LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS

“‘I will teach you to love he,’ he cried”

“‘You won’t make an out-and-out idiot of yourself, will you Ursula?’”

“’Would you like to think I was marrying you for what you have?—­or for any other reason whatever but for what you are?’”

“‘It has killed me,’ he groaned.”

“She glanced complacently down at her softly glistening shoulders.”

“‘Father . . .  I have asked you not to interfere between Fred and me.’”

“Evidently she had been crying.”

“At Josephine’s right sat a handsome young foreigner.”

THE GRAIN OF DUST

I

Into the offices of Lockyer, Sanders, Benchley, Lockyer & Norman, corporation lawyers, there drifted on a December afternoon a girl in search of work at stenography and typewriting.  The firm was about the most important and most famous—­radical orators often said infamous—­in New York.  The girl seemed, at a glance, about as unimportant and obscure an atom as the city hid in its vast ferment.  She was blonde—­tawny hair, fair skin, blue eyes.  Aside from this hardly conclusive mark of identity there was nothing positive, nothing definite, about her.  She was neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin, neither grave nor gay.  She gave the impression of a young person of the feminine gender—­that, and nothing more.  She was plainly dressed, like thousands of other girls, in darkish blue jacket and skirt and white shirt waist.  Her boots and gloves were neat, her hair simply and well arranged.  Perhaps in these respects—­in neatness and taste—­she did excel the average, which is depressingly low.  But in a city where more or less strikingly pretty women, bent upon being seen, are as plentiful as the blackberries of Kentucky’s July—­in New York no one would have given her a second look, this quiet young woman screened in an atmosphere of self-effacement.

She applied to the head clerk.  It so happened that need for another typewriter had just arisen.  She got a trial, showed enough skill to warrant the modest wage of ten dollars a week; she became part of the office force of twenty or twenty-five young men and women similarly employed.  As her lack of skill was compensated by industry and regularity, she would have a job so long as business did not slacken.  When it did, she would be among the first to be let go.  She shrank into her obscure niche in the great firm, came and went in mouse-like fashion, said little, obtruded herself never, was all but forgotten.