The San Francisco call., 1903-09-27

Miss Paxton. shall see herr" the widow
replied, My boarder Miss Paxton, is sure
TO be home in few minutes with my
daughter. They are attending the School
of Design together-and here they are"
And there they were, to be sure, for
voice in the hall called out sturdily,
Tea, tea; bread and jam; OH how
nearly starved we am. Where are you,
mamma?"
Mrs. Worthington had not seen Miss
Hartley since the days when she took
her airing on the avenue with nurse
maid, and now, when two young women
burst into the little parlor. Laughing and
keeping step to the refrain, Tea, tea,
bread and iam" she looked from one to
the other keenly, to see II she could de-
eide which was the Westerner who had
captured the affections of her son. Her
instinct quickly and correctly decided
upon the taller of the two. the one with
big dark eyes, who. discovering a
stranger, blushed stopped swinging the
picture hat she held in one hand, and
gave mass of brown hair a hasty, des-
perate sweep with the other hand, in a
hope that its workroom disorder would
abate somewhat,
Mrs. Worthington made an unfashon-
ably long call; waited for and partook OF
tea, bread and Jam: waited to hear all
dDOul MISS EadIilGy EIuQleS. EnQ TO eS-
press her surprise that such an instttu-
ton as the School of Design was flourish
ing IN New York and she never hear OF
1t; waited to refresh Mrs. Hartley with
gossip of the set, exactly as If that lady
was still a member: but never did she
seem to take more than casual notice
of Grace, after politely putting the one
or two conventional questions required
by the fact that 1t was Grace, after all,
whom she had called on.
But when she was on her way home
she canvassed Grace: every point in her
appearance, her voice, manner, every
word she had spoken, every detail
Grace was little nervous about re-
turning that call, until Mrs. Hartley
agreed to go with her "I must co.
she said, "for one good card deserves
another, so l might as we'll go when you
do Miss Paxton / probably shall not
have the privilege of meeting Mrs Worth
ington again In another dozen years or
more; but that is nothing-in New York
The call developed nothing of a terrify-
ing nature. There were several other
women there, and, to Grace's surprise,
a few men: but no one took much notice
of any one else; no more or less cer-
tainly, than they did of Grace, and after
a few words with the hostess Grace felt
emboldened in the general lack of interest
inspect such rooms of the great house
as were opened and thrown together. She
became much interested in this and was
glad that her professional curiosity was
not observed-though sometimes she
caught Mrs. Worthington glancing at her:
"Just to see that don't get lost, sup
pose," thought Grace. When she went
with Mrs Hartley, to say good-by to
Mrs. Worthington, the hostess said
You are going in for architectural de-
signing, my son tells me-
YES" Grace replied. when we left
White River 1 felt prepared to design
the decorations of palace or theater.
But now''-she smiled-'I would not un-
dertake to decorate dolls house. My!
1 have a year of the principles Of archi-
lecture before / am allowed even to un-
dertake a conventional detail"
You have been looking at our decora-
tions here. What do you think Of them?"
I'm White River I should have been