him. This pay day he dropped from the garret window, leaving an old empty trunk. I got on his trail to-day, and I want to garnishee his wages. How do I go about it?"
"I don't know the process," said Ralph, "never having had any experience in that class of business, but I should say garnisheeing in this case would simply be sending good money after bad."
"How?" demanded Mrs. Davis sharply.
"Bemis has very likely drawn every cent the company owes him."
"But his pay is running on."
"Not now, madam. He was discharged two days ago."
"W-what!" voiced Mrs. Davis, in dismay. "And won't he be taken back?"
"From what I hear—hardly," said Ralph.
The woman's strong, weather-beaten features relaxed. All her impetuosity seemed to die out with her hope. Ralph felt sorry for her. She was brusque and harsh of manner, masculine in her ways, but the womanly helplessness now exhibited was pathetic.
She tottered back to the armchair, every vestige of willfulness and force gone. Apparently this odd creature never did things by halves. She sunk down in the chair, and began to cry as if her heart would break. Ralph was called back
