Fair bade her good-by, left the key of Sadie’s room with her, and, having no further excuse to linger, went downstairs and out of the house into the street, half dead with fear and hunger combined, so that her limbs trembled beneath her as she walked. She felt quite sure that Carl Bernicci was watching for her to come out of the door, and she looked fearfully up and down the street, but saw nothing of him. He was on the lookout, indeed, but too wary to be detected. But Fair saw a policeman passing, and darted to his side. “Oh, sir, will you let me walk with you down this street? I’m afraid to go alone, as I think I’m followed by a bad man,” she panted. “Why, certainly, child,” said the officer, who was old enough to be her father, and looked very good-natured. Fair walked along close to his side, and Carl Bernicci, who beheld it all, gnashed his teeth with rage. “I’d like to see any bad man bothering you, little one. He’d get a taste of my club, sure,” said the friendly policeman. “But how far are you going? You know, my beat is only a few squares farther on.” “To the factory where I work.” “Why don’t you take a street car? He couldn’t molest you in there.” She blushed deeply, and faltered: “I have no money.” “Pshaw! That needn’t stand in the way,” and he drew from his pocket a little package of car tickets. “Take these,” he said, and escorted her to the first car. “Bless you!” she faltered, as they parted, and she said to herself that if she had had a fortune she would have been willing to divide it with the good man. She was fortunate enough to reach the factory without being molested, and went up to the workroom, where, to her dismay, she found that her machine had been given to another girl. “The foreman thought you were not coming back, as you stayed away so long without an excuse,” Mrs. Jones said, rather sternly. Then, seeing what a frightened, despairing look came into the lovely pallid face, she added, more kindly: “But I think they want a new errand girl, and if you will apply to the foreman at once perhaps you may secure the place until you can get a machine again.” “I will apply for the place,” said Fair. Then she added hurriedly: “Mrs. Jones, I have left the house where I was staying with Sadie Allen. Do you--think--you--could let me board at your house until--Sadie comes home? I’d pay you all my wages.” The forewoman frowned, and answered: “I don’t like to seem rude, my dear, but I don’t think I could take you, I have so little room; besides, you know, I should be liable to prosecution by your husband, as he has published you in the paper, threatening any one who harbors you with the law.” Fair’s face flushed burning red. “How dare he--the coward!” she exclaimed; but the forewoman replied tartly: “He had a right to do so.” “Am I to be hunted down like this?” Fair cried despairingly; but the forewoman told her that it would be much better for her to forgive her husband and go home with him.