MAG BRADY'S ARREST.
There was no mistaking young Denton's words or looks. Faith could not have been a woman and not understood their meaning.
For a second her lids fell in a tell-tale manner, and her cheeks paled and reddened with each alternating emotion.
She knew she must resent the young man's words at once, but her confusion of the moment rendered her powerless to do so.
Suddenly a thought of Maggie Brady flitted across her brain. It gave her strength and courage to resist the spell that was upon her.
"Your words are not sincere, I am afraid, Mr. Denton," she managed to say. "You only think to flatter me as you have numbers of others."
The young man leaned back quickly, and a flush of shame mounted to his brow.
"God forbid!" he said, sharply. "No, you wrong me, Miss Marvin! As wicked as I am, I would not insult you."
"But you did once!" said Faith, bravely. "The first day I was in the store! You bowed and smiled at me as brazenly as—as though you did not respect me!"
It was out at last, and Faith's mind was relieved. She had never quite been able to forget that occurrence.