Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-02-17
BY MARION HILL

arose resolutely. Mr.. Glynne knew enough
to propose adjournment
providence permitting u.s. he went on,
reaching into his pocket. I'VE are to reas-
turn this dollar, bringing with it Its earn
ings."
He produced ten silver coins-they were
lukewarm-and distributed them among the
Dorcasses.
AS hers lay in her. pink palm Jerrie eyed
1t with anything but favor. 1t might have
been an earthworm. and squirming, Tor al
the pleasure she appeared to get out OF II.
BE not slothful Be no improvident stew.
ard. Bury not your talents in napkin,
exhorted Mr.. GIynne, smiling a benediction
after his departing Dorcasses.
Only Jerrie was left She alone got the
benefit of the reference to the unfaithful
steward.
of an all round SLOUGH any way you look
at him." she remarked difidently. Con-
general practice, but she felt that her re-
marks should be biblical or nothing An
out and out slouch-dont you think? Or
he wouldn't have buried a napkin when any
old rag would have done as we'll"
Mr.. Glynne's smile sternly died.
Surely my young friend does not pre-
sumo to criticise, in levity and slang, pas
sage from holy writ?'
my good gracious, no! Is that what
was doing? Chew it up and forget It,"
begged Jerrie, flushing with honest con-
triton.
In her shocked penitence she looked 30
spiritually fair and slight that Mr.. Glynne
falteringly restored her to grace. No, this
old-fashioned young pastor failed to realize
how very dearly he inclined toward Jerrie
Bennison; but compared with the ample
soidity Of form Of the older Dorcasses, her
slender prettiness seemed to make an es-
pecial appeal to his protective chivalry.
She was his most beloved worker. Not that
she was one particle of actual assistance
to him or to the society. No wren on an
ostrich farm could have been more use
less. And yet-and yet-had the chance
been his, how gladly would he have swap
ped off any, every, ostrich for this tiny
wren!
Her shiny hair tied with its big black
bow her innocent face upturned to his.
were so magnetically fascinating to him
that he easily credited her with power to
fore burst out enthusiastically:
who knows? 1t may be you, the young
est sister in our busy circle, to be blest
above the rest in energy and success-your
for this good cause of ours"
Jerre looked far from hopeful.
II haven't useful stunt in my bag" she
Wouldn't Wouldn't if could Won't it do if Just just
dig down In my own pocket at the end of
the two months and cough up another
plunk-or three-to match th1s?"
Shuddering his way through the corrupted
portions of this speech Mr.. Glynne grasped
at the decent expression my own pocket
and replied to it.
''Oh. no, no, no. Miss Jerrie BY so
doing you would defeat the very object of
this crusade which is to prove that organic
ed endeavor pays It's own wage in coin.
You say that you cannot earn money; pray,
and a way will be shown. Hard work,
perhaps. but that Is what expect Of you,
work. labor, toll"
'Toil?' Her long lashes futtered far up,
and she gazed at him in blank dismay.
''Toil," he repeated.
Great jumping jerusalem" she muir
INJURED sadly. and turning quickly, followed
the others.
His glance strayed with her as she saun-
tered down the lane; and he thought, first,
that she was fairer and fresher than the