"No, I don't believe they are married," she replied, "and I've given them notice to leave. Mr. Graves gets hardly any pay, but he brings her all kinds of presents, and she sells them to the pawnbrokers."
On their return to the house, Mrs. Sanford made up a bed on the sofa for Ingham, and then went to her room.
The day following, Ingham went down to his work on the South Side, and did not return until eight o'clock in the evening. He said that he knew of a chance to buy a cigar stand in one of the leading hotels, and that he would like to do it if he could raise the money. Mrs. Sanford seemed to have taken a great fancy to her new lodger, for she told him that she would assist him, if it did not cost too much.
"By the way, I was sorry you were not here this afternoon," she said. "There was a very pretty young lady friend of mine here, and I would like to have you meet her."
"What was her name?"
"Ida Musgrove."
"Have you known her long?"
"Oh! no, I have only lived in Chicago a few months. I used to live in Cleveland before I separated from my husband, and we had a fine stone-front house there."
"How did you happen to leave your husband?" asked Ingham.
"Well, he began running after other women, and, though I forgave him several times, when he brought his mistress to live in the same house with me, I left him."