r, but for a time there must be hiding and a way
found to earn her living.

She had gone carefully over her own accomplishments. Her musical
attainments, which would naturally have been the first thought, were out
of the question. Her skill as a musician was so great, and so well known
by her enemy, that she would probably be traced by it at once. As she
looked back at the hour spent at Mrs. Bowman's piano, she shuddered at the
realization that it might have been her undoing, had it chanced that her
enemy passed the house, with a suspicion that she was inside. She would
never dare to seek a position as accompanist, and she knew how futile it
would be for her to attempt to teach music in an unknown city, among
strangers. She might starve to death before a single pupil appeared.
Besides, that too would put her in a position where she would be more
easily found. The same arguments were true if she were to attempt to take
a position as teacher or governess, although she was thoroughly competent
to do so. Rapidly rejecting all the natural resources which under ordinary
circumstances she would have used to maintain herself, she determined to
change her station entirely, at least for the present. She would have
chosen to do something in a little, quiet hired room somewhere, sewing or
decorating or something of the sort, but that too would be hopelessly out
of her reach, without friends to aid her. A servant's place in some one's
home was the only thing possible that presented itself to her mind. She
could not cook, nor do general housework, but she thought she could fill
the place of waitress.

With a brave face, but a shrinking heart, she stepped into a drug-store
and looked up in the directory the addresses of several employment
agencies.

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VI

It was half past eleven when she stepped into the first agency on her
list, and business was in full tide.

While she stood shrinking by the door the eyes of a dozen women fastened
upon her, each with keen scrutiny. The sensitive color stole into her
delicate cheeks. As the proprietress of the office began to question her,
she felt her courage failing.

"You wish a position?" The woman had a nose like a hawk, and eyes that
held no sympathy. "What do you want? General housework?"

"I should like a position as waitress." Her voice was low and sounded
frightened to herself.

The hawk nose went up contemptuously.

"Better take general housework. There a