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"Hett Jackson's been gabblin' to you," she declared. "Hett knows more fool things that ain't so than any old heffer I know. She said I was about all in, didn't she? Prophesied I'd fall down and stay? I know her." Lee Virginia remained firm. "I'm not going by what she said, I've got eyes of my own. You need help, and if the doctor here can't help you, you must go to Sulphur or to Kansas City.
He had gone to her abasing himself; he came away as her employer, subtly cheered, encouraged, and lifted to new heights of vivid enterprise. "Sally Heffer!" he kept repeating. "Isn't she a marvel! And, miracle of miracles, she is going to swing the great work with me!"
Myra wondered why the girl had been arrested, and was surprised at her lack of shame and humiliation. But she had not much time for thought. The door opened again, and Sally Heffer entered, sparkling, neat, eyes clear. At once cries arose: "Here's Sal! Hello, Sally Heffer! Where have you been?" Girls crowded about. "What's the news? Where did you come from?" Where had Myra heard that name before?
However, one evening at committee meeting, her moment of realization came. The committee, including Myra and Joe and herself and some five others, were sitting about the hot stove, discussing the call of a Local on the East Side for a capable organizer. "It's hard to spare any one," mused Joe, "and yet " He looked about the circle. "There's Miss Craig and Miss Heffer."
There were many invaluable practical comments especially on how to get news and what news to get and each member was delegated to see to one department. Latsky and Giotto took immigration, Dunan took politics and the Irish, Heming took the East Side, Izon, foreign news, and Sally Heffer took workwomen.
He felt feverish and sick, as if he could no longer carry this burden with him. It seemed impossible to sit still. And yet he waited over an hour, waited until it was eight at night, all the gas-jets lit. The young woman came up to him. "You want to see Miss Heffer? Come this way." He was led up a flight of stairs to a little narrow hall-room.
I make them read your paper, Mr. Joe." It was not until nearly the end of the week that Joe sought out Sally Heffer.
San Francisco is shattered, and there is death and sorrow and destruction: a whole population is homeless whereupon the little human creatures come down from the hills like laughing gods and create but a more splendid city. Earth itself forges through its winters with an April power that flushes a continent with delicate blossoms and tints. Joe had come home from Sally Heffer a man renewed.
Sally Heffer was there at a roll-top desk, still in her little brown coat quiet, pale, her clear eyes remarkably penetrating. She turned. "Yes?" He shook pitifully,... then he sat down, holding his hat in his hands. "I'm Joe Blaine...." "Joe Blaine ... of what?" "Of the printery ... that burned...." She looked at him sharply. "So, you're the employer." "Yes, I am."
There was a feeling as if the crowd ought to have a throat to give vent to some strange, fierce fact that festered in its heart. And then toward the end the chairman announced that one of the hat-trimmers, one of the girls who worked in another hat factory, would address the meeting Miss Sally Heffer.
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