Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1903-11-21

was a rustic of a gown, a refreshing Whit
of cut roses and a young woman rushed
in on them like mild hurricane, kissing
them rapidly in turn before she finally
settled down in a chair like butterfly
ON a favorite flower. The room seemed
suddenly filed with good cheer and radi-
ance, so blooming and glowing with good
health did she appear.
I'VE were afraid you had been coniis-
Gated" they told her, between removing
her wraps and putting in her fingers the
p!ettiest cup of the hottest tea.
For once | am worth it." She nodded
her head in elation. Guess the news
girls-a story accepted. That's what de-
iayed mel was 50 overcome. And now
/ am wondering whether TO invest it in
a hair tonic or a growing laundry bill
That's the trouble with having money.
The question is how TO spend it."
Poor Jenne has the blues,' Mary
Goodson announced. We all have decid
ed that we have nothing to give thanks
for on Thursday"
but you have" the newcomer cried !:
you're all single"
"Oh"' There was not much triumph
in the exclamation.
Il suppose you are all dining out that
day."
out. Miss Somerset faced them in
amazement.
"What-Hot one of you?"
"No'-another discord of lugubrious
tones.
And not one Of you has man friend
who cares enough to ask you to go out TO
dinner that day? No? Well, i neyerp'
Miss Somerset lapsed into her chair and
burst into merry laugh.
Neither have l., she gasped between
her paroxysms of mirth Not a man in
he I
dead. Oh, this is so funny"
Funny, KittyY three reproachful
voices Intercepted. Miss Kitty Somerset
gathered her long skirts high in one hand.
and for the edification of her friends per-
formed wild, intricate little pas seul.
She stopped abruptly with a very red
face and waved slip of paper in their
midst.
Girls she declared, oratorically.
this precious bit Of paper that repre-,
sents nothing else but the within of an edi
tor, or an evidence Of his appetizing lunch
is too precious to be purified by a laundry
bill, or applied to hair tonic. | dedi-
cate it to Thanksgiving, when you are all
invited to dine at my house at O'Clock
sharp. And our guests will be. Do
you remember the bachelors Christmas?
Well, each of you girls must bring a
man. Just as those men each had to
procure girl. Dig up the past, open the
old flesh pots. and exhume man. Some
one you used to know-one of the few
who never married. Will you Gomez"
Three pairs of eyes stared abstractedly
at the floor; what shadowy faces Of the
past met the gaze no one knows A
mass of falling embers on the hearth
aroused them to their everyday sur.
roundings again.
II should like very much to christen
some new pale blue stationery, thank
YOU" answered the hostess.
Il am charmed" Mary Goodson said
And l." said Jennc. sententiously.
shall perform veritable Frankenstein
act, and make mar-out Of the past
Girls, | will just take off my prde-it is
shabby, anyway. from its three years
steady wear-and | shall put it in the
deepest pile of dust | can find. Kitty,
you are certainly better than q stimulant.
l thank you"
Clyde DOrrance was sitting in his office
the next day watching the heavy, gray
clouds lower over the towers of the city.
Below him throbbed the dull noises Of the
streets, pierced by an occasional news
boys shrill cries; in an outer office, the
lncessant, irritating click of the ticker
grated harshly on his ears. He had just
completed successful stock transaction.
Practically, he was forever beyond the
reach of want, but the ambition that he
had beeen so long in attaining had now
lost its sweetness. There was no one of
his flesh and blood left to help him enjoy
it or take pride in his success. Dimly he
felt his lack of enthusiasm was his own
fault. For within easy touch were now
the thousand and one golden dreams of
his youth; old hopes may be realized
long cherished plans executed. But
alone? The bitterness of solitude filled
him with fear. In the thrOes of business
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rated from it, his life seemed grimly
empty and devoid of cheer.
And for Thanksgiving? For what
should he give thanks? A broken heart,
a desolate life, and forever mockingly be-
fore him the face of one woman in the
world for him, who, unconsciouSly, had
been the cause Of his discomfort, the frus-
tration of his dreams. He disposed of it
all by deciding on a generously sized
check for the poor In the deep abstrac-
ton into which he fell he tried to analyze
his feelings. She had not cared to accept
his love or his name; and he had never
found another for whom he cared sufii-
/ GENTLY to offer them.
TN getting pessimistic,' he told him
self, with adamant notions and opin-
ions, and grabbed. scnile ways. Who
could like me, anyway
n quick step sounded Mt his door: one
Of the Office boys knocked ON the panels.
Come in." cried Dorrancp
"A letter for you. sir, and the colored
man is waiting for an answer" the boy
/ told him, as he placed the missive in his
employers hand.
"A letter for me, voman's writing
blue sealing waX-and for me- solilo-
quized Dorrance. Who on earth thinks
enough of me to write such pretty
looking letterT' He opened it, The bold
fashionable letters stood out in strangely
familiar chirography. When he reached
the signature at the bottom of the page
there was an unrenrcssed thrill at his
heart that quickened his breath in very
undignitiod manner. "Jenue F0rshay'-
he said. Was ii voice answering some
of his unsatisiied longings for the past
Jenne! He leaut his head in tumult OF
feeling on the desk. seeing again her
proud head and her white-robed figure as
she talked with him that day long ago.
lie had never understood women's ways;
II 0fterward occurred to him that he had
exaggerated her seriousness in refusing
him. What if he had clumsily made
mistake? lie would not jeonardize the
future. There was IN citation within