The Newark journal. (Newark, Ark.) 1901-1959, 1904-12-16

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the symptoms had been confirmed
and the girl was ordered to darl,
ened room, feeling as thorouohln
miserable as a person we'll could
Grace was an orphan from child
hood, and lived with an onl,
brother at Underbrae Station
and for the first time in her pettad
life felt the real need of tender
motherly hands to battle her
smarting eyes and find the hun.
dred and one things she needed in
dressing herself, or in the dailv
round of occupation.
Her brother Harry was unfor.
tunately away at a district court
meeting giving evidence against
horse stealers, and the two serv.
ants were raw, clumsy bush speci.
mems. and Mrs Lanee-well-Mrs
lance offered To do her hair for
lef when, after a week of total
ISOLATION and darkness. Grace &c.
,ided to come in TO dinner Win
6andaged eyes. She knew just
low Con would fuss over her, and
now be would delight in leading
Ter about and guiding her steps
across the narrow bridge if they
went for a stroll after tea. And
now that the worst of the pain was
5yer and there was only the dark
ness" left, she felt quite excited at
The idea.
Mrs. Lance was most sympa-
thetic, of course, but Grace had an
uneasy feeling that she had given
ler a tumbled tichu 10 wear and
was not sincere in her declaration
hat the satin bows of her evening
shoes did not need renewal.
81 will do your hair in quite the
latest fashion" she said, and, in
spite of Grace's protestations,
she worked her will. and the girl
knew from the feel of her hair
that the couture was an unbecom-
ing one. Somehow or other she
knew it even more certainly by the
lone of Cons voice when he greet.
I'd her. He was sorry, very sorry.
for her, but above all he admired
beauty, combined with good dress
ing, and when Mary, the house
maid, said to her in tones of heart
felt admiration which could not
be suppressed: But it's beauti-
full you are looking, Miss Grace, in
that swate yellow fichu," she knew
what card she had put into her
rivals hands.
That yellow fichu was dread
full unhemmed, coarse muslin mon
strosity, which had been made
originally for the station chill
dren's theatricals How it har
monized with her cherry red satin
frock she could we'll imagine, and
she thought with sorrow of the
dainty white Brussels net one
tucked away in her ribbon box.
Perhaps the bandage round her
eyes was crnmpled and unloyely
affair, too, though Mrs. Lance had
assured her that it was all right.
No wonder Con had received
shock, for even a pretty girl can
look "ordinary" in unbecoming
colors and hair dressed insult
ably. So that when Con politely
offered her his arm, with the adj
vice that a stroll would do her
good. she as politely declined, and
LET IRIS. Lance 20 instead. She
felt her way into the drawing
roolo. and told the servants not to
disturb her-it was so terrible to
be / ID, even with the knowledge
that L was only temporary af-
fiict."n. Crash! Crash There,
she tad knocked over the little
gypsf table that held her pre-
eioGs pieces of Venetian glass and
the ffater from a bowl of roses was
sopning though her thin shoes.
/ ow stupid she had been not to
be content TO receive Mr.. Svlyes-
ter,s sympathetic messages at the
hands Of Mary or Mrs. Lance, in.