The Caucasian. (Clinton, N.C.) 188?-1913, 1912-10-03

York There had been enough money
left TO pay the Doctors and the IN
deraker's bills. but not much more
Her father had been dead for many
years. She had . married sister
much older than herself living IL
Chicago. But they seldom saw ont
another. and the bond was not q
very strong one.
AS Albert Jenkins said. there was
no one 10 care whether she got back
10 New York after their excursion al
= respectable hour. or whether she
missed the last boat and arrived Just
before the dawn OF Monday. While
she hesitated. a singulariy musical
voice spoke near her.
Us this the glove department! @
yes. thank you. Mr.. Burnside. I see
I'm looking for Miss Margaret Tay-
lor. Perhaps she's gone TO lunch. II
so. I'll wait till she comes back.
Why. here she In. Miss Taylor.
don't you remember me! / net you
at the West Side Girls Club the other
evening. Have you forgotten the lit
tie plan we talked Of them"
Margaret Taylor was gazing at q
very lovely vision. The young WON
an who addressed her was richly
though simply clad. She was q tall.
fair girl. Her smiling blue eyes were
wonderfully winsome. Then Margaret
remembered.
You are Miss Elliot" she said.
1.-The President of the West Side Girls
Club. 1t was dreadfully stupid of me
to forget your face. But about the
plan" her voice trembled. "I don't
think | quite understand"
why, you know you promised to
go to church with me some Sunday
afternoon and hear Doctor Jowett.
This will be our last chance, as he
sails for Europe next week. Now.
surely, you're not going 10 disappoint
me, and tell me you've made some
other engagement"
Gabrielle Elliot did not know until
years afterwards just why she spoke
at that moment with so much earn
estness.
The matter was not apparently i'm
pOrtant. Yet it seemed to her then a
vital one, and she acted as If she so
considered it. To Margaret Taylor
it was indeed vital.
Albert Jenkins had turned away,
but still fingered within ear-shot. The
saleswoman threw a glance in his di-
rection. Then she said distinctly:
I've not made any other engage
ment for Sunday afternoon, Miss Ell
liot, and I shall be very happy to go
with you"
''Then We'll meet at the clubhouse
on Fifty-second Street at 3 o'clock,
and after church I want you to come
home and take supper with me. Do
you know, somehow have a feeling
that you and I are going to be real
friends!"
The blue eyes looked into Marga-
ret's appealingly.
That morning Gabrielle Elliot had
prayed: Lord Jesus, let me touch
lives for You to-day. And, as I do
SO, quicken those lives by your Spirit.
through some word, or look, or pray
er of mine!"
She did not know that the Lord
was really answering that petition.
In her face there was at that mo-
ment actually reflected the glance OF
her Master, as He went about doing
good and-caring for people.
"Good-bye, them" she said sweetly.
81 know you'll meet me without fail.
I'm staying late in New York this
summer, and we're going to keep the
Club open through July, anyway, for
those who may care to use it. SO 1
hope you and will see good deal of
one another"
Down the broad aisle she passed
again, a radiant, graceful figure in
her shimmering silk gown. Albert
Jenkins gazed after her stupidity
$50 that's the way you turn a fel-
low down, is it? Well, by George. I
can't blame you so much! Suppose
you'd never give me an introduction
to her, now would your
Margaret scarcely heard him. Her
eyes were shining and her cheeks
were pink. I'm not afraid of life
any longer" she said, speaking more
to herself than to him. Everything
seems beautiful and possible now
just because-because somebody real
ly cares!' -Selected.