The man she hated : or, Won by strategy
done.

[Pg 102]

[Pg 102]

CHAPTER XIII. ORDERED TO VACATE.

ORDERED TO VACATE.

Poor Fair was so ill from fright and grief the next day that she was unable to rise from her bed, and the woman who had spent the night with her sent in her little girl to spend the day.

In the late afternoon she felt better, and rose and dressed herself, thinking that some of her factory friends would be sure to call after work hours.

She was not disappointed, for about tea time Alice Stevens came in and gave her a hearty hug and kiss. The little girl slipped away to her mother, and then Fair said eagerly:

“Alice, you’ve come to stay with me?”

Alice’s pretty, good-natured face grew suddenly grave.

“Oh, Fair, don’t be mad with me! I can’t stay. My mother isn’t willing.”

“Why not?” asked Fair sharply.

“Oh, because——”

Alice stopped in embarrassment, and Fair understood without further words.

[Pg 103]

[Pg 103]

“Your mother thinks I ought to live with that wretch?” she said disdainfully; and Alice’s sorrowful silence gave assent.

“But—Lucy Miller?” the unfortunate girl asked falteringly.

“I came by her house, and her father and mother wouldn’t let her come. They are more down on you even than my mother. I think it’s a shame. Lucy cried and begged, but it was no use.”


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