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Copyright, 1901. by Daily Story Pub. Coz

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THERE are people who can give =
4 cozy, home-like look to the most
barren apartment. Ann Kent was one
of them. She could take a piece of
turkey-red calico, ana length of olive
cheese cloth, give it twist and flirt,
and evolve drapery sor a picture
background, which had more grace,
and was more effective than bit of
choice fabric in another persons
hands.
Miss Kent sat at little table spread
with an artists outfit: and was paint
Ing an Easter card from bunch OF
flowers
"Why don't you say something's" ran
on her sister, in tone Of slight vexa-
ton. IF you think silence is golden,
why, then, continue to keep still, for
it is gold I want; heaps and heaps of
It,"
Miss Kent still kept her head bent
over her work. but repeated in low
voice:
'Whereunto is money good?
Who has it not wants hardihood,
Who has it has much trouble and care,
Who once has had it has despair"
THAT is just it," cried Ann, who
once has had it has despair To have
inherited expensive tastes from gen.
erations of moneyed ancestors, and
then to be left penniless! believe in
heredity. My great-grandmother en-
tailed upon me liking for stiff bro
cades and soft laces and here my ward
robe is reduced pretty nearly to that
Of a Sioux squaw-a blanket and =
feather. Then, another thing. when
money goes, how much goes with it
social position, friendship, love-"
THAT was not love which went"
Miss Kent softly returned.
"Salome!" exclaimed her sister, with
mock sternness. "Why don'tayou con-
verse, as our landlady says; not sit
there and hurl quotations at me- Talk
about the opal paling or glowing as
affection wanes or wakes. 1t is atfec-
ton, instead, that grows warm or cold
when the heap of almighty dollars
grows larger or smaller"
There was sad, perplexed look on
Miss Kent's face, but it did not prevent
Ann from saying:
do you suppose. Hoyt Gurnsey
would have left you without word of
explanation if we had not lost our
money? Would he have dared do it
If father had lived?"
1.-THE only thing to d." returned
Miss Kent, with note Of entreaty, lis
to put yesterday out of our lives. Not
worry about tomorrow, but remember
we have only to-day" @s-v>, ?
will you get these cards done. by
four o'clock?" asked Ann, accepting
the intimation that the past was a
painful subject.
Even before then. When you take
your constitutional perhaps you will
carry them to Morgan's for me. hope
they will sell well,' she sighed.
"Sure returned Ann, looking
them over. II like this better than any.
There is so much real feeling about
1.-THE dead leaves and withered vio-
lets are so perfect. T. do not see,
though, what it has to do with Easter,
except the motto on the back"
Then she hustled about the little
kitchen, which adjoined, and shortly
came back with flushed cheeks, and q
black mark on her dimpled chin.
"Mademoiselle is served" she an
nounced, with low bow. In other
words, come out to luncheon.
1--WE are like the two old maid sis
tiers I. read about the other day."
laughed Salome, cleaning her brushes,
ga crack in the floor constitutes the
partition between our dining room and
Kitchen"
Miss Kent smiled at AIMS nonsense,
giving her grateful look. "You are
all sunshine and unselfshness."
Nov, I really am all sunshine" she
declared, rushing into the little studio
a few hours later, breathless with ex-
element and fast walking. "And you
must go to making hay at once, for
who do you suppose has bought ever
so many, of your cards? Why, Mrs.
Carson, Hoyt Gurnsey's cousin, you
used to know her. OF course, she had
no idea who painted them, but just
raved over them, said they were so ar
tistic So you can go to work again,
for she sets the fashion"
AS Miss Kent worked, she fell into
q brown study, and there was a hot
rush of blood to her cheeks. She had
not thought that there was possibili-
ty of Gurnsey's-who was either
abroad or in a distant city-seeing the
cards: Now, perhaps his cousin would
send him one; and perhaps she would
ask at Morgan's who painted them and
tell him, and he would glory in her
humiliation, especially if perverse fate
should lead Mrs. Carson to select the
very one of all others she would not
wish him to see. For, had he not said
to her once, when she was in q proud,
hayward mood: "Salome one should
never trihe with love-you might up
root it and repent. Remember:
u" 'ViOlets plucked, the sweetest show