The Detroit times., 1908-02-28
The Times
Evening
Story

lG~lLOSE beside the western WIN
ln dow of a big hospital glri
Nh lay propped up in bed gazing
eat at the sunset or ralher
at such glimpses OF its gold
and crimson splendor as were vlsipie
between the roofs and the chimneys.
Tears gathered in her eyes while sne
| locked. for she knew that Tar over
| there An the west beyond the endless
| houses and dirty streets, beyond hills
and woods lay her native village. In
her minds eve she pictured the spring
evening falling over the bay. she couiu
almost see the blue water dancing,
| and the sunlit sails OF the nsnins
boats as they came into the harDor-
| She even seemed 10 feel the iit.ie
warm breeze that went through the
lanes where the violets were Mining
the air with their fragrance.
yioiets, A sudden pain shot through
her as she thought OF last year. On
| just such a spring evening as TINS she
! had walked up from the beach-Mlln
George Olsen and he had picked ner
great fragrant bunch.
Good luck go with you to Copen-
hagen. he had said. The day before
she had left home TO come mp 10 the
great unknown city to work in dress
making establishment while he had
sailed away on long fishing expedi-
ton.
"He must have come back TO the
village by now" she thought sadly as
abe watched the colors fading from
1.-THE sky. "and | dare say he has never
even missed me-" Then drawing a
little Bible from under her pillow she
shook out of IL a collection OF faded
| flowers.
| "That didn't bring me much luck,
fsn5 saf1f- and her Thoughts ran back
over the dark days of the last year
She had come to the city SO full oil
bona and energy, so sure that IL she
worked hard she would be able to lay
up a nice little sum. enough at any
rate 10 keep her mother In comfort
for the rest OF her life. And every
Thing had turned out SO different ron
what she had expected. Before she
trad been long in Copenhagen she had
found herself sick to go back TO Jut
Hand. The streets seemed Ike prison
walls. the air choked her. the CROWD
oppressed her and made her feel lone
some. but she had worked on bravery
and had Just passed her time of ap
prenticeship when she had fallen sick
True she was almost well now, bul
what was the good OF looking toward
THE west and dreaming OF home wher
she had no money to take her there
The poor faded violets lay In hei
hands and she raised them TO her lips
as though they had power to comfor'
lher The next moment she put them
back into the book, muttering, "Wha'
a fool am. AS IL he cared. He Ii
making love to some other girl now
All men are the same"
But in spite of this philosophical re
Election, her pillow was wet with tears
that night.
Meanwhile away In the little fishing
village OF the west shore Of Jutland
where the sky is bluer and the grass
greener than anywhere else in Den
mark, an old woman came slowly
up from the beach carrying on bel
arm great basket OF drift wood
, When she found herself at the lane
she sat down on the bank TO rest, fci
1.-The basket was heavy. Here all was
. still and peaceful. and the noise Of
1.-The waves sounded faint and very faI
away like something heard in dream
As the murmur rose and fell softly
! lit seemed TO the old woman like /,
voice I'm pain calling from Tar away
: and the voice was that OF her daugh
: tier In Copenhagen.
Poor Ellen" she said. why did
ever let her GOT"