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pprobation： How can the reign of justice be more speedily brought about than by making the reign of lawlawyer lawintolerable？
About a fortnight after the trifling incident related in the previous chapter； Norman had to devise a secret agreement among several of the most eminent of his clients。 They wished to band together； to do a thing expressly forbidden by the law； they wished to conspire to lower wages and raise prices in several railway systems under their control。 But none would trust the others； so there must be something in writing； laid away in a secret safety deposit box along with sundry bundles of securities put up as forfeit； all in the custody of Norman。 When he had worked out in his mind and in fragmentary notes the details of their agreement； he was ready for some one to do the clerical work。 The some one must be absolutely trustworthy； as the plain language of the agreement would make clear to the dullest mind dazzling opportunities for profitnot only in stock jobbing but also in blackmail。 He rang for Tetlow； the head clerk。 Tetlowsmooth and sly and smug； lacking only courageous initiative to make him a great lawyer； but； lacking that； lacking allTetlow entered and closed the door behind him。
Norman leaned back in his desk chair and laced his fingers behind his head。 〃One of your typewriters is a slight blonde girlsits in the corner to the far left if she's still here。〃
〃Miss Hallowell；〃 said Tetlow。 〃We are letting her go at the end of this week。 She's nice and ladylike； and willingin fact； most anxious to please。 But the work's too difficult for her。 She's ratherratherwell； not exactly stupid； but slow。〃
〃Um；〃 said Norman reflectively。 〃There's Miss Bostwickperhaps she'll do。〃
〃Miss Bostwick got married last week。〃
Norman smiled。 He remembered the girl because she was the oldest and homeliest in the office。 〃There's somebody for everybodyeh； Tetlow？〃
〃He was a lighthouse keeper；〃 said Tetlow。 〃There's a story that he advertised for a wife。 But that may be a joke。〃
〃Why not that MissMiss Halloway？〃 mused Norman。
〃Miss Hallowell；〃 corrected Tetlow。
〃Hallowellyes。 Is sheVERY incompetent？
〃Not exactly that。 But business is slackening and she's been only temporaryand〃
Norman cut him off with； 〃Send her in。〃
〃You don't wish her dismissed？ I haven't told her yet。〃
〃Oh； I'm not interfering in your department。 Do as you like。 。 。 。 Noin this caselet her stay on for the present。〃
〃I can use her；〃 said Tetlow。 〃And she gets only ten a week。〃
Norman frowned。 He did not like to HEAR that an establishment in which he had control paid less than decent living wageseven if the market price did excuseyes； compel it。 〃Send her in；〃 he repeated。 Then； as Tetlow was about to leave； 〃She is trustworthy？〃
〃All our force is。 I see to that； Mr。 Norman。〃
〃Has she a young mansteady company； I think they call it？〃
〃She has no friends at all。 She's extremely shy at least； reserved。 Lives with her father； an old crank of an analytical chemist over in Jersey City。 She hasn't even a lady friend。〃
〃Well； send her in。〃
A moment later Norman； looking up from his work； saw the dim slim nonentity before him。 Again he leaned back and； as he talked with her； studied her face to make sure that his first judgment was correct。 〃Do you stay late every night？〃 asked he smilingly。
She colored a little； but enough to bring out the exquisite fineness of her white skin。 〃Oh； I don't mind；〃 said she； and there was no embarrassment in her manner。 〃I've got to learnand doing things over helps。〃
〃Nothing equal to it；〃 declared Norman。 〃You've been to school？〃
〃Only six weeks；〃 confessed she。 〃I couldn't afford to stay longer。〃
〃I mean the other sort of schoolnot the typewriting。〃
〃Oh！ Yes；〃 said she。 And once more he saw that extraordinary transformation。 She became all in an instant delicately； deliciously lovely； with the moving； in a way pathetic loveliness of sweet children and sweet flowers。 Her look was mystery； but not a mystery of guile。 She evidently did not wish to have her past brought to view； but it was equally apparent that behind it lay hid nothing shameful； only the sad； perhaps the painful。 Of all the periods of life youth is the best fitted to bear deep sorrows； for then the spirit has its full measure of elasticity。 Yet a shadow upon youth is always more moving than the shadows of maturer yearsthose shadows that do not lie upon the surface but are heavy and corroding stains。 When Norman saw this shadow upon her youth； so immature…looking； so helpless…looking； he felt the first impulse of genuine interest in her。 Perhaps； had that shadow happened to fall when he was seeing her as the commonplace and colorless little struggler for bread； and seeming doomed speedily to be worsted in the struggleperhaps； he would have felt no interest； but only the brief qualm of pity that we dare not encourage in ourselves； on a journey so beset with hopeless pitiful things as is the journey through life。
