The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1907-07-10
THE EVENING STORY
Appearances to the Contrary.
(By Cecilia A. Loizeaux.)

CIldlI, QIQ1Q n6r collar. InlS
was preparatory to the rite, sacred in
Midtown. of dressing for the after
noon. Susan, who, Notwithstanding
the fact that she had just returned
from an art school and did not deny
being artistic, refused to be called
Suzanne, was doing something to her
race, with the aid of a hand glass and
many unbecoming grimaces.
what are you going to wear this
afternoon?" inquired Mrs. Holton in
an deliberately careless voice.
Nothing that is, I'm going to
place in this metropolis where I can
have it washed for me-"
But, Susiei Not in the afternoon!
There will surely be callers"
Just say I'm not at home, and
don't bother" said Susan, drawing out
her hair pins and letting her red hair
down over her yellow and brown and
tan kimono.
You forgot that you are not in
New York." said her sister sharply.
do try to forget that you have been
to art school and be decent to people.
Not at home won't go here. Every
one in this village knows that you are
at home, for you couldn't possibly get
away without some one seeing you 60
And, anyway, 1 asked that Mr.. Bates
over to call on YOU
Kind of you! What Mr.. Bates?"
asked Susan, dropping her comb and
STOPPING to pick it up.
Mrs. Barton's nephew. He's from
the east somewhere, and he has the
incest manners. I thought maybe
you'd like to have some one come
who is a little more like the men you
are used to- she added.
81 would!'' said Susan emphatically.
And 1T was nice Of you to think of 1t.
Perhaps he'll come late in the after
noon and my hair will be all dry. I'll
hurry" And she ran down the hall
and slammed the bathroom door after
her.
There's something familiar about
the name," she said to her face in
the glass while the water was running.
''And-and I don't particularly want
to see any more of the Bates clan
but if Bessie should find that out,
she'd never let me forget it. So III
see her Mr.. Bates and try to get in
terested in this place"
She played croquet with her little
niece while her hair dried, and the lat
ter half of the game brought her into
full view of the street. She got down
on her knees and bumped the gaudy
the little post, and while she knelt
young man walked up the straight
walk to the front door.
And so it happened that three min
utes later as she entered the sitting
room with her glowing, wind-blown
hair and flushed face, she was just in
time to hear her sisters company
"Come right out into the sitting
room, Mr.. Bates. it's so much cooler
there"
She gained the stair closet just in
time and softly pulled the door shut
after her. And then, safely hidden,
she called herself goose.
why didn't you go back out into
The yard and reach your room by the
adder? No one but Bessie would live
N a house that has no back stairs"
She hoped the caller would not stay
ong, but she knew there was no tell
ng what false hopes her sister would
1im until Susan should appear. She
lid not know that Susan was in the
closet, and If she had known it, she
would not have known how to get her
)ut of it.
''But If she had one grain of sense,
which unfortunately she has not, or
she'd not be trying to make a match
'or me, she'd know that 1, presumab bly,
n the back yard, could not get to my
Dom in any way save through the
place where they are sitting"
The closet was small, airless, dusty
Ind full of odds and ends. Susan
hardly dared move for fear Of knock
ng something down.
mot that I care for being discover
cd she reasoned, "ror that would
erve them both right, but 1 do not
ARE to bring Jim's golf sticks or IN
liam clubs down on my defenseless
head. I'm not much of a club wo
man," She searched cautiously for a
zeyhole and found none.
"Of course not" she muttered, dis
81 am denied even the small
comfort of watching the dismay on
3essie's face as fail to appear. So
lent, 1 presume"
She sank back on her heels and
nopped her hot face with one corner
If her kimono. 81 hope it doesn't
ade," she thought
Presently she rested her forehead on
Ter knees and forgot time and place,
md heat and discomfort. Her
thoughts were busy.
81 suppose he and Maude Forman
re married by this time. wish 7
aid he did not care for her baby kind |
f prettiness. It must have been her
alent. No one can deny that she had |
he rest of US beaten. all hollow. That |
ould paint better than Dan himself" |
"Maude knows how I feel about It'll
nd so does he. That's what hurts the |
worst. 1 could not help showing 1t that |
mph in her silly face when she came |
ut of the studio. and we knew she had |
ot the prize. She looked at me, and |
hen she walked straight up to Dan |
nd they forgot was there. Oh, the |
humiliation of it! And then old Car
on had to cap the climax by telling !
ne that 1 never would make an artist. |
knew it well enough. All I wanted |
,as-if he'd only stopped there instead |
telling me that should be married. |
I" Il have seen that you are in love.
fiss Susan, and I advise you to marry |
he good man and help him make a |
areer.'
HE wasn't so smart as he thought l
xxroa has laI
-asnt content with getting the paint
lg prize-she had to take everything, /
Forgetting where she was,
he sprang to her feet, humping her
cad against pile of empty boxes
hitch fell with a deafening chatter.
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