Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-12-29

see she knows about her luck said the editor
to me- "I you the first to tell her about it, write
little story about how she behaves.
As the woman who had died in Ohio had reached the
age of ninety, formed an immediate picture IN my
mind of what the beneficiary of her wealth must look
like | fancied that she must be dm-eyed little old
lady of type that abounds in the Treasury more than
in any other of the Washington departments, and l
imagined her weeping silently on her crumpled black
stuff dress and perhaps breathing silent prayer when
told of the fine bit of fortune that had come her way
| found her sitting alongside the desk OF one OF the
bureau chiefs. She looked more like Lillian Russell IN
the prime of that everyoung stage gurane than any
body had ever seen-which is tantamount to saying
that she perfectly ravshng young person with
fluffy chestnut hair of the naturally waving sort, clip
perishly trig a white linen suit, and with smile that
Illuminated the dingy like newly lit Welsbach
light:
Ohoo" | interrupted her at the dictation-not quite
believing myself that she was the person | had been
searching for
"Mercv no." she exclaimed, the smile lighting up the
darkest of the shadowy ROOM Il am her grand
niece hope don't look quite a hundred
She didn't. told her so. OF a truth. she couldnt
have been many minutes over twenty. The old lady
passed away yesterday, said to the brightly smiling
young woman, assuming what deemed to be a fitting
Soe1nnlty.
did She really?" asked the girl adjusting her side
combs Perhaps realizing then that her words might
have sounded tre callous, she beamed upon me and
added, at very sad, of course, and am sorry; but
never saw the dear old lady in my life She permitted
nobody to see her. She was-er-queer, was always
told.
"She left you her entire estate, amounting to some
thing above hundred thousand dollars it states here
said L and showed her the despatch.
She read it with the quick eye of competent young
woman stenographer. She flushed trife, then laughed
quite merriy. 81 hadn't supposed the poor old soul
knew EARTH, she observed in matter-of-fact
tone at was perfectly dear of her, wasn't it?'
The bureau chief and both concurred in considering
it perfectly dear.
al guess I'll resign my job, said the young woman.
The bureau chief and | both taken aback at such
precipitancy suggested that it would be much wiser for
her for verfcation of the story of her luck and
then consider the matter of reslgnlng.
"Oh, | guess the story is correct enough, was the
ofhand reply of this curousy cool and sefcOntaIned
Young woman "And I'm tired of my job here any
how | applied for my thirty days annual leave few
DAYS ago, and they wouldn't give it to me until two
months from and 1t S hot and stuy, and am just
tired of it here anyhow. | guess III quit my job now
and she drew sheet OF paper from her desk, shipped 1t
her tvpewrtng machine ratified off her resignation,
addressing to the Secretary of the Treasury and then
turned round still wearing her engaging smile, and said,
IF the story is incorrect, why, get another job
somewhere else
Then she put on her hat and gloves and took her
paraso from the stand and trpped out into the hot
Washington sunlight shaking hands pleasantly with
her ex-chief before going, and nodding with
careless brightness at the writer hereof.
That was, all in all, about as unconcerned a
reception of the of unexpected wealth q
| had ever heard about The pretty II
Young woman's preciptancy in abandoning her II
position worked out all right; for the nforna II
ton had conveyed to her as to the Wndfall n
proved to be exact and she is living today in A
California city in the enjoyment of her con- n
stanly simplifying income N
THE late Frederic Remington, the artist, III
visiting Texas ii
ranch in the latter Os,
happened to be by III
dav when of the