"Yes," replied Ruth, "I considered it my duty to avail myself of that increase of salary. My circumstances have been exceedingly straitened. I have two little ones dependent on my exertions, and _their_ future, as well as my own, to look to. You have often told me that you already paid me all you could afford, so it was useless to ask you for more; beside, the contract I have accepted, obliged me to decline or accept it by return of mail, without communicating its contents." "Ah! I see--I see," said Mr. Tibbetts, growing very red in the face, and pushing back his chair; "it is always the way young writers treat those who have made their reputation." "Perhaps _your_ making my reputation, may be a question open to debate," answered Ruth, stung by his tone; "I feel this morning, however, disinclined to discuss the question; so, if you please, we will waive it. You have always told me that you were constantly beset by the most talented contributors for patronage, so that of course you will not find it difficult to supply my place, when I leave you." "But you shall _not_ leave," said Mr. Tibbetts, turning very pale about the mouth, and closing his lips firmly. "_Shall not!_" repeated Ruth, rising, and standing erect before him. "_Shall_ not, Mr. Tibbetts? I have yet to learn that I am not free to go, if I choose." "Well, you are _not_," said Mr. Tibbetts; "that is a little mistake of yours, as I will soon convince you. Discontinue writing for 'The Pilgrim,' and I will immediately get out a cheap edition of your articles, and spoil the sale of your book;" and he folded his arms, and faced Ruth as if he would say, "Now writhe if you like; I have you." Ruth smiled derisively, then answered in a tone so low that it was scarcely audible, "Mr. Tibbetts, you have mistaken your auditor. I am not to be frightened, or threatened, or _insulted_," said she, turning toward the door. "Even had I not myself the spirit to defy you, as I now do, for I will never touch pen to paper again for 'The Pilgrim,' you could not accomplish your threat; for think you my publishers will tamely fold their arms, and see _their_ rights infringed? No, sir, you have mistaken both them and me;" and Ruth moved toward the door. "Stay!" exclaimed Mr. Tibbetts, placing his hand on the latch; "when you see a paragraph in print that will sting your proud soul to the quick, know that John Tibbetts has more ways than one of humbling so imperious a dame." "That will be hardly consistent," replied Ruth, in the same calm tone, "with the thousand-and-one commendatory notices of 'Floy'--the boasts you have made of the almost exclusive right to the _valuable services of so bright a literary star_." "Of course you will not see such a paragraph in _my_ paper," replied Mr. Tibbetts. "I am aware, most logical of women, that I stand committed before the public _there_; but I have many an editorial friend, scattered over the country, who would loan me _their_ columns for this purpose."