another, grinned at her as she passed.

"Ain't going my way, are you?" he called jocosely.

Carrie turned her face to the west with a subdued heart. As she
turned the corner, she saw through the great shiny window the
small desk at which she had applied. There were the crowds,
hurrying with the same buzz and energy-yielding enthusiasm. She
felt a slight relief, but it was only at her escape. She felt
ashamed in the face of better dressed girls who went by. She
felt as though she should be better served, and her heart
revolted.



Chapter V

A GLITTERING NIGHT FLOWER--THE USE OF A NAME


Drouet did not call that evening. After receiving the letter, he
had laid aside all thought of Carrie for the time being and was
floating around having what he considered a gay time. On this
particular evening he dined at "Rector's," a restaurant of some
local fame, which occupied a basement at Clark and Monroe
Streets. There--after he visited the resort of Fitzgerald and
Moy's in Adams Street, opposite the imposing Federal Building.
There he leaned over the splendid bar and swallowed a glass of
plain whiskey and purchased a couple of cigars, one of which he
lighted. This to him represented in part high life--a fair