The Montgomery advertiser., 1905-04-16
THE PRICE SHE PAID.
BY EUNICE sAYRE RAYMOND.

BY EUNICE SAYRE RAYMOND. Copyright, 1905. by Daily Story Pub. Col
 An honest woman. No one would have had the temerity to have called her any thing else. She has sacrificed the ohlE thing she had ever loved for what the world-her world-called honor. Five years ago her only had fallen In love wlth a pretty-faced nobody. Of course society had held up It's hands aghast, and of course Mrs. Van Rennsalaer, for the sake or ths family honor had been firm on the mar riage question. Her son had been equaily firm, however. for he had married the girl and his mother had never seen him since. But she had satisfied her honor and that should have recompensed her surely
 There were so many women of Mrs. van RennsaIlaers type that it Is scarcely neces- sary to go into a detailed description or her in particular. She was the kind or wo- man who looks with infinite scorn upon a pickpocket, yet who thinks herself might fly clever if she purloin a silver spoon from the table of her pet cafe. she would have thought hanging good enough Tor the thief who broke into her house and stole her valuables. yet when her grocer gave her the change for a ten-dollar bill instead of the five she had given him, she olo not think 1t necessary to inform him or ms mistake. She an honest woman. ret this very afternoon she was returning home with an exquisite prize or U "hiSt NiNO tucked under her arm. which same prize ahe had won by surreptitiously punching unlawful stars into her score card.
 The carriage rolled along the smooth boulevard and Mrs Van Rennsallaer leaned luxuriously back upon the cushions and beamed upon little Mrs. Coleman. to whom she was playing patron.
 But you are rich. while I am-well' just able to worry along" little Mrs. Coleman was saying.
 "Nonsense' Mrs Van Rennsallaer replied. 'ft isn't that at all. People simply don't use their brains, they get used to saylnG I am poor; I can not have this and that. Now. l don't believe in poor people-that is. don't believe that any one with brains can remain poor"
 Well, at any rate. if one hasn't the money. one can not buy the things one wishes. For instance, there Is that pretty fur which I admired so much at Field mans. It was only fifty dollars but l could not afford it." and Mrs. Coleman end ed with sigh
 Mrs. Van RennsaIlaer looked her con tempt, as she said. ''well. you're not at all like me. if wanted it I'd have t-money no money"
 But you can't get something for noth- ing" said little Mrs. Coleman. depreeating- | ly.
 Mrs. Van Rennsallaer smiled eoldly. 'rl wager you a pair of gloves" she said. that can go to Fieldman's and get that fui without it costing me one cent" "Donew cried Mrs. Coleman. while Mrs Van Rennsallaer leaned forward to tell the coachman to stop at that well-known em' l porium.
 pretty-faced, sad-eyed young woman rose to do their bidding as they reached the counter. She handed down box aftei box in a ustless. uncomplaining manner which irritated the fastidious Mrs Var RennsalIaer greatly. The girl was not rude | nor inattentive She simply waited upor ] them in a mechanical way and seemed thu very embodiment of patience At length after examining the stock. Mrs, Van Renn saraer selected the fur Mrs. Coleman hAC | mentioned. It never occurred to her Una she might have done this at first \ sssnd 1t at once c. Q. D." sad Mrs. HA