Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1908-06-06

week if she 50 desired and to the
operas and dinners.
The dinners in particular appealed to
her. Her stomach WAS crying aloud the
fact that two slices of bread and but
ter and Il thin Wcd%" of cake was
scarcely satisfying luncheon prepara-
tion for delayed diun"r. Hunger add
Ell to Lisbcth'S gloom.
Her dissatisfaction with her lot in
creased as she entered the Crydcr home
and was escorted to the lAdy'S apart
mcntS The hurried maid received her
and. with her help. umpacked the dress.
1t lay on the bed, IL simmer Of pal"
green and silver, as Mrs. Cryder en-
tered.
Her face was wan and white save
where red mark crossed one cheek.
The grande dame was lost in the WON
an, and Marie had to help her mistress
to a chair and bathc her face with CO
logne while Lisbeth finished the un-
packing.
Was there an accident%" whispered
LiSbeth as Mrs. Crydcr tottered into
the dressing room and Marie came to-
ward the dress again.
An accident of marriage" explained
Marie with Il ShrGg of her fragiI"
shoulders that bespoke her beloved
Paris. 1T is evident that monsieur is
drunk again. All. well, madame mar
ricd for the money. With it she has to
take monsieur. for unfortunately, he
cannot drink himself to DEATH though
he tries hard, poor man"
II suppose that she will not need the
dress, after all" suggested Lisbeth as
She SmOOthcd out the Shimmery folds.
"But yes" insisted Marie. We'll or
i'll, one must be seen at the ball or
else one is not fashionable Poor ma
dame. Truly she works harder than
you or |. who have not appearances to
keep up. The dress is charming. ma
dcmoiscllc. 1t will not be that you
need wait"
With nod she dismissed Lisbeth.
who hurried down the stairway. The
downtown cars were less crowded. and
LiSbcth found a seat. With her hands
tucked into her pockets, the right
clutchnS Che dainty bow Miss Brady
had given her. I.iShcth again was lost
in her thoughts.
But this time the thoughts We're vast
ly different. She was thinking of the
price Mrs Cryder paid for the luxury
with which she was surrounded. She
had married for money. married Il
drunkard whom she could not love. If
Tommy ever dared to treat her in such
fashion I.iSbcth bIuShcd at the
thought as she Sigual%d the conductor
for her crossing
Tommy was waiting for her in the
tiny parlor when her toilet was com
plctcd.
MY, but you look swell" he cried
apprcciatngly as his eyes rested upon
the Saucy bow against the coal black
hair.
"Who gave you that hair ribbon?'
Miss Brady" exclaimed I.isbeth
blushing again rs she thought of Miss
BEadyS prophecy. "Do you like it?~
Put it away" he commanded
"Don't waste it now. want you to
wear that when we get married."
"Who said we're going to get mar
ricd?" demanded IiSbeth aggrcsSively,
wishing that her checks would not ri
val the ribbon in tint
81 did" admitted Tommy pIacidIy.
"Wc're going to get married week aft
er next got my pay raised, and
can afford it
"You've got Il nerve" scofred Lis
beth, but she let him clasp her in his
nd I,n i,,, 81,
with eager lips she remembered the
scene in the Crydcr home. She had
had her lesson. and her intended re-
lection of Tommy Ransons love was
forgotten