The Washington herald. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1906-1939, 1910-10-17

Wilton Bruce in the Baltimore star.
You are not looking very grand these
days. Graham" said the manager, in a
kindly tone. We've just got the lists
out for the holidays. and if you would
care 10 take yours on Monday, instead
OF waiting later. III secure that date
FOR YOU"
THANK you, very much, sir" said the
young man. Il believe a change would
DO me all the good in the world"
Wen put you down for Monday.
then. Where do you think Of going?"
I've hardly thought Of il yet, sir"
replied the confidential clerk; hut Cor
lesion always braces me I'D. don't
know il YOU know IT,
'I used 90. when il was a quaint little
fishing village" said the manager, smil-
ing "In fact ! spent my honeymoon
there Was that some one at the door?
Come in"
The girl who had paused there with
the typed letters in her hand, listening
eagerly to tAe conversation, entered with
"a rosy blush on her pretty face and laid
her work on the managers desk. drop
ping her eyes as though she wished 10
avoid Douglas Graham, who passed out
as she came in.
Her heart was beating like a sledEe-
hammer. The manager would surely say
something about their holidays but he
simply signed the letters. and she had
reached the door before he called her
back
"Oh. Miss Spencer. YOU might just take
this into your room and get the young
ladies 20 initial these dates You must
arrange the order OF your going among
yourselves. Thank you" And he bent
over his papers again, unconscious Of the
storm OF hope and fear he had raised in
Maud Speucer's breast
Confession. Of all places In the w0rldr'
she was thinking What a marvellous
coincidence. on. if only I can get my
turn at the same time. must-I wiz"
There were six girls in the typists'
rooms. and the click OF machines was
deafening
Miss Spencer resumed her seat, which
was next 10 her sisters, and allowed the
list TO lie on the table for some minutes
while she schemed and planned.
She was undenlably pretty but of a
cold nature. and could even he spiteful
on occasion. Very different was her sis
ter, Daphne. a sweet, brown mouse OF a
girl, whose tired pallor told that a holi-
day was more needed in her case than
that OF any Of her companions.
"Oh, Mr. tombstone has sent in the
holiday list said Maud, carelessly. THE
last who went has the first pick this year
SO it's my turn"
ventured Mile Smith.
Did I? It's such long time ago that
I've really forgotten" said Maud, color
ing all the same you can't possibly
get your frocks ready by Monday Daph
YOU know you can't And one or two
of the other girls exchanged glances. for
Maud's selfshness was proverbial among
them.
Il don't mind, if you want to take it,
said Daphne, with tired sigh.
Maude spent the rest Of the afternoon
i'm a waking dream, to the detriment OF
the work. but. after all what did it mat
ter. Give her one fortnight. free and I'M
trammeled. and. if she did not very soon
say farewell 70 the hateful drudgery, il
would not be her fault.
The tide was making as Douglas Ora
ham. pipe in mouth. walked quickly along
the Old wooden jetty.
He went on the few yards that brought
him 20 the extent of the jetty, where he
stood looking out across the dancing
water, a sense Of loneliness suddenly over
whelming him.
The last time he had stood there his
mother had hung upon his arm-the little
mother whose care and comfort had been
all the world to him. and now that she
was gone the desolation of life smOte him
full and hard and his gray eyes filled
with tears.
He turned after while and felt a pair
Of eyes fixed upon him, large dark eyes
set in pretty face that colored as he
started
"Nynat, Miss Spencer, YOU here?" he ex-
claimed, stretching out his hand.
why not? Are you sOrry?'
NO. by jove! I'm more than glad,'
was the reply. and he meant it. Il was