But he had no impulse to question her。 And with some surprise he noted that his reason for refraining was not the usual reasonunwillingness uselessly to add to one's own burdens by inviting the mournful confidences of another。 No； he checked himself because in the manner of this frail and mouselike creature； dim though she once more was； there appeared a dignity； a reserve； that made intrusion curiously impossible。 With an apologetic note in his voicea kind and friendly voicehe said：
〃Please have your typewriter brought in here。 I want you to do some work for mework that isn't to be spoken ofnot even to Mr。 Tetlow。〃 He looked at her with grave penetrating eyes。 〃You will not speak of it？〃
〃No；〃 replied she； and nothing more。 But she accompanied the simple negative with a clear and honest sincerity of the eyes that set his mind completely at rest。 He felt that this girl had never in her life told a real lie。
One of the office boys installed the typewriter； and presently Norman and the quiet nebulous girl at whom no one would trouble to look a second time were seated opposite each other with the broad table desk between； he leaning far back in his desk chair； fingers interlocked behind his proud； strong…looking head； she holding sharpened pencil suspended over the stenographic note… book。 Long before she seated herself he had forgotten her except as machine。 There followed a troubled hour； as he dictated； ordered erasure； redictated； ordered re… readings； skipped back and forth； in the effort to frame the secret agreement in the fewest and simplest； and least startlingly unlawful； words。 At last he leaned forward with the shine of triumph in his eyes。
〃Read straight through；〃 he commanded。
She read； interrupted occasionally by a sharp order from him to correct some mistake in her notes。
〃Again；〃 he commanded； when she translated the last of her notes。
This time she was not interrupted once。 When she ended； he exclaimed： 〃Good！ I don't see how you did it so well。〃
〃Nor do I；〃 said she。
〃You say you are only a beginner。〃
〃I couldn't have done it so well for anyone else；〃 said she。 〃You aredifferent。〃
The remark was worded most flatteringly； but it did not sound so。 He saw that she did not herself understand what she meant by 〃different。〃 HE understood； for he knew the difference between the confused and confusing ordinary minds and such an intelligence as his ownsimple； luminous； enlightening all minds； however dark； so long as they were in the light…flooded region around it。
〃Have I made the meaning clear？〃 he asked。
He hoped she would reply that he had not； though this would have indicated a partial defeat in the object he hadto put the complex thing so plainly that no one could fail to understand。 But she answered； 〃Yes。〃
He congratulated himself that his overestimate of her ignorance of affairs had not lured him into giving her the names of the parties at interest to transcribe。 But did she really understand？ To test her； he said：
〃What do you think of it？〃
〃That it's wicked；〃 replied she； without hesitation and in her small； quiet voice。
He laughed。 In a way this girl； sitting there this inconsequential and negligible atomtypefied the masses of mankind against whom that secret agreement was directed。 They； the feeble and powerless ones； with their necks ever bent under the yoke of the mighty and their feet ever stumbling into the traps of the crafty they； too； would utter an impotent 〃Wicked！〃 if they knew。 His voice had the note of gentle raillery in it as he said：
〃Nonot wicked。 Just business。〃
She was looking down at her book； her face expressionless。 A few moments before he would have said it was an empty face。 Now it seemed to him sphynxlike。
〃Just business；〃 he repeated。 〃It is going to take money from those who don't know how to keep or to spend it and give it to those who do know how。 The money will go for building up civilization； instead of for beer and for bargain…trough finery to make working men's wives and daughters look cheap and nasty。〃
She was silent。
〃Now； do you understand？〃
〃I understand what you said。〃 She looked at him as she spoke