Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1909-06-29
ElRS, HAVE AND
I. MRS, HAVENOT,
The Modest Little Home That
Was Happy, Though Poor.
BY AGNES DILLON.


her on the walk before a fat building
that. to say the least. was battered,
though patheticaliy respectable look
ing
'Dear mev' she said family. Then
she turned sharply on the imperturb-
able driver do you mean to say"
she asked rather fretfully, that this
Is 225 Rosemere court|
''The same" said the hired driver.
1.-TWO twenty-five, please"
AS Mrs. Simms opened the elaborate
gold mesh purse she carried she was
conscious of a bewildered surprise. Of
course she had known Carrie had not
married wealth, but Carries letters in
the years during which they had not
seen each other had been so cheerful!
How any woman could be cheerful liv-
ang on this little side street was beyond
Betty Simms.
Still bewildered and holding her
trailing skirts daintily, she entered the
building, and another surprise met her.
There was no elevator, and Mrs. Lewis
gAdelbert Simms was used to having
elevators when she needed them. APP
,parently there was nothing to do but
TO climb, and to the fourth floor too!
Each step added to her amazement
It was impossible to picture Carrie
as harassed by poverty. In their
school days she had been one of the
regal creatures the mere sight Of
WHOM called up visions Of ermine and
old lace. of lackeys and gold coin.
They had all been sure Carrie would
marry a millionaire. When she did
marry She wrote Betty Simms who
had indeed married a millionaire, much
to every ones surprise, being a small,
quiet, denure little creature of no APP
parent lrilliance, one Of her charac-
teristic letters.
Mother is furious" Carrie wrote
rheerfully, because Tom isn't rich.
cant make her see we shall be far too
busy just being happy to have the
mere matter Of money count. As for
that. some day Tom will be rich. He
has the brains"
And this was all Toms brains had
done for Carrie in six years! When
she had written Carrie she would pass
through her town and wanted to look
her up the prompt reply and invitation
to luncheon mad not mentioned those
three fights Of stairs Perhaps Carrie
was so used to them she had not
thought Mrs. Simms pressed the but
ton beside the door.
There was clatter Of feet down in
the inside hall and a woman's voice in
laughing protest, and the door opened
TO precipitate a small sized avalanche
of small boy and barking, woolly dog
almost into the astonished arms of the
caller. Behind the avalanche stood
Carrie.
Betty at last" she cried. Anthony,
let the lady in! Take Sub away. We
call the dog Substitute because he's
such a ridiculous imitation of a real
hearty dog
Mrs. Simms found herself drawn by
her friend across the tiny hall into the
living room, and there the two took a
good look at each other. Carrie, the
regal Carrie. stood clad in a blue and
white wash shirt waist suit that wOull
not be injured by entry into the
kitchen. Above it the old brilliant,
eager face, thinner, with hints of lines
and with its interested. searching
brown eyes, looked down as Of old on
Betty Simms in her Paris wrap and
her trading gown. There was COM
passion in Bettys eyes that shone forth
unknown TO her, and Carrie laughed
her old gay laugh
"You paid at least $40 for that love
of a hat, Betty she said. but per
haps you won't mind taking it of and
laying it on my $16.50 bed"
Its a bird Of paradise" said Betty
mechanically as she struggled with
the hatpins. The dresser silver was the
same Carrie had had at school, with
no additions. The dresser scarf was
only hemstitched scrim, and the bed
epread, though dainty. was Of flow
cred silkoline that Betty knew in her
soul had been picked up for a few
cents yard.
Still dazed, she followed her hostess
back into the little parlor. In spite
of its smallness ii looked bare. Not
a superfluous article adorned its walls
The mantel Boosted a single ornament
"a jar Of quaint pottery. The books
on the table. however. were plentiful.
The single small rug on the waxed
floor was AZ oriental. Through the
arch the dining room table showed,
weathered oak, artistic, but the cheap
est of woods
'@rell me all about yourself, Betty"
her hostess was begging.
For an instant Mrs. Lewis Adelbert
simms CROPPED for words why" she
laughed. a trifle ruefully, "there isn't
anything to tell! just got married,
and life goes on. and there are lots q
parties and dinners and things, and
/ always seem to be in a terrible rush,
OF else Lewis is, and we never have
time for anythngw
81 see," said her hostess, a little
quietly, her great eyes taking in the