Bridgeton pioneer., 1907-02-28

her lips. 'Ze, he asks me to be Mar
tha," she almost whispered without
looking up, "and wishes me to wear
the costume wore when l sat for the
picture" There was something else in
the note which Amy did not mention.
"And so you shallp' cried Ze "It's
not too late.'
Amy shook her head You forget,
Ze, that it is noon now"
"That makes no differencew cried the
other, planning energetically. "You
have made the mistake, and it is your
| duty to fix things up the best way you
can. You owe it to John Alden"
Amy glanced again at the last few
lines of the note and faltered. 'If he
should have selected another Martha
| by this time"
"Huh!" exclaimed Ze unbelievingly
well leave that for him to settle. All
l want of you is to do the decent thing,
and that is, chaperoned by meme"
with laughing emphasis, you are go
ing instanter to his studio, explain the
mistake and ask for the togs which
make a Martha"
"Oh, Ze, couldntr' cried Amy, turn
ing her burning face away.
Half an hour later Ze, the energetic,
disappeared. When she came back it
was to Amy's room, where she busted
herself in the clothespress. Here are
your wraps" came her muff1ed voice,
"and I've ordered cab. 1t will be
here in five minutes, so you better
hustler
"Oh, Ze, how un-unwomanly," Amy
whispered at the entrance to the Ar
lington, on the top floor of which were
the studios.
Ze pressed her lips together and rang
for the elevator. She was determined
not to give Amy an opportunity to
think. Up they few to the top floor,
where Amy paused in sudden reali-
zation Of what she was doing but Ze
hurried along to a certain door and
gave it hasty rap, her eyes turned
back to where Amy stood like star
tied wren ready for flight.
"Come in" shouted familiar voice.
"You come OUT muttered Ze indis-
tinctly, giving louder rap.
The door opened hastily and Alden
appeared. "Whyw he began, and then
with a change Of voice continued:
Pardon me, Miss Brown. l thought
it was Van Horn. Won't you
.Ze interrupted him briskly, casting
an apprehensive glance over her shoul-
der. mo, / thank you. I've brought
fcesT T oil II ,i,,I-
interview her you'll find there has been
a mistake made that no one is to blame
for" With this bald and direct state
ment she discreetly withdrew around a
corner, having had the satisfaction of
seeing the artist turn down the hall
with face as pale as Amy's own.
'What mistake, Miss Low?" he ask
ed, stopping a little distance from her
Amy followed Ze's retreating figure
with startled eyes. "Why-she found
the invitation only this morning in m
a wastebasket-and"-t girl pushed
herself back against the wall, looking
up timidly-"she made me come to ex-
plain and"-
BLESSED be Miss Brown" said AL
den, with ring in his voice which car
ried the words to Ze.
"But if you have invited another
Lady Washington
II haven't" interrupted Alden.
"There's just one Lady Washington for
me-you have read my note-Amy-
only for the dinner tonight, but for all
time. VIII you come?'
Yes" whispered Amy, but she es-
capped Alden's outstretched hands,
blushing. q must so find Ze," she
said naively, hurrying down the hall.
Alden laughed happily and followed
"All right l want to find Miss Brown
myself and ask for the honor of shak !
ing hands with her."