Baxter Springs news. [volume] (Baxter Springs, Kan.) 1882-1919, 1895-12-21

10 goods store In q
western city, waiting for car. Her
days work was over, and she was dread
fully tired. The holiday rush had be-
gun; she had sold that day over 5000
worth of goods in her department.
the cloak department. A car came
plunging along, illumined with green
light, the gong changing loudly. In
obedience to her signal the motorman
stopped the weird, heavily laden con-
veyance, and she stepped aboard. Once
inside, she caught the strap quickly in
order to steady herself us the car
lurched forward.
A tall, rather MISUNDERSTANDING
nun. wearing eyeglasses, rose. and
beckoned to her to take his seat. As
Marion came toward the vacant place
look of recognition leaped into his keen
eyes. He said in pleasant, mellow
voice: 'Why, isn't this Miss Hayes%
swell, Mr.. HARDWOOD! Where did you
come frcm?" she exclaimed, extending
her hand, which he grasped heartily.
"Whcre did you come FROM" he re-
torted. didn't leave you in New
York, painting with the combined en-
ergy of seven ordinary women? Well,
I've studio here; getting along first
rate, too-lessons, portraits, and what
] sell. Sold three pictures yesterday;
made pretty good haul. These west
erners have the cash, you know. They
are Philistines and all that, but don't
intend to starve in garnet for arts
sake: 1t isn't my style"
"When did you come back from
PARISH"
1.-TWO years ago. Been here ever
since. Queer l never run across you
before. Tell me what you are up to-"
81 am n saleswomnn in Wilson &
Carr's cloak department"
"Great Scott! What's that for?"
ooh, my eyes gave out. / strained
them that last winter in New York,
after you left. spent three weeks In n
dark room then, and when l came out
they were so weak | could do nothing.
went home for year; they were not
one bit better. II was necessary
should do something, for my father
has hard time TO get along; SO my
cousin got me this place. This is my
corner. Please stop the car"
He pulled the strap. I'm coming to
see you. When IRE you ut home?"
SUNDAY, and every evening but Sat
urday evening. No. 70, this street."
When they were both students in the
Art League in New York, some years
ago, she and Jack HARDWOOD were great
chums. AS Marion vainly tried to sleep
tliat night she had an attack of memory
and lived those days over again. 1t Ind
been terrible thing to put by all the,
dreams and aspirations Of that time.
SEEING Jack once more brought back
the old pain which the duh routine Of
her present occupation had almost ef-
faced.
The next day WINS Saturday, with its
extra toll, for they had TO stay at the
store until ten o'clock. She slept from
pure exhaustion that night. Sunday
afternoon about four o'clock Jack
called.
Couldn't you find anything but this
numbering shop workP" he asked,
thinking Marion looked uncommonly
well In that soft brown thing with the
big lace ruffies.
mo. ! can't even teach; tried II ut
home. The work isn't SO bad when
you're used to It,"
He shook his head in disapproyal.
Marion went on nervously:
'sReally funny things happen some
times. The other day man and wom-
an came to see about buying a shawl.
She couldn't make up her mind which
one she liked best no she decided to 60
home and think It over. When they
went away asked them to come to me
n they came back again, and the old
man said: Guess Wen know you-you
look Just like our bridget Then Bo-
hemian woman came In last night to
buy q coat. She brought her husband
along, and when he objected to the
psics she Just took hold Of his nose and |
pulled Il till he gave In"
jack smiled and changed the subject |
BY saying: Don't You want to show
me what you did that last year? You |
went to Darnell after you left tho
league. dldn'tyou7" ]