Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-04-07

leased for the season and let himself In
the massive door. There was little that
seemed homeHke about the place, and II
nver struck him so forcibly before. Evil
dences of wealth doomed UP in the heavy
furniture, the paintings In their elaborate
gold frames. the rich rugs. the marble foy-
er, the tapestried drawing room, but the
atmosphere of simplicity and culture which
he had come to love in the Allisons' modest
home was lacking
Il CUES she's about right-nothing but
money here" He looked rather wistfully
about his big apartment smoked four cigar
cites and went to bed to dream of doing
heroic deeds that would excite the adnlira-
ton of proud young person with curling
nut-brown hair which inspired him with a
mad desire to kiss 1t and carry her away.
The next day dawned bright and clear
and two young people arose with the vigor-
Gus desire to do things that comes from q
good nights rest, the brightness of the
sunshine and the elasticity of hopeful
youth. Mrs. Allison announced at the
breakfast table that she would go into town
for the monthly meeting Of the Girls
Friendly, visit an experimental restaurant
for working women and then attend a tea
IN the settlement building. So Betty or
dered her modest little pony carriage and
drove her mother to the station. Then she
drove around town and did her marketing,
for she and her mother alternated the
housekeeping, and this was Bettys week
Taking q few things into the phaeton with
her, she then turned the pony into the road
which led away from the handsome homes
which Greenpoint was famed for. and jog
ged along toward the other end of'the VIII
lage. where q few poor little houses were
situated, and where she was accustomed to
make periodic visits. She tied the pony
under q shady tree and went in to see an
old woman who was chronic believer in
rheumatism and always had long and
fully detailed account of her sufferings tc
impart,
worthless n "
claimed as Betty went In. Sure, It's NOT
mouthful I've had to eat this day on ac-
count of my poor old leg with the rheuIna-
tismf' Betty rummaged in the cupboard
which she knew Of old. and replenished II
from the parcels she had brought. Then
she made cup of tea. a slice OF toast and
boiled fresh egg which she set on the
table while listening to the woes OF the
What a blessln' ye are to your moth
er, Miss Betty" she exclaimed, looking low
!ngly at the egg and toast and the little
vase of sweet peas Betty had brought In
from the tiny flower garden And to me,
too, she rambled on. "and to your hus-
band when you get one. Mercy me! What
in the world Is that?''
The old woman set down her cup with
crash as splitting, grinding noise struck
their ears and shook the little house. Bet
ty spranR to the front door and threw 1t
open. The little yard was filled completely
with a big automobile which had crashed
beds and stopped Just short OF the house
itself. In the front seat. and grasping the
wheel. sat Terence Doyle. He looked up
to see a young woman in q pink dress and
big Bingham apron, her sleeves rolled
to the elbow.
BETTY The dicl<ensr' he calculated.
Good morning. Mr.. Doyle" she said, as
cool and sweet as icing on g. wedding cake.
Did you como to see Mrs. Murphy"
Mrs. Murphy be hangedi I'd like to
know what made this thing skid like that?'
We'll, she can't very we'll be hanged,
and she happens to own this little house.
We might have it moved, however. If it's
In your way. Just look at her fence and
flower beds And you might have killed
my pony!"
He had backed the machine out into the
road again and then jumped out and view
ed the wreck ruefully.
II say, it is q mess and Tn awfully
sorry, Betty, but III have to have it fixed.
Just tell her to send the bill to me-"
'Fll tell her nothing OF the sort. Terence
Doyle. and you ought to be ashamed of
yourself smashing into peoples yards like
this. How is she going to get carpenter
to fix 1t? She can't move out of the house.
You'll pay for it. indeed! I don't believe