The Appeal. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn. ;) 1889-19??, 1906-08-11
By MAYNE LINDSAY.

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The plate on the door told that in
Side was the Office OF u Grieg and NJ
.Brakespear; and went on to say that
they were stenogranhers III did nnt
look as 1t many people called.
Perhaps that was the reason that the
girl in black who was climbing
the narrow staircase on the aft
ernoon in question did not exhtp-
II any symptoms OF haste. but
to1led up YEARLY, one hand on the
.panlster. and the other holding note
DOCK
The June sun streamed in at the
curtainless window. The room WIS
very small, and it was filed with office
furniture and litter. The only things
that relieved the sordid aspect were a
couple OF red roses in tumbler-
dropping, poor things, in that stutfy
atmosphere-and the face of girl,
who was clicking of letter On the
typewriter. The clear-cut features
ana wistful gray eyes were almost
Deautiful, though certain lines about
Tue mouth took the freshness from
Tue Iace' and there were om1nous blue
enauoWs unuer the eyes.
wen. old you take Snuhy's let
'os'
me girl In black laid her notebook
upon table and dropped into chair
Delore she answered. She, too, was
-' thln' and looked badly nourished, but
.here was def1ant squareness about
ner mouth and chin that counterbal-
anceo the weary eyes and pallid face.
Yes-four. And he kept me wait
ing three-quarters of an hour before
ne came In to give them. Lila, Of all
epeceeu cilehts 40 thlnk
onuny nloso'
wy uear GIRL never look at the
ueast. but as a matter CT fact
l Much prefer Snuffy to Mr. Simeon.
Ills unctuous politeness, and his way
OF leaning over one while he die
,tates, with the general flavor of hair
vi ana rings there is about the man
make me feel quite sick"
All" The girl in black looked
thoughtful. If you like, 1 will take
all Mr.. simeon's work in the future.
We can arrange somehow"
1T really does not matter. It's all
part of the discipline of life. sup
pose. They're mostly like that, or
screws like Snuffy. And one must
make a living.
Must one? don't think so. That's
only our egotistical way of looking at
tn1ngs. NOW, little charcoal and
some brown paper pasted over the
cn1lnney would De much less expensive
ana would rld the world OF pair Of
superHuous women.
The other girl was fixing a sheet OF
paper in the typewriter. She stopped
suddenly, wheeled round, and gave her
friend a long critical glance.
you've mad no lunch"
aomlt the SOFT impeachment. Tc
.eil Tue truth, dldn,t feel like eat
ing.
ineielore you come nack at three
y. u. ana make morbid remarks.
We just 10 nnlsn tnls specialization for
ar. AxWortny, ana IN the meantime
you might make tea. By-the-bye,
WISH you wouldn't keep the methy-
4ateu spirit IN the INK Dott1e.
l always had soul above detail.
yes think cup of tea would do
me good.
mere. Ihe girl at the typewriter
pulled out the last sheet with a rat
tie and tossed 1t down upon the 9th
ers. THANK goodness, that's done,
AND now, my dear Mildred, for tea
They pulled their chairs toward the
table, and the girl in black poured
out the tea.
Milk?
NO, there isn't any to-day.
could not climb up and down those
stairs again. I'm sorry, Lila; but
h1e Is full OF dlsappointments."
"Oh, 1t doesn't matter She slipped
the tea, and her eyes, too, sought the
blue outside. What a perfect day
this would be in the country! Can't
you imagine II? June roses grow in
uedA-
~. 'ninss you Duy out OF basket
lor d penny Iney grow on dear old
wa1is' anu straesling mower Deds, and
you smell them when you look out OF
your window in the morning. You
and a pair Of old gloves, and snip
4o na:t ha 7n d Sssnens al to ss an1