Evening bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu, Hawaii]) 1895-1912, 1910-02-03
Short Stories For Evening Hours
A NEW YEARS FANTASY
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down the winding walk in front Of the
White House and through the gate and
out into the street. On New Years day
all the world might come and shake
hands with the President, and 1t
seemed as II half the world had avail
ed Itself of the privilege.
Marcia Marks felt almost overpow.
cred by the thought Of the honor that
was before her. Marcia had not yet
learned to shrug her shoulders at high
position and august officials. She had
been In Washington only three weeks,
That she was soon to have a peep at
the wonders of which she had heard SO
much seemed like part of the fairy
lore which she had loved as a child
She wished that there was some one
who might share her pleasure. But
she had made no friends, so she shift
ed from one foot to the other, movins
forward slightly as far up at the other
end OF the line people were admitted
through magic door.
II was very cold, but Marcia's heart
was warm. For the first time in her
life che was earning money, and she
was sending part of II home. Then
too, she had a new hat. which was a
great cause for happiness. 1t was the
FIRST really lovely hat that she had
ever possessed, but $50 a month seem
cd such munihcence that Marcia had
given way to temptation and had
bought the lovely plumed thing.
She did not dream that her exquisite
blonde beauty framed by the big hat
WINS attracting the attention not only
of the pedestrians but Of the occupant.
Of the autos and Of the carriages thai
drave slowly in line toward the othel
entrance, where a privileged few were
admitted at once to the blue room
Marcia feasted her eyes on the prett!
gowns, and for the first time as sh'
stood there In the cold q little bit o
envy entered her heart. Why shouldn't
she ride In luxurious comfort? Sh,
had beauty and youth, and loved ,
good time.
But even as the thought entered, She
put Il away. Wasn't she lucky enough
with her $50 a month and her new hat
And once more her face was brigh
and she held her head high.
Then suddenly she gave a startled
glance from under the brim Of her hat
as the door of great motor car open
cd and a voice said, Wont you get ii
here with me?"
The woman who spoke was beautiful
with the beauty of old age. Under he
wide hat her haid was white. but sh,
held herself with grace and dignity
"Oh." Marcia faltered, and the lad.
said quietly. Get in, my dear, l will
explain later"
So Marcia. followed by the eyes o
the crowd. stepped into the wonderful
car, which went slowly up the drive
way, t ..r .4.
Then the beautiful lady turned +
her with sparkling eyes. was you
grandmother Martha Witherspoon?
she demanded.
"Why--yes-' r.-
The beautiful lady clapped he
hands. 81 knew IL the minute lai
my eyes ON you" she said. "As 20
stood there with your head held hig
In that naughty little way, and wit
your blue eyes and your red-gold hall
1t was as II my dear school friend ha
come back to me-"
Grandmother Is the dearest thing,
Marcia said, "and as pretty as ever.
81 lost track OF her." the beautifu
lady told her, when l went abroa
years ago, and when | saw you
wasn't going to run the chance of nc
finding you again-so l made you sc
in, and made you lose your place 1
the line"
ooh. don't mind that said Ma
cha. 81 can go back to the end an
wait"
Indeed you won't" said the beaut
full lady. II am going to take 20
right along with me to the blue room
am to stand behind the receivin
line, and you shall meet the Presider
and go on to the east room, and wa
for me there"
II am going to play fairy godmothe
and put my wrap on you. Your glove
are all right, and your hat and yo
shall have my violets, and presto!-
you will be a young lady of fashion
Marcia protested, but for just on
moment the curtains of the closed CT