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

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Max had called the night before and pro-
posed for the sixteenth time. OF course,
Marian would not accept him. That was
utterly out of the question. Marian had
name to write high on the ladder of fame,
and 1t takes long time to accomplish the
fact. So, though Max had barrel OF
money and nothing to do but humor her,
she preferred the struggle of writing; being
careful, however, to retain him as friend
He was proving unsatisfactory even that
way.
you see" she explained to one of the
literary trio in the third apartment, hes so
terribly constant, Elizabeth. whenever L
stick my finger out, there he is. He'll never
do for me. / always want the thing can't
get Now, Jess-why. Jess would give her
two eyes for Max! Why can't he fall IN
love with her and give me rest?"
Elizabeth was sure she did not know.
Now. when am to get any stories done,
with dinners. theaters. drives every minute
and calls sandwiched between?" Marian
was waxing tragic. "And don't care about
him. either. It's simply this: l can't refuse
a good time: and the worst of it is he is al
ways forgetting 1 have just thrown him
over
him up again." spoke Elizabeth.
Never" calculated Marian. IT'S his
bounded egotism. He hobs up more serene
ly each time"
why don't you settle him once for air.
Foolish maiden! With grand opera in
four monthsr
You love him.
SSH Here comes Jessamine GLADDEN., the
literary queen! Not a word
"Oh, I've just seen Max Warfield! He's
the dearest fellow! He said to tell you
Hello, Marian. Oh, 1 think it is perfectly
lovely-he's so rich and handsome and
good. and the way he loves you is some
thing to marvel at. Marian"
Such subtle insinuationsi''
Marian" protestinSly, you know / think
you are simply adorable. But the idea OF
any man being so devoted in this day and
age! 1 declare it quite upsets me-
That's just the effect it has on Marian"
observed Elizabeth ''She is about to dis
appear in self-defense."
Cruel, Where?"
ooh, just take to being out whenever he
calls, He Is to come today at . Tell him
I've fallen down the fire-escape. Tomorrow
1 shall have begun to chum with the land
lady, and the next day"
"What?" in agonized chorus.
"A subway Irritation"
He'll never come again. walled Jessa-
mine.
Just so! Meanwhile watch for my
stories. Farewell for it nears the hour
Dinner at 6:39," called Jessamine-
IAN right" answered Marian, meekly.
When she stepped into the street her
eyes were cleaning, an odd smile lifted the
corners of her mouth. Opening her purse,
she pulled out folded newspaper clipping.
"Wanted-Refined, intelligent girl as dairy
maid on model farm owned by Orion Van
Ness. Inquire Granville, Granville Station"
She read 1t over again.
That's a wonderfully beautiful place
and no one under the sun will know where
l am. Think of the stories I'll writer ct
was high time she thought about new ideas;
Iar D-io inc hoe from obi nrc
with painful regularity And Max War
field can just die in anguish I've put up
with him all I'm going to-"
Marian was seated in the subway train
lost in anticipation of uninterrupted days
and literary bliss, when familiar voice
made her look up. There was Max He
looked cross.
II thought 1 was to come over at g. he
said.
We'll. you seem TO have forgotten it,
Never. l was simply getting some flow
ers"
Il remembered I had some very impor-
tant shopping to do. and lots of running
around that simply could not be delayed,
you know" Marian fibbed glibly. She
thought she might, for the last time.
I'm going shopping, too" announced
Max.
Indeed? With me?" coolly.
Yes, and phone for my car TO take you
around on the errands afterward."
1T really isn't necessary. you know,
faltered Marian. She was losing her grip
affairs. She had suddenly remembered
she had just 80 in her purse. and 1t took
at least rs cents to get out to Granville.
In case they didn't want her, she would
have to come back. In case she stayed,
there were all kinds of things TO provide
herself with.
No, but pleasant" Max was saying as
he seated himself comfortably; and Marian
realized 1t was the old story over again.
The main thing was to come out of 1t I'M
scratched herself, so she braced up.
She led him through endless jewelry
stores looking for a trinket whose char
acter changed astonishingly. The friend,
for whom she was buying, would not like
so many things. Max insisted upon getting
her pin, which she refused to accept.
tiers of an hour in a department store in
the vain hope OF losing him in the crowd
she emerged with him close at her heels
cross and dictatorial.
Get right In here" he commanded push
ing her toward the car, waiting at the en-
trance. You never wanted to shop after
all. The whole afternoon gone for two
papers OF pins and a shoestring! You
are going to do just as 1 say, now, till
dinner
rs that SOP" Marian's patience was
worn TO shreds. And the train left in If
teen minutes. Did II ever occur to you,
Max Warfield, that there are times when
Max turned toward her and stared
Maybe that's So" he said slowly
Where did you say you wanted to go
now?'
Grand Central Station, and hurry Up
about il.
His jaw dropped You're not going
cut of town.
II am going to inquire about the scbed-
ule; the girls are talking of running down