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Fortune, fate, call it what you will, favored Kendale on this particular occasion, as it usually did. He found Claire alone in the drawing-room practising some sheet music which he had sent her a few days before. She started up in confusion as the servant ushered him into the room, a swift blush crimsoning her cheeks. "Mamma will be down directly, Mr.
With the fury of a tiger, David Conway threw himself against it with all his strength; strong as the lock was, it could not withstand the weight that was brought to bear upon it, and in an instant it was snapped asunder, the door falling in with a crash. With a terrible imprecation Kendale wheeled about, his grasp around the girl's waist slackening for a single instant.
By this time Kendale was recovering from the stunning blows which had been dealt him realized that help was at hand; the employees would be in duty bound to protect him from the enraged man before him. He realized, too, that the old cashier meant that he should remain there on his knees and beg the girl's pardon before all these people. Ere Mr.
"You are not going off to be married, I hope?" exclaimed Kendale in the greatest of astonishment. A light-hearted, happy, ringing laugh broke from Armstrong's mustached lips, the color rushed into his face, and his brown eyes twinkled merrily. "There's the dearest little girl in all the world in the case," he admitted, "but I haven't time to tell you about it now. I'll see you later."
"You ought not to have any scruples on that score," exclaimed Kendale, boastfully. "After leaving my amiable cousin on the night of the accident, did I not go immediately to the pretty little heiress, Faynie Fairfax, and successfully pass myself off as the lover she was waiting to elope with? And the little beauty never knew the difference."
Kendale never could fully comprehend how it happened that in five minutes' time the five hundred employees of the place heard what had occurred, and in less time than it takes to recount it the strangest event that had ever taken place in the annals of a great New York business house occurred there was a mighty uproar and by one accord the great throng of employees quitted their tasks badly as they needed work and dashed out into the street, leaving the vast emporium to the hundreds of astonished customers with which it was crowded at that hour.
"We will proceed to relieve him of his private papers, keys, wallet, and so forth," said Kendale; and, as if in compliance with some previously arranged plan, the three set upon Lester, and in his almost helpless condition it was not difficult to overpower him and take from him his possessions, which Kendale quickly took charge of.
"Confound you all, I discharge the whole lot of you!" shouted Kendale, now quite sobered by the excitement he was passing through. "Don't think your going troubles me even a little bit. The set of men don't live who will ever trouble me or my business!"
I ought to know, of course, but I forget. Come, brush up my memory a bit, won't you?" "Your memory seems indeed very poor all at once," said Margery, spiritedly, "considering the fact that you have known me since I was a little child" and, in spite of her efforts at self-control, big tears brimmed over the pretty eyes and rolled down the round cheeks. In an instant Kendale was on his feet.
She stood before him as one mesmerized by the baleful gleam in his merciless concentrated gaze, as the fluttering, frightened bird does in the presence of the deadly serpent that means to destroy it. "Won't be sociable, eh?" muttered Kendale. "You are not diplomatic; you don't know your own interests. Sit down here and tell me all about yourself how long you have been here, and all about it.
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