Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1908-05-21

to bonnet, anyhow 49,.
II don't love you for your gram
mar, good or bad, but for-I won't risk
another reference TOTO my travel in
Ireland. How's Vic Wah?'
proud of the place as if he owned
it. Come! I'll show you everything;
him an the kitchen with the rest"
She led the way, trailing her black
skirts over the rich carpets from room
to room, holding her head high and
showing off her possessions with
pleased pride. The house was large
and in perfect taste. The former own
ers had failed suddenly and sold to the
first bidder, walking out with only
their clothing. The two women halted
in the library; and Esther looked Gu
riously along the rows of books, most
of them standard authors, and bound
to order, with the owners monogram
on the cover. She wondered what part
they played in Sally BIS present life.
Have you read any of them?" she
asked, glancing at the shelves.
A tired look crept into Sally BIS
face. 1--WE got to the sixth book on
the fourth row from the top. I reckon
it'll take about two year-years. vi
likes 'em, but 1 don't-leastways not
much of it."
Esther refrained from comment.
though her heart ached for the heroic
woman. Its too bad about the mono
gram. L. BIS so near right"
inst ,.ir
maw's name, Lang. See here!" She
crossed the room and brought cards
from the desk. They were in the ex-
tremest style, and read, MRS. Lang
Bernard. Lake View. First Thurs
day"
Think O. Sally B. bein' that big a
fool! But that's what you got to do
if you want to git-get up; an that's
where I'm bound, to the very top
notch! OF course, don't b'long there,
but vi does, an I'm going to boost her
if money an work can do it." She was
leading the way to the ballroom at the
top of the house, beautiful, spacious
! apartment overlooking Lake Merritt
| and the Berkeley hills,
I'm sure you're succeeding" Esther
said as they sat near an open window.
She wondered if it was wise to encour-
age Sally BIS impossible ambitions.
Eyes; that is, vi is. She gifts invited
into the ginuine, bong tong set, where
the men wears opery hats an gold.
headed canes, an the women's all
ladies'" ----ssssb.u.
"Does Viola enjoy it,"
Sally BIS face sobered instantly.
Il don't know. Wis changed some.
She was always quiet; now she's deep.
I can't make her out. She goes heap,
always does the right thing, wears her
clO'es like queen, she does. And
Freddy Bryan-he's old Dick Bryan's
son, you know; the old mans on his
third million now; an they're fust
families, o. K.-well, Freddy's shinin'
up to vi fine! Then there's Mr.. Reg
inald Lawrence; they say he's really
a lords son. kin sect he. likes vi,
but he's one O. them stand-off English
fellers; you can't tell about 'em. Cut
my-if Vi'd ketch a lord She
stopped and beamed on Esther.
But he might not make Viola hap
py."
"N-o," Sally B. acquiesced reluc-
family. Anyway, he's shy lately.
Reckon he's waiting to size up Bills
pile" Sally BIS honesty extended to
herself, no matter how unflattering.
'Vi's 10 next week." she went on.
"She's goin' to have the doggondest
ball-invitations ben out week-on
silk, they are. An I've staked out the
best decorator an the best caterer
round the Bay" ..'-.s.. 49, -.
Whom have you invited-besides
| me? I received my invitation safely
"Oh, all the big bugs-all the other
big bugs" Sally B. smiled at Esther
Il kin git. All that's called on me, an
q lot that hain't The 'Piscopal church
folks, too; they're bong tong, all
right" . I'D
They discussed the ball little
more, when Esther asked suddenly:
what of Alvin? Haven't you let
those two meet again ?"
The other woman's countenance fell
Il reckon vi still likes him. But how
can I let my little thoroughbred marry
that cripple? An if he want crooked
he's nobody; no more'n be. Wis got
to go up! You hear me! She's bound
to go up!' She rose and walked down
the room, stopping by another win
dow an instant before she returned
"She amt seen Al in two year" 1ts5..#
Esther saw the battle between love
and ambition, and said nothing. Pool
Viola! Must she be sacrificed? Esther
knew that the crooked leg would BE-
condoned il Alvin had q hyphenated
name or long purse. 81
Come on down to my ROOM" Sally
B. said presently; II want to show YOU
my clo'es. Oh, that's my church, st
Andrews" She stopped on the stall
and pointed out an iyy-hung building
OF unmistakable Episcopalian archi