Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-12-30
By MARGARET DELANI

Well" he said, suppose you make him
set Of night drawers"
Helena's face fell. II don't know how
to sew. I thought could buy what he
needed"
mo, he has enough bought things, but
if you will be so kind, my dear, as to
make
II will" she promised. eagerly and Dr.
Lavendar said he would bring David up
to be measured.
Her sewing was a pathetic blunder of
haste and happiness; 1t brought DR.. Law
endar and David up to the Stuffed AMI
mai House very often Ito try on"
David's coming was always a delight. but
was so good. She said so to William
King. who laughed at the humor. of a
good woman's objection to goodness. The
incongruity Of such remark from her
lips was as amusing as child's inno-
Gently base comment.
William had fallen into the habit Of
drawing up and calling out good morn
ing" whenever he and his mare passed
her gate. Mrs. Richie's lack Of common
sense seemed to delight the sensible Will
in the frame Of mind that finds every
thing a joke. 1t was a demand for the
eternal child in her, to which. involun-
tarily. she responded. She laughed at
him, and even teased him about his
shabby buggy with a gayety that made
him Jingle with pleasure. She used to
wonder at herself as she did it-conscious
and uneasy, and resolving every time
that she would not do 1t again. She had
none Of this lightness with any one else
the point Of coldness. and with young
Sam Wright, matter-of-fact to dis
courag1ng degree.
But she did not see Sam often in the
next month. 1t had occurred to Sam
senior that Adam Smith might cure the
boys taste for 'bosh': so, by his fathers
orders. his Sunday afternoons were de-
voted to The Wealth of Nations" As
for his evenings. his grandfather took
possession OF them. Benjamin Wright
away for a while had fallen fat; Sam
replying, frankly. that he did not care
to leave Old Chester. AS Mr.. Wright was
not prepared to give any reasons for urg-
ing his plan. he dropped 1t: and instead
on Sunday nights detained his grandson
to listen to this or that drama or poem
until the boy could hardly hide his i'm
patience. When he was free and could
hurry down the hill road, as often as not
the lights were out in the Stuffed Animal
House.. and he could only linger at the
gate and wonder which was her window.
But when he did find her he had an even
ing of passionate delight. even though oc-
casionally she snubbed him, lazily.
DO you go out in your skin much?"
she asked once, and when he answered,
mo. ! filled it with stones and sunk it,
because you didn't like rowing she
spoke to him with a sharpness that sur
prised herself though it produced no eff
feet whatever on Sam.
You are a very foolish boy! What
difference does it make whether like
rowing or not?'
Sam smiled placidly. and said he had
had hard work to get stones enough to
fill the skiff: Il put them in" he ex-
planned, land then I sculled out in mid
stream and scuttled her. 1 had to swim
ashore. 1t was night, and the water was
like flowing ink, and there was a star in
every ripple" he ended. dreamiy.
SAM" she said. III you don't stop be-
Ing ing so foolish I won't let you come and
Am 1 nuisance about my drama?"
he asked with alarm.
Not about your drama" she said
significantly, but Sam was too happy to
draw any unflattering deductions.
When old Mr.. Wright discovered that
his stratagem of keeping his grandson
late Sunday evenings had not checked
the boys acquaintance with Mrs. Richie.
he tried more direct method. You
young ass! Can't you keep away from
that house? She thinks you are nuis-
ance!
mo. grandfather" Sam assured him,
earnestly. she doesn't 1 asked her and
she said
ASKED her?' roared the old man. DO
you expect a female to tell the TRUTH"
And then he swore steadily for minute
TN have to see Lavendar," he said, de-
spairingly.
But Mr.. Wright's cause was aided by
some one stronger than DR.. Lavendar
Helena's attention was so fixed on the
visitor who, was coming to the Stuffed
Animal House that Sans conversation
ceased to amuse her. Those little night
drawers on which she pricked her i'm
gers interested her a thousand times more
than did his dramatic visions. They in
terested her so much that sometimes she
could almost forget that Lloyd Pryors
visit was delayed. For though 1t was
the first Of May. he had not come again.
II am so busy he wrote: lit is impos-
sible for me to get away. l suppose
David will have his sling all ready for me-
when do arrive?"
(To be Continued Tomorrow
Oscar Graves and Ernest Maupin were
accidentally shot in the face near Aberene
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