Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-07-04
THE EVENING STORY.
avWed Adn1irer.
Copyright. 1913, by ". Werner,

Copyright. 1913. by " werner)
Miss Statira was returning home from
a mornings round Of the shops She
had been prodigal in her buying. but
then her purse was reasonably full. and
1t was a lovely spring morning-a morn
ing that urged one to a hazard She had
grayish hair and pink cheeks and a smile
She stepped along with the eagerness of
girl. for she had health, just enough
money. her own house and her own way.
and she also had an admirer back there
in Lenox-Madison's smart little dry goods
store. Indeed. he was the Madison of
the frm-Amos Madison. she had known
him for years.
And m not one bit in love with
him. she thought What's the use in
marrying man you're not in love with?
Yet l helieve-Im sure l could be very
much in love. Oh, dear met"
Statira gave little cry. Somebody
has iostled her and made her drop one Of
her parcels. She looked up. startled into
pair of bold black eyes far above her.
I beg your pardon said the strange
man. ALLOW met
He dived gracefully after the parcel,
which he handed her in eourtly manner.
There it is-iit again for your handling.
And repeat, ten thousand pardons! lie
lifted his hat; his bold eyes flashed in
smile. Statira smiled back and they part
ed.
At the corner she glanced across her
shoulder. lie was standing a few PAGES
from the place where they had met,
watching her. Statira blushed violently
and hurried into her house. "Now he
knows where | live" she thought. What
an adventure! And what eyes he had.''
She thought of Amos MadiSon's pale.
lightiess. blue eyes. and shook her head.
They had never held for her such look
of frank admiration as she had found
in the Strangers
Statira flung down her parcels upon the
table, sank into n chair and gave herself
up to thought. She had a fondness for
black eyes. The strange man was all
things Amos Madison was not. He was
tall, slender, dark, with an indescriba5le
look OF distinction. But who was he?
What had brought him to Westmore?
And what had there been about her to
attract his admiration? Statira got up
and went 10 the glass; to see.
Il believe I'm real romantic, after all,
she thought. "Ali the same. l wonder
if-T hope ! shall see him again.
Her mother entered the room. Il
thought you'd have them all open by this
time she said, referring to the par
GELS. Did you buy anything at Lenox-
Madison s? Did YOU see Amos
Yes, 1 saw Amos
Hes well. l hope. He hasn't been in
for some time. / did hope. St2tty, that
this spring you'd decide on Amos one way
or the other. He's getting along in years.
You've kept him dangling long enough.
Il keep him dangling" cried Statira
angrily. Mother, you amaze me. Amos
has never asked me to marry him, any
way. He's as different from my IDEAL as
black is from white
Mrs. Peel got angry in her turn. Ideal
-ideal-a woman OF your age harping
about ideals" she said. Just let me tell
you, Statty, that you'll find water run
ming uphill easier than you'll ever find
your ideal
She sat down in her accustomed place
by the window and jerked her Workstand
forward. Fifteen minutes later she call
ed Statira in from the kitchen. or