Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1905-07-01

she BIdnceQ Up 70 meet NiAS f4ieSicSecN law
of her vis-a-vis, clever young newspaper
woman. Miss Emily did not dream that this
bright-faced woman was studying her pos
sibilities as copy SO she was easily
cream was served she had confided her plan
to the interested young person opposite
She had nearly $500, and she wanted to
spend Il on a real vacation-the first she
had ever had. Where ought she go? What
would she need in the way of clothes?
Where should she buy them? And when
they had finished their coffee the tailor
made girl from Newspaper Row and the
dun-colored little school mistress from
Westfield went up in the elevator 1t was
the greatest evening of Emily Trowbrldges
life and she listened fascinated, while her
companion made out lists of frills and fur
bellows picked out a moderately gay re-
sort, looked up railway fares and time
cards.
"Teu you what. Miss Trowbridge, I'm
going to take day off tomorrow and see
that you don't get swindled by the clerks.
They would try to put off seconds on you
and get everything of that sort.
However, she could not prevent MISS
Em'ly's'' purchase of several gowns too
youthful to be becoming, wonderful linen
and duck dresses in rose, lavender ana
green But there were enough sheer SIM
Pile delicately colored gowns to act as
leaven in the mass of gay colors. MISS
Emily felt that her emancipation had reaily
commenced. She bought a new trunk and
had her old one shipped back to Westfield
by express. 1t held every old garment she
possessed except the iron-gray mohalr she
, had travelled to New York in, and Wnlch
she felt was good enough for rainy weather
on the beach.
Then opened fairyland to Emily Trow-
bridge-a land of huge, wide-porched hotels,
broad avenues a sun-lighted boaroWaik'
roaring surf beautifully gowned women,
lovely children and pleasure-pleasure, noth-
ing but pleasure.
In the small hotel where the sensible
young woman in New York had advised
bar To arI she became a prime faVOrll6.
Middle-aged women told her their love al
fairs Young men brought her gloves 10
mend and told her of college larks. emil
dren adored her. The proprietor SAID sue
was perfect lady who appreciated good
accommodations. But it was not until the
New York girl came down to spend a week
end and enjoy her proteges triumph dld
q certain, indefinable change come over the
bearing of her new friends. 1t was dis
tinct air of respect, which had never been
accorded to her before in her long, dun
colored life.
1t was old Mrs. Winslow said to young
Mrs. Burroughs that now she could ac-
count for some of the very striking colors
Miss Trowbridge wore.
You know, dear, that very few author
esses have any style I've always thought
her clothes looked ready-made, and 1 sup
pose when one writes, she has no time to
fuss with dressmakers. and you cant nave
brains and an eye for colors BOTH
The unconscious Miss Trowbridge con-
tlnued her pursuit of pleasure and the willy
New Yorker went back to Park Row.
She'll never forgive me if she finds out
but | wanted her to have the time of her
life, and genius incog Is sure to receive
homage.
Just at this stage of the little drama en-
tered Prof. Graham, his motherlesS daugh-
ter and his pretty, butterfly sister. The
daughter attached herself to Miss Trow-
bridge Immediately upon acquaintance, the
butterfly sister availed herself of the op-
portunity to pursue pleasure after a fash
ion vastly different from Miss EN- ly s.
method, and the professor took long walks
and read thick books. That is, he did until
one afternoon when he encountered his
daughter and Miss Emily on the sands.
From that hour he took no more solitary
walks, and he read poetry, instead of thick
tones. to an audience of two.
They sitting thus together in
shady corner of the porch when Miss Emily
received a letter from Westfield. 1t was
formal notice of her reappointment as
teacher of School No. IA. Her face turned
trife white She felt a strange chill
spreading all over her body. 1t seemed TO
strike into her very heart. The end of her
vacation-her freedom-her pursuit of hap
piness was at handi
The professors voice droned on, but she
did not hear the words. Why should she
go back? Why should she not secure po-
sition in some beautiful home as governess
and companion? Why should she not wear
soft gowns and continue to hear gentle
voices? There was room for her in some
such home this. Only the day before
the professors butterfly sister had said she
did wish Miss Emily lived with them
she had such a good influence over little
Grace. She began to figure, even while the
professor read What salary could she at
ford to take? OF course her lodging and
board would be furnished. and she might
sell the cottage at Westfieid.
Grace has gone to play croquet. Shall
we walk down to the beach, Miss Trow-
bridge?'
The professor was tucking his book into
his pocket She rose mechanically and as
mechanically. walked by his side to the
great crevice in the rocks, where only that
morning she had helped little Grace rear
wonderful castle in sand
81 am afraid you had distressing news,
Miss Trowbridge" said the professor,
spreading a shawl over the rock for her to
lean back.
'Oh, no." she answered. sitting up very
straight only that l shall have to go
home very soon--and-and l am very fond
of the ocean" she ended lamely
She sat looking at the tapping surf, for
the sea was as CALM as mirror. Five
hundred dollarst Well it had been worth
1t. She thought she could stand the chalk
dust the shrll voices. even the Barlo"
devotion, for another ten months, and then
perhaps If she managed very carefully and
made over some of these clothes, she
might
The professor was clearing his throat
You cannot have failed TO note my-er-
interest-and so III you will consent you
She gave a frightened gasp. What was
he saying. Something about her making
a very charming wife. Wife? And he
loved her. His hand was clasped over her
cold. trembling fingers. She jerked them
away and covered her face from his view
A wave of color swept up to her hair.
Tears came to her eyes and pressed their
way between her tightly clasped fingers
This was her punishment. She had not
meant to deceive. but the awful truth was
forced upon her in this one great moment.
She had deceived them all They thought
her well-to-do. They thought she had al
ways been accustomed to pretty clothes, to
parasols and gloves and dainty shoes. And
here she was a penniless. improvident
teacher. with forty years behind her and
a years hard work before her. Oh the
shame of il! Had she been her true self.
poor and lily dressed not one of these peo-
pie would have noticed her. She was a
sad little peacock, spreading borrowed
finery about her and shutting into the
love of this good man. What would he
think If he knew
Perhaps he knew more than she thought.
AT any rate he drew forth the story gen
try. automatically. She spared herself not
a whit, and when she finished she looked
IN bravely To meet his ewes aglOw with q