Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-05-28
THE EVENING STORY.
Change Of Scene.
Copyright. 1918. by ". wernero


This place was not home" 1t neve'
would be home She had no home.
Having assured herself of these facts
for perhaps the hundredth time. Mur;el
Davis flung her brand-new broom into
corner and threw herself upon the
couch and wept among its pillows.
The panic of 1907 had broken the
financial backbone of the Davises. But
for five years thereafter they had re-
fused to face this fact. Tom HAD
struggled along at his end and Muriei
at hers trying to make one cent do
the former duty of a hundred. and botn
had wondered why they were so
wretched until certain evening, when
they had suddenly found out. Tom
confronted with larger than usua.
sheaf Of bills had collapsed. With his
head in Muriels lap he had begged 10
be hidden away in little hole "nere
nobody could bother him. He had SOD
bed out that he knew of JOB ne coui
get in another city at S22 week.
They could get a little house in neisn-
borhood where everybody else wou1d
| he moor and unashamed OF the fact IL
would be heaven TO MIN. "oo
go? ,, .o,.a
| had materialzed into hve~room COZ
tage, green shattered and set IN inc
midst of a rose garden somewhat TAN
eled. And in three months clubs motor
cars, theaters, little suppers ana even
conventional raiment were aim anu ulf
regretted memories as FAR as TOM WAS
| within his income and able to pay his
bills The mail no longer heid any
! terror for him. Untrammeled by tne
nece ssity for maintaining any position
/ In1 n
collar in the evening and hobnobbed
with the kindly neighbors. with "hom
Re was immensely popular
| But Muriel. the first excitement OF
the new venture over. had graduaiis
| subsidized into slough of wretched-
ness She had polished and burnished
every GRANNY with her own hands: and.
having done this. she, felt that the
| scene of her endeavOrs would never
afford her one moments content
she belonged there-that il was
| home.
| a tap on the screen door brought her
suddenly to her feet.
| Cant stay honey. said Mrs. War
rem. corpulent and several times a
| grandmother with dimples in her
| cheeks and the joy of eternal youth IN
! her eyes. These same eyes, shrewd as
they were kindly. took in the patnos
/ in Muriers appearance without seeming
| to notice it at all. Brought you-ali
che of my lemon meringue pies. she
announced and deposited the delicacy
| locally famous) upon the table. y on
and your man have 1t for dinner and
/ you'll feel like ten-year-olds. Ny. how
! you-all have tidied up this place" she
ratified on. Were all awful proud of
| it since you-all moved in and fixed UP
on. But bless my soul, child. Quail
oughtn't to be lookin' so pale! Bet
you-all haven't been scarcely out o
this yard since you-all moved here.
Now. amt it 500"
! Muriel hadn't and said so. and was
herself surprised at the information.
It seemed impossible, but then she had
/ been so busy.
"You-all need change o scene. :
Mrs Warren decided
| "You-all just put my pie in basket
with some sandwiches and pickles and
take your man to the beach to-
morrow. and I'll bet you'll get up the
next mornin and do the wash your
self
rs that a nice place." Muriel asked
wistfully.
| Fine" her neighbor assured her.
| There's crabbin and fishin and boat
| in and a place where you can buy
boiled crabs and sit an eat em right
| out o the bay and the poland be
| sure to take some ketchup for that.
And there's a carrousel and a dancin'
| pavilion, and everything else that a
| nice, honey little resort ought to have.
| And it's right on the bay, you
know. The salt airll smell fine to
you all
I'll surely CO. Muriel said CRATE