secretary's words, that doubt had now vanished under his habitual
conviction as to his sterling worth to the world at large.

It was, therefore, with his accustomed blandness of manner that
he presently acknowledged the greeting of George Demarest, the
chief of the legal staff that looked after the firm's affairs.
He was aware without being told that the lawyer had called to
acquaint him with the issue in the trial of Mary Turner.

"Well, Demarest?" he inquired, as the dapper attorney advanced
into the room at a rapid pace, and came to a halt facing the
desk, after a lively nod in the direction of the secretary.

The lawyer's face sobered, and his tone as he answered was tinged
with constraint.

"Judge Lawlor gave her three years," he replied, gravely. It was
plain from his manner that he did not altogether approve.

But Gilder was unaffected by the attorney's lack of satisfaction
over the result. On the contrary, he smiled exultantly. His
oritund voice took on a deeper note, as he turned toward the
secretary.

"Good!" he exclaimed. "Take this, Sarah." And he continued, as
the girl opened her notebook and poised the pencil: "Be sure to
have Smithson post a copy of it conspicuously in all the girls'
dressing-rooms, and in the reading-room, and in the lunch-rooms,
and in the assembly-room." He cleared his throat ostentatiously
and proceeded to the dictation of the notice: