The Washington herald., 1907-01-23

YOU newer know whether any one is ia
love with you or not 30 mouned Rosa
mond MayJhoru. stretching out a danuy
siippered foot TO The fender where q
bright fire cleaned.
Her fathers eyes twiukled 81 think I
have heard that phrase before my DEAR
he said kindly. land while ] acknowledge
.th1t your fortune Is ID good deal of a lure.
II must confess that II were young
man just the sight Of your eyes and the
sound OF your voice would be enough for
mel"
Bosamond shook her head. you see.
father you were AN exceptional youur
man. she said but the look i'm her eyes
was troubled and a fain. quicker showed
between her brows Her father leaned
forward and patted the Slim young hand
that Jag on the carved arm of the chair,
his motlerIess daughter was very dear
To him.
What's gone wrong. Rosamoud1r he
qJeried rs The new Worth gown q fail
lure, or ddn's you enjoy your dance last
with sawdust2'
"Ir Izul the world that's stuffed with
s1wjust. IT'S the men," cried Rosamaud.
Her father laughed outright. and Rosa
moud fcowueJ at him with delicious SEE
verify.
"Ah. you may lausH." she said -Hu-
I'm in earnest. just the same. I'm sick
OF an men I see az balls and operas. &
done want "a puppet iu evening dress to-
taIE 90. / want mana man vino works
and thinks and feels. and iu this silly
social wEir I've not been able 90 find
one. Besides there's not one OF them
that's not fortune hunter from -0by
-apmlu To George Asro-atIt The IN. ie.
Tm beginning ~ tire of utterly yapil
days. ami pleaslre-ses6iag existence"
WHAT do you intend 20 90, thaaE
81 propose go work f1g mv living
Seriously. Ra-ew9aI
Doesn't this Ioal- serfousg" She drew
from The floor beside her writing pad
covered with eabalistic signs.
5 orlHlud. as liver calculated her
father. wen. Rossm0ud. I've always
.e- you have your own way and IL you
want Oh Try au experiment go oa. 7
l i'' b. -'-.'.''
''' t.' .- "i-'-' '-- iet Oh a.t-t-Io--
.- .al once
''Eoth.as ~ thr Efad she flashed. I'll
Dad % situation or uy own. III cease Go
DE Ea=amaa5 Naythou, tomorrow
morning Iu b. Rosam1ud Marsh. and if
7'. me
'o' D. .'.'. ~ pr '-' .'ll'- -o- ia OH 1o
pay BUSINESS t'-'-st az CLOCK
mere Followed days when Bos8moud
was utterly t8tlSued and disaeartanad
Many "a time she lowered CA th, verge of
giving ru r.~ o-ur-. ANA gale- ts.l- D..
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power on wan street was latent iH her.
too. and she stuck it out CnuIEeouSly.
though often jhe Dcncii-d letters swan
before her eyes, Eer back achel and her
fingers almost refused 90 "olaeE az tae
type OF her machine. To "a gIrI accus-
TONED % waking az 10 in the morning
II was mo small wrench % put back the
hands or the clock 10 a. m., as
rising hour, and instead OF luncheon in
Ncli-arp1lnted d-nIng-r0om- 10 sourry
TO restaurant for ID hurried midday
meal
my, isn't it fine to think that our
course Is nearly finished, sighed Matty
Brown. trim girl IN black, busily en-
gagged i'm putting on her hat before
small mirror, which huns in the cloak
room. II suppose vel Dee hunting for
work next. Wonder if wen soon get
any,"
II hope so. said Rosamond. soberly.
The hundreds and hundreds Of toilers
whom she passed In the streets each
night after the 5 o'clock whistles blew
had given her a very different view of life
from that which she had cherished in
her brucaded b0udoir She knew now
that It was composed Of infinite struggle
and hardship, and it was with "a thrill of