Oxford eagle. (Oxford, Lafayette Co., Miss.) 1876-current, 1895-12-19


western city, waiting for a car. Her
days work was over. and she was dread
fully tired. The holiday rush had be-
gun; she had sold that day over $500
worth of goods in her department
the cloak department A car came
piunging along. illumined with green
light, the gong changing loudly. In
obedience TO her signal the motorman
stopped the weird, heavily laden con-
veyanee. and she stepped aboard. Once
inside. she caught the strap quickly in
oraer to steady herself as the car
lurched forward.
A tall. rather NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS.
man. wearing eyeglasses, rose. and
beckoned to her to take his seat As
Marion came toward the vacant place a
look of recognition leaped into his keen
eyes, He said in pleasant, mellow
voice: why. isn't this Miss Hayes"
well. Mr.. Harwood. Where did you
come from?" she exclaimed. extending
her hand. which he grasped heartily.
~whcre did you come from7" he re-
torted- Didn't leave you in New
York. painting with the combined en-
ergy of seven ordinary women? Well.
I've n 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
src Philistines and all that. but don't
intend to starve in a garrett for arts
make. 10 isn't my style"
when did you come back from
paris?~
Two years ago. Been here ever
aimee Queer / never ran across you
BEFORE Tell me shat you are up to-"
Il am q saleswoman in Wilson q
Carr's cloak department"
Great Scott, What's that for?"
-Oh, my eyes gave out + strained
them that last winter in New York,
after you left. / spent three weeks in
dark room then, and when Icame out
they were so weak could do nothing. !
went home for q year; they were not
one bit better. IL 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 top the car
He pulled the strap I'm coming TO
Bee you When are you at home!"
Sunday. and every evening but Sat
urday evening. No. y. this street"
When they were both students in the
Art League in New York, some years
ago, she and Jack Harwocd were great
chums- Az Marion vainly tried to sleep
tl.nt night she had an attack of memory
and lived those days over again IL had
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 dull routine OF
her present occupation had almost ef-
faced
The next day was Saturday. with its
Extra toll, for they had 70 stay at the
store until ten O'Clock She slept from
pure exhaustion that night Sunday
nfterno abSat four O'Clock Jack
called
Couldn't you find anything but this
purde-inr shop work." he asked.
thinking Marion looked uneommonly
wen in that soft brown thing with the
biz lace rufies-
sNo. ] can't even teach; tried it at
hc-e. The work isn't 50 bad when
you're used to It."
He shook his head in disapprovai-
Marion went on nervously:
-BealIy funny things happen some
times. The other day a man and wom-
an came to see about buying shawl
She couldn't make up her mind which
one she liked best, 70 she decided TO go
home and think 1t over When Trey
went away I asked them 70 come TO me
- thny came back again. and the old
IN sd Guess wen know ycu-you
" 4 una une cur Bridget Then Bo-
- ainn woman came in last night 70
NY . coat. she brought her husband
along. and when he objected TO the
prsce she Just took hold Of his nose and
pulled il tin he gave in"
Jack smiled and changed the subject
~ saving: Don't you want to show
ne what you did that last yearf You
went 10 DsrneIl after yen leit the
l<sgl<, dida'tyoar