Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: CHAPTER V. The Tragedy Of The Wall Flower. AGNES was lonely. Even to herself she admitted it, but always with a sanguine regard for the future. Aggie was a clerk in a department store on State street and Aggie’s $4 per week with P. M.‘s permitted of a few diversions. The P. M.’s represented commission sales over and above a certain amount. Some weeks Aggie’s salary ran as high as $9, but such weeks were in the minority. Usually, the weekly salary hovered between $5 and $7 and in consequence her amusements were limited to an occasional vaudeville show and a dance once and sometimes twice a week. Aggie listened in wonder as the other girls told with a gusto how they threw him down flat or ditched him on a dance an’ he was awful sore. It was a source of wonder to her that any girl could be so foolhardy and reckless as to throw her steady down or even to ditch an uninteresting partner on a dance. But then Aggie was lonely. In the store Agnes occupied a place only asan efficient clerk of fair appearance and as a sympathetic confidence. Her dress was neat and she was attentive, but somehow, she lacked that all important way with her and therein was found the reason for her place among the mural decorations. Aggie was not bad-looking. Even her fellow clerks in the store would have admitted this had it been brought to their attention by an outsider. She was small and slender, almost thin, with really beautiful chestnut brown hair and eyes of placidity. Her features were slightly irregular, but good and her infrequent smile revealed a double row of white teeth. Aggie was neat almost to the point of fussiness, but she possessed little of that indefinable attribute known to one people as chic, to another as class. Aggie usually attended the Saturday n…