Lower coast gazette., 1913-11-22
The Other Girl.
By Nj. Gauss.

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By Nj. Gauss.
Elizabeth Joyce was on her way
with a party of fellow students to
the Institute of Design.
"When I get through my course"
she said, II mean to have the Essing-
ton prize. l don't say that in self
conceit-none of you will care to work
for it as I shall. You know George
Essington was my grandfather, and
the whole family expect me to win"
What Elizabeth wanted, she wanted
with all her heart. ut would be cruel
if l didn't get it! Surely l shall.p
II guess none Of us will push you
very hard" said her chum; "but
some other girl may come in who'll
want it as much as you do"
"How / shall hate her!" laughed
Elizabeth.
As Maize stood on the corner, wait
ing for a motor-car to move on, she
had overheard the talk. At the time
she did not dream that she would be
the other girl; she merely looked a
little wistfully after the art students,
as they took their trolley-car to the
West End. At one time she had very
much wanted to be a designer or an
sible for her, and she found it very
good, instead, to have work that
brought in eight dollars a week to the
family.
Maize was never long cast down.
After a disappointment, she could u.s.
ually find something she liked as well
as she liked what she had lost. On
that particular morning, there were
a number Of pleasant things to think
about. The rent was paid, from her
wages; at the grocer's, the family
credit was good. That evening she
was to go to a party. She had a new,
pale blue frock, and Ray Hunt had
sent her flowers to wear. It was
spring; the uptown fiower-shops gave
forth odors Of hyacinths and lilies
As the wind wrapped her skirt about
her ankles, Maize quickened her pace.
and all but danced down the street,
She was a pretty girl, small, slight
with hair almost the color Of daffo'
dis.
Her work lay in a dingy part Of
town-at the Pearl Laundry, where
she answered the telephone, gave Out
packages, and prepared the month";!
| statements.
At a little after eight o'clock thai
morning, she left the office to go t
one Of the workrooms. AT an cleo
trio wringer stood a large foreign
girl, named Anna Lobensky, VIII,
wore a red calico s%hirt-waist with old
fashioned, full sleeves. AS Mazi'
passed by, one Of those sleeves caugh
in the wringer, and she heard tn
girl cry out in Russian.
"Shut off the power, some one VIII
knows!" Maize cried, as she flew t
the side Of the girl in the red waist
She did not know just what happen
ed; her small, active fingers tore tn
cotton sleeve away in strips. At las
the Russian girl was free, and wen
staggering against the wall. He
face was almost as white as the we
sheets in the wringer; she was sob
bling aloud, but unhurt. Maize sa,
her white, bare arm, with shreds Q
red cotton clinging to it, and sud
denly remembered about a girl at Ma
sons Laundry, whose arm had bee
torn off at the shoulder.
"Wait a moment, ! feel sick" A
Maize spoke to the girls who crowd
ed about her, she looked into tn
wringer, and saw a splash OF seal
let. "Why" she exclaimed, lit
bloodw
It was only red calico, wrung an
twisted by the machine; but the sigh
of it made her feel very faint. A
she tried to get away to fresh ali
she found that a ruffle in the bac
Of her bingham dress had becom
caught in the machine. She did nc
feel afraid; her first thought wa
that the ruffle would be torn, an
she tried to release it gently.
Then came ! sudden wrench, an
great pain. She felt herself bein
drawn, struggling, into the flying ire
thing. Girls we're screaming, aSto
the current, Oh, stop it!w But as b
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