Evening journal., 1897-05-13

pray lOT your SuNS1SSstSefi gDh T. III
Eva, placed on her mettle, looked
him in the face.
81 am bound to succeed" she said,
and turned 70 go. The waltz bad
ceased in the room below, and a rustic
of skirts and a ripple of tongues had
taken its place.
"Eva-once-the last time. perhaps"
She turned again, laughing.
"Quicll" she said; "some one will |
come"
A woman may forget many things, |
but no woman ever forgeLs the first |
time a lovers arm was around her waist |
and a lovers lips upon her own. And |
as Eva sat in the corner of a third-class
carriage in the London train next morn
ing, looking forward to the career be-
fore her, the remembrance of the sup
port of Allan's arm persisted in OBJ
truding itself. Having got what she
wanted she had already begun to doubt
If she wanted what she had got. For
career, after all, is a rather lonesome
sort of a thing.
Such small success as may come to
the inexperienced girl upon her first
incursion into literature came to Eva.
She lived sparingly, worked hard, and
never made the mistake of refusing in
vitations on the ground Of work. She
staid up a little later or got up little
earlier instead. A weekly column on
'Health and Beauty" placed at her dis
possl by the youthful editor of a new
woman's paper, who had met her at the
Writers club and thought her pretty.
paid her weekly bill at the boarding
house. Her stories found frequent ac-
ceptance and occasional welcome in the
minor periodicals, and happy meeting
with an editor at dinner party paved
the way TO her appearance in widely
read magazine. By the end Of the year
Eva Norrington bad got so far towards
herealizationofh her ambition that when
( people heard her name mentioned they
wrinlxled their brows and tried to re-
member where they had heard it before.
At home, of course, her fame was great.
The papers in which she wrote circu-
lated freely in the town, her stories
were discussed at afternoon teas, and
townfollS were glad to think that they
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erary work Of the century.
All this time Eva was horribly lone
ly. She knew plenty of people and
liked them; they were kind to her,
some of them because they liked her for
herself, others because they saw that
she was marked for ultimate success.
Having advanced o certain distance
along the road she had longed to travel,
she could Judge better whittier itwould
lead her 1t would lead her to place
IN tho newspaper paragraphs. to place
on the book stalls, TO Place in the
photographers' windows. and to a
place at Baywater or South Kcnsing-
ton. This, then, must be the end Ct tho
struggle and the turmoil OF the fight
And how she hated the fight! A fight
wherein victory would bring her NJ
nearer to the actualitics of lie; for she
had come to learn in the years struggle
that our social system by no mean
places women on an equality with men
; and that whereas men can buy the GOV
cted fruit of the tree of knowledge o
good and evil by the pottle, womei
must buy the tree outright, and pay
cash. It was terrible affair. An'
; the most unfair thing about the who'll
business was that, while success wa
almost within her grasp, success wa
not what she wanted. There is no ful
in living your own life when that j
precisely the life you do not want t
lead.
It was not as though Allan Craig ha'
: never kissed Eva Norrington.
She opened the letter-cutting tn
envelope with her nail scissors. Fo
7 some distinction must be made be
= tween your first love letter and You
bootmaker's bill. She felt like on
. who has held his breath to feel wha
= suffocation is like. The letter wa
). long. Eva read quickly at first, the
, slowly, knitting her brows as sh
r turned the pages, and came at last t
the signature, Ever your friend, A
!, Ian Craig"
y The letter lay for some minutes
- Eva's lap, while she looked vaguel
y round her room.
10 "He is afraid of spelling my career
>. my success has put an insuperable ba.
rier between us" she murmured. IN
: phrases of the letter had burned then
y. selves into her hrain. 30, Allanl
y wish I could tell you--or do you wal
10 TO hear?"
e Five years passed before she saw \
70 Ian Craig again. and then the meetin
- was unexpected-at the exit Of the tn
!. ater where Eva had gone 10 see th
is hundredth performance of her pla
10 Allan was obviously proud of KNOWN
. her. and introduced his wife, TO who
). she gave graceful recognition. 1t WI
~ raining and Allan offered to see Eva
q cab They stood for moment on Il
steps to the entrance.
Eyes" said Allan, in answer to Eva
q polite question, "all is going well. "
have a little daughter-Eva-my wife
name. curiously enough"
~ lie stood by the hanson as she e
tered. guarding her dress from Il
81 wheel. AS she turned to give the a