Is that so ?" The man with the glazed hat leaned over the table and made an imaginary shot that sent the ball spinning round the cushions.

Then, walking round the table, he recovered the ball and placed it upon the spot.

This duty discharged, getting ready for another shot, he said: "S'pose she has ?" The master choked up again, but, squeezing the cushion of the table in his gloved hand, he went on: "If you are a gentleman, I have only to tell you that I am her guardian, and responsible for her career.

You know as well as I do the kind of life you offer her.

As you may learn of anyone here, I have already brought her out of an existence worse than death--out of the streets and the contamination of vice.