The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1895-12-19


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 $500
worth of goods in her department.
the cloak department. A car came
plunging along, illumined with green
light. the gong changing loudly, In
obedieuce to her signal the niotorman
stopped the weird, heavily laden con-
veyance, and she stepped aboard. Once
inside, she caught the strap quickly in
order to steady herself as the cur
lurched forward.
A tall, rather distinguished-look
Nun. 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 a pleasant, mellow
voice: 'Why, isn't this Miss Hayes?'"
'Well, Mr.. HARDWOOD! Where did you
come from2'' she exclaimed, extending
her, hand, which he graspcd heartily. Z.
'Where 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
I sell. Sold three pictures yesterday;
made q 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: it isn't my STYLE" H't
when did you como back from
PARISH"
1.-TWO years ago. Been here ever
elnce. Queer l never ran across you
before. Tell ms what you are up to"
II am q saleswoman in Wilson &
Cars cloak department." -.
"Great Scott! What's that for?" -,
ooh, my eyes gave out. strained
them TINT last winter in New York,
after you left. I spent three weeks in a
dark room then, and when came out
they were so weak could do nothing. I
went home for year; they were not
ono bit better. 1t 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
SEQ you. When are you at home?"
Sunday, and every evening but Sat-
.lrday evening. No. 32, 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
that night she had an attack of memory
and lived those days over again. 1t had
been q terrible thing to put by oil 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. 49, ~ - ~t'',.~.~ r. -, =.
The next day was Saturday, with it's
extra toll. for they had to stay at the
.store until ten o'clock. She slept from
rpure exhaustion. that night. Sunday
rafternoon shout four o'clock Jack
~called. :
Couldn't y.n find anything but this
Numbering ,sfor work." he asked.
thinking Marion looked uncommonly
well in that soft brown thing with the
big lace ruffies. ...
s No. / cant even teach; I tried it at
I hnme. The work isn't 50 bad when
you're used to il" s....-'.. b. ......-. .
ne shook his head in disapproval.
MARION went on nervolsly:
Really funny things happen some
tfms The other day o man and wom-
- caese 20 see about uytng q shawl.