The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1902-04-17
Nhouettes Of yesterday.
BY Jessie Liewellyn.

Copyright, 1901, by Daily Story Pub, Co.
The room wore an air of faded am
bition, like the woman.
Irma Heckel was a vivifed prototype OF
the room. She was no longer young, but
in manner and even in her appearance she
suggested ideals grown dingy with much
Juggling about-perhaps with difficulty. AS
it was necessary for her to earn the lit
tie she ate or wore she painted saints
for a living and quietly laughed at all
religion to her cat and dog friends. A
sense of humor had kept her from becom-
ing entirely bitter.
Her chiefest luxury was a CRATE fire.
Making Dreams" she called this recre-
atiCn. All of the ambition which had
seemed to burn in her veins in the days
past she lived over again. only in
dream work one has success" she would
say.
One evening when the saints were at
rest on the work table and she sat star
ing idly and stroking a great cat in her
lap her imagery took a backward leap
into the past. She was young again
vivid, in earnesti Before the fire sat two
children, the room had suddenly taken
on the tone of perky little parlor The
little girl wore black stockings and very
short frock; her hair was taken up with
a blue ribbon. The boy had bright eyes
and the dreamer noted his velvet suit and
a pages badge pinned on his youthful
chest, which was evidently his pride.
my father is 4 senator he was saying.
I'm going to be a senator, too, and then
L II marry you and we'll go to Europe
MY father is dead said the little girl
in a matter of fact way which is the
bravery of children. $50 is my mother,
but auntie is doing a lot for me- oh, an
awful lot! She tells me so every day.
Just as soon as she gets through doing
things, and I am eighteen, / am going to
big city. Bigger than Des Mones or
Omaha. Maybe New YORK she added
with wide excited eyes. Then I'll do
something great all by myself, and 1
won't marry even senator
But you won't have anyone to kiss
you good night he said.
who wants anyone to kiss her good
night when she is great?'
The fire was getting low. A chill crept
over the room. Presently the boy arose
and went over to her and took up her
long red braid in a clumsy, boyish fashion
But you are not great yet, and I'm
glad
With pretty smile she innocently put
both arms around his neck and he slid
down in the big rocker beside her.
What are you crying about?" he ask
ed, much surprised.
She laughed. Il don't quite know. You
want some one to care"
An ash dropped from the fire The
little boy and girl and the perky parIor
vanished. A youth and a maiden sat On
a mohair sofa in the chilly best room"
They looked shy and constrained.
ST just thought I'd come and say good
by" he said Mother said your Aunt
Joe told her you were going tomorrow
instead of Friday Are you afraid?''
Afraid she exclaimed, "to go out
and seek my fortune like the knight in
the fairy tales. To have a chance with
all the world. 1 am afraid to stay out
here, being passed around from one rela-
ton to another, like a croquet ball SHOW
ed through so many wires
That's all very grand thought the
boy, but he didn't say it. He was afraid.
What he did say was uttered falteringly.
and he picked at the sofa with one hand
! as he began.
as / ives sayins-1 just come over