The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1907-02-11
THE EVENING STORY
Her Day Of Freedom.
lBy Rosalie Davis.l

Grace Cramer received the news or ne'
.Lunt's trifiing illness with outward man
ifestations of regret and sympathy, pu'
an inward feeling of emulation whicr
she realized was, to say the least, IN
grateful. Aunt Felice had been pa
for one long week.
Tell Mrs. Cramer I hope she will be
feeling very much better when l come
back from a drive. Is there anything
could bring her? Violets, or perhaps
/ roSes?"
Madame cannot endure perfume OF
| any sort when she has one of these at
tacks; but 1 shall tell her of your KIND
thoughtfulness,' said the precise black
goWned maid, who had been IN MIS-
Cramer's service for fifteen years.
Well trained and capable was this
| maid, but it never dawned upon her that
she should personally see that MRS
| Cramer's order for the carriage was exc
cuted. Certainly this sturdy young wo-
| man from the west, only daughter OF
MRS. Cramer's only brother. looked as If
she were quite capable of giving her
| own orders.
And SO it happened that the butler,
not without some misgivings, held open
| the big walnut and bronze doors for
| Grace to pass out, half an hour later,
and watched her walk briskly down the
| avenue.
At Thirty-fourth street she paused I'M
certainly. There were several points or
| interest she really wanted to see before
| returning home, the Statute or Liberty,
! the Metropolitan Museum OF Art ana
| Grants Tomb. OF course, New Workers
were always bored with such things, but
Grace was from the west, and frankly
| interested in sightseeing. And such a
morning as 1t was for sightseeing.
| In front of the Waldorf-Astoria stood
line of hansoms. With deliberate steps
| and keen glances she turned her feet
| in their direction. The cabbies looked at
| her ntly-sharp-featured English
drivers heavy jowled. and red-eyed Irish
| drivers a couple who looked as If they
| had sprung from the Ghetto, and one
| who caught and held her glance, smooth
and boyish of face, smart and we'll
groomed of coat and hat. She stopped
| and looked up into his face, shielding
her eyes with her long, fiat purse.
How much?"
Where, miss?" said the driver cour-
teously.
20, I don't know just whereby the
hour, I guess.
"One-f1fty for the first hour, a dollar
an hour after that
''All right. And first We'll go to the
Museum in the Park"
He touched the front of his hat with
his gloved fingers, and some rude
young men lounging near the carriage
starters booth laughed. Grace started.
Perhaps she had better not Then
she glanced up at the young man on
x.
against his hat, the doors were invit-
ingly open, and though his face was
quite grave, his eyes danced in fash
ion very much in accordance with her
own joy in being free from surveil-
lance for whole day.
She sprang into the hanson, and
the doors clattered shut.
How silly to be afraid" she MUIR
INJURED. why at home 1 go every
where alone-and he Is such a nice
looking Irish boy"
1.-The nice looking Irish boy" gath
ering up his reins, turned his eyes on
the group of rude laughing youths
near the starters booth. and in, that
uInph and reproach.
They bowled through the park and
drew w with flourish in front of the
museum. Grace sDrang out.
ooh, it is so much larger than I ex-
pected," she said, turning to the driver
in frank surprise not untinged with
appeal. "I had no idea there was so
much of it. You don't suppose can
begin to see it in half an hour, or even
an hour
The young man leaned respectfully
from the box.
Indeed you can't miss. I've been
here nearly every Sunday for the past
three months, and don't feel as if I'd
seen the half of it yet"
"Oh, then you don't work on Sum-
days ~
The cabby flushed.
after 6. miss There's not much
doing here on Sundays till dinner
time"
do they have guides" she said,
waving her hand toward the museum.
mo, miss; but you can buy a cata-
logue-''
And spend all my time trying to
figure out the catalogue. Goodness,
everything is SO big in New York. It
appals me-" She took a step forward
then turned.
II don't suppose-would you mind
If you could get some one to hold |
the horse-could you take me
through? 1t would save much time |
If you know the building-and then
maybe could see Grants Tomb, too" |
The young 1rishman swung around on |
the box. Yes, there few rods away, |
was policeman. He drove toward the |
officer, held whispered conversation. |
and in a few moments returned on foot |
leaving the horse in care of a bright |
looking boy, with the sympathetic DO |
liceman in higher authority
you'll want to see the Vanderbilt |
loan collection, few of the biggest avs
finest pictures, and the Morgan Jewels"
he said-but they saw much more and |
it was fuzzy an hour and a half before
they emerged from the museum.
''It isn't hard to see that you have
advantage" said the girl without a
touch of patronage, and the young man
looked at her gratefully.
"Once I thought ia like to be a
now"
He signaled to the lad, who led up
the horse.
"Ah," thought the girl. as thu doors
closed in upon her. Probably has
poor mother and some little brothers
and sisters to support"
At Grants tomb he found another
obliging youth to hold the horse, and he
pointed out to her all the interesting
features of the battle-scarred relics in |
the crypt. He drove her out past Clare
mont and the viaduct. then lifted the