Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-05-30
BIT
MEREDITH NICHOLSON

About all say for it is that it is clean
most of the time. In there is the men s
reading room: table for writing, too.
Pipes, you notice, are not discouraged.
They looked in where a dozen men OF
all ages sat about small tables reading
newspapers and periodicals.
Some of these old fellows are as regu-
lar as British Museum readers. Every
man who comes here can have cup OF
coffee and a sandwich in the evening for
the asking; the COOKING class downstairs
looks after that I'm putting On a lot OF
foreign newspapers. few books over
there-just beginning Anybody can
take a book home by writing his make
on a card. Bring them back? Oh. we'll.
what IL they don't? Down below is the
kitchen-mind the step.-the building was
in bad shape when l got hold OF 1t: I'll
get after that stairway tomorrow. Here
the cooking school: about twenty girls are
taught by a domestic science teacher
regularly. A part of the class volun-
teered to provide the refreshments to-
night. That coffee wasn't bad. was it,?
At the foot of the dark stairway they
emerged into a low basement whose
cleanliness and order were at once ap-
par ent even to the lay sense.
Don't let me bore you. l Just want
you to get a bird s-eye view. This plant
isn't complete yet-we have only the es-
sential requirements; the frills will come
later. These are more advanced pupils;
younger girls we get in the afternoons.
Rather remarkable young woman over
there, wiping dishes. Came out last sun
day and volunteered to help IN her lei
sure. / must speak to those girls mll-
ute
Wayne followed the clergyman through
the unfamiliar apparatus of the schooI
kitchen to the farther end of the room
The young women indicated were evident
ly enjoying themselves, and as the two
men approached one of them laughed
happily-a laugh of quality that drew
Wayne's attention to her. lie stopped
suddenly, seeing that she was beyond
! question the girl he had met in the art
gallery: there was no mistaking that
head of hers! Her back was toward the
door. and she had not heard the men ap-
proach. Her laugh rang out again,lt
was like q flash of water down q hlllsloe'
or any other bright and happy thing. She
turned, towel and cup in hand, as the
minister greeted her companion and IN
troduced Wayne.
This is Mr.. Craighill. looking for q
model cooking school, and he knew "here
to GOMEZ
"Oh. Miss Morley. this is my friend
Mr.. Craighll. He's been watching our
show upstairs. I haven't dared ask now
he liked it. but he's Judge Of coffee and
he drank all of yours!''
Paddocks joy in his work shone in his
face: he was immensely pleased that
Wayne had given him the evening. One
of the dish-washers drew him away &c
meet a newcomer, and Wayne and MISS
Morley regarded each other gravely. HeI
arms were barred to the elbows; she held
half-dried cup in her hands: blue
check apron covered her gown. There
was no question of recognition: both re-
membered their former meeting. wayne
spoke at once.
This is different from the art gallery.
! was sorry about that You were quite
right-not to want to know me. l have
thought about that afternoon a good
deal"
II have thought about it. too said
the girl, land I have been sorry L spoke
to you as did. l had no right to assume
that you did not mean to be kind.
shouldn't have stopped to talk to You
that afternoon if / had not been SO fu,l
of the picture that ] really didn't think
about myself-or you. The portrait
seemed somehow to make it right enough
in the first place-it all seemed imper-
sonal. But l didn't like your wanting to
take my sketch
Go be continued tomorrow