papa," she interposed. ' ' I know he would not have you go. To please me, go back into the shop until my father comes. ' '
With a courteous bow, Benham obeyed her, but Stanley, his face distorted with rage, whirled suddenly toward Margaret.
"So you countermand my orders, do you?" he said hoarsely. "I believe you like that common fellow. You wear his bracelet, and refuse mine. I wont stand for it — you shall wear it no longer!"
Beside himself with rage, he roughly seized her hand and quickly wrenched the bracelet from her arm. The girl was too frightened to offer much resistance. "Mr. Benham!" she screamed.
It needed but one cry. The foreman, loth to leave her alone with the angry man, had lingered by the door, and his response was prompt and effective. Fuller, coming in an instant later, discovered, to his astonishment, Margaret in tears and Stanley prone upon the floor, with Benham standing over him.
"What does this mean?" he cried, anxiously hurrying to his daughter's side.
At this critical moment a committee of workmen filed in at the rear door and viewed the scene with amazement and apparent satisfaction.
"Get up, Stanley," said Fuller, taking command of the situation. "Stand back, Benham. Now, Margaret, dear, explain what happened, and be quick — I cant understand — "
"He was discharging Mr. Benham, ' ' explained Margaret, ' ' and then he got angry at me and shook me and took away my bracelet. I screamed for Mr. Benham and he came."
"It looks as if he did," said her father, grimly, surveying Stanley's battered appearance. "We'll attend to Mr. Stanley later." Fuller's face was grave, but deep in his eyes there lurked a gleam of quiet satisfaction.
"Now, men, what have you decided?" he asked briskly, turning to the workmen.
"We've decided to quit, sir," said the spokesman, regretfully. "We'd work for you, sir, and if it was neces