"Lindsay!" gasped Luella, "what Lindsay?"
"Alfred Lindsay. He has his office in the Mills Building."
Ruth Patton passed on, having unconsciously given poignant anguish to the haughty Miss Ferguson.
"Where could she have met Alfred?" Luella asked herself with contracted brow. "I must get him to discharge her. I had no idea she was such an artful minx."
CHAPTER XXII. — MISS FERGUSON WRITES A NOTE.
It was indeed true that Ruth Patton had found employment at ten dollars a week. Her services were scarcely worth that sum to her employer, but Alfred Lindsay was not only rich but generous, and was glad to believe Ruth's anxiety by insuring her a comfortable income. She was still at Mrs. Fenton's rooms, being now able to contribute her share of the expense incurred. The widow was willing to accept only three dollars per week, so that Ruth had the satisfaction of sending a weekly remittance to her mother. She was very grateful for the change in her circumstances, and, notwithstanding the disappointment about her father's estate, felt that there was reason to hope.
Two days later Alfred Lindsay found a letter upon his desk addressed in a delicate female hand which he did not recognize.
"A lady client!" he thought. "What does she want—a divorce?"