The morning call., 1894-01-07

tiHSSt LOT me express dlSclpllDe oil MOTEL
KEEPERS, to bully away the seashOre
que SITS. The dingy vistas of the Old Col
;"opy depot sulked under a fresh wash of
: s cot, and the very nosegavs and baskets of
fruit in the stands were blurred as If seen
Through dun Colored glass. In the car
the. a tn OSphere WAS q once cold and close.
H lester shiVered as she sank down on The
gTImy plush seat. The ship had landed
that morning in this same fog. There
: were no friends to meet the young artists.
Their near friends and kindred were too
far.away and too poor TO come to the sea-
ports, while their artist comrades were In
the country. busy under shabby umbrellas
with impressions of haystaCkS BY them
selves they had rescued their modest lug
~ gage and left dock filled with eager wei
Gdmes not for them. BY themselves they
3: had taken the humblest ana slowest means
Of travel to the Old Colony depot. They
had lodgings already engaged for them on
tile Cape. Seashore lodgings are cheaper
.tllan the town in September They had
INDUCED in o more enlIVenlng refresh
.ment than perfunctoTv toilet in the
waIting-rOom ana what Hester called "a
very sandy sandwich"
=. Hester told herself that these circum-
:stances were sufficient reason for steadily
one at the dock. Darrell Murray was at
Bar HarDoT. He could not afford to come
10 Boston for an hours talk with friend.
And rs for Pat Desmond, il was certainly
a great relief that he shouldn't be there.
Nsping and blushing and insisting on
fetching them uptown in a carriage and
very likely giving them a lunch al the
most expensive place. She has allowed
Pat Desmond to do altogether too many
things for her already, simply because the
things were pleasant and luxurious, and
she loved luxury, more shame TO her.
':HGh. how | hate sandwiches." Hester
-0ewailed within. "but | won't marry a
. man for his money!
-" The engine began putting and snoring.
. the great iron limbs Of the car tremOieu
and strained into motion. Hester aVrrted
her eyes, frOwning. As she did not expect
any one il could not be that she was dis
appointed. Her seat was next the window.
Generally she liked to watch the panorama
- drift past. and Ie0nie would prUpel her
into the wudOW-Sea as matter Of course.
EeOue loved Hester She laviShed on her
. all the Self-immOlat.ng and admiTng ten
daruess of plain woman for a pretty girl.
Hester, with her charming face, her lovely
voice and the tradition OF gentle ways, in
herited from q long line of ancestors IN high
position and narrow circumstances, was a
goddess to poor Leone, who had often
Wept over her big nose and little eyes, ard
ing except a puguaclOus disposition when
= drunk. Ever since his death LeOne and
Hester had lived together. To-day LeOnie
*lnOked more dIscOnsOlate than Hester, but
.her gloomy scOwl was purely anxiety for
ber friend She glanced furtvely Il the
pretty tanned cheek, the wavy, silky brown
-bsrr and the Irregular but attractive pro-
hlP, thinking for the thOusandth time how
sweet Hester was. She noted the signs Of
fatigue.
~ can't see what became of Pat Des-
mond." she cried, ''he would have given US
such a good luncheon"
!. You time-s5rving creature" reproved
Hester. perhaps he didn't know"
=. Yes, he did; told him when l thanked
him for those books. I'm afraid he's sick
or something" She neTVously peeled off
her worn gloves and rammed the ball into
her jacket pocket-Leonie's pockets were
always buging.
II dare say be didn't want to come.
then," said Hester land IL wish,
Leonie, you wouldn't throw ma quite so
boldly at Mr.. Desmond's bead. One would
think you wanted Toto marry me off,
= ."0ne would think wrong, them" Leonie
retOrted, an answering red creeping into
her high cheek bones at the painful flush
that rose even to the roots Of Hester's
hair: II can Imagine anything happier
for me than just living along as we have
done, you and l together; lists been
like heaven to me. But / suppose | have
got your Ia pDiness 10 consider as well
:. as mine. YOI are the kind Of woman
that's happiest when she is married and
has home and man to wait on her. You
are not bothered by the conventions; they
don't cramp you and fret you as they do
me they are not pillory to you. they are
things to lean on. You like society and
-duties-and children. And you haven't
shat logged, haunting. heartre nding long
ing TO work just for the works sake, that
p makes life bare with all these things out
without the work-the art. You make
pictures because you want to, not because
you have to %
"Ah. you hurt me-" cried Hester.
= ."Pd rather be chopped to pieces than
hurt your growled Leonie. savageIy
DO you suppose | enjoy knowing that |
am not strong enough to change this mean
pinehing grind of life. where we don't nave
enough to eat"
ooh. not so bad as that, dear"
Not meat" Leonie insisted, swinging
her patched boots up on the seat before
her aud gl0wering at them. How often
do we dare order a beefsteak? And you
love beefsteak"
Hester laughed, bus tenderly. "You
forget how famous we are going TO be-
come"
In ten years-in twenty years. You
will be worn Out by that" retorted Leo
ME, mOrosely. YOu will marry some one
not just that he is rich and good. What's
as much TO me, be sees how / love you,
and he likes me. He'll not try to estrange
you from the questionable, cranky old
friend as some foiks-Darren Murray, for
exam ple-w0uld. No. Pat has no sisters.
and he will take me into his heart as he
would your sister and let me be will. you
part of the time, and l shan't lose you en-
tirely."
why are you always so hard on Darrell
Murray"
Maybe because lie never seems to know
Pm IN the room. Another is he kicks his
dog. Another is that his little, cheap, fin
% de steele society Dovelettes make my
back ache! Aud maybe he thinks it fine
and genteel to be telling you that be can't
afford to marry, and yet all the time lnsin-
uating that be loves you TO distraction-but
i. don't. think it is pretty down talk :"
.ayowed Leonie. shifting her feet to the
floor with thud.
: Hester did not dispute or defend Muir
ray; indeed II surprised her to learn how
little. she resented the criticism She
eyaded the thrust, saying: Would you
: really want me to marry Pat without low
ing him? / couldn't. Ishould be wretched
married to man | couldn't love"