Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-11-02
THE DAILY STORY.
A misunderstanding.
Copyright 1913. by W. werner.)

Copyright 1913. by W. Werner.)
Dent, 1 want two dollars"
After the words were spoken Frances
reflected that she might have tackled a
please to them. But she was not in
a mood for ''pleases.''
Her mood was the outcome of many
things. 1t was muggyg morning. The
flat seemed shrunken and GREATNESS.
Everything was as wrong as it could be.
and F. ances had no mind to right It.
Dent looked up at her from the table,
scowling. Two dollars!" he repeated
after her. That's pretty near the price
of u days work. What do you want it
for?''
Frances flushed. DO l have to &C
count To you for every cent I spend?"
she. demanded.
You ought to when I earn it
II earn my share, 1 guess. living and
working here in this seven-by-n.ne fiat,
never going anywhere or seeing any
thing Her lips took on a hard line.
L was a happy girl. I wish I'd stayed
So" she muttered.
'.What that?' Dent leaned forward.
"You wish you hadn't married me? Well,
sometimes | wish the same thing. When
a man works in hell six days out of the
seven he wants something different to
come home to at night. L don't know
what ails you lately. F. ances. His vol e
softened. You're changed since you
began TO run with Nat PettiS' wife. A
woman that amt satisfied with her own
husband isn't going to let any other
woman be satisfied with hers if she can
help it. i wish you'd let her alone
He sighed. rose and set his chair care
fully into it's place. Frances looked at
him and her eyes We're bright with ange
Il don I know what you've got against
Ida Pettis. she said. She's better
quality than most OF the women l have
to that, l shan't let he acne for you
or anybody.
You won't, eh?" Dent walked to the
rack, took down his old cap and 81 pped
it upon his head. He picked up his din
ner pail and turned away with sullen
swing to his big shoulders.
Dent, Frances voice sharply ar
rested him. Il want that two dollars"
He stopped. drew his worn old purse
from his pocket and flung 1t at her.
Take it al" he sneered and spend
il all Buy all the pinchbeck you want
at the cheap jewe.,y sale That's where
your going with il and l know 1t And
Nat Pettis' wife is going with YOU"
He wrenched the door open. slammed
Il violently behind him and ran down
stairs to the street.
Frances stood motionless, staring after
him. The jewelry sale. She mad not
even thought OF it. She was Just aware
that it was going on over town, but that
was ALL,
With q deep breath she uncoiied
STOPPING, size picked up the purse. II
held al that remained from Dent S las.
pay check He always carried the money
paying the bills as she presented them
to him. She needed that s. and took it.
She was TOO honest 10 purlo;n a cent
further. She was putting the purse away
N = secret place when she heard step !
running up ne S airs The next moment
Nat Pettis wife entered.
-'He lo!' she cried "Hello!'
she was dressed. rather stylishly, for
the street. She was a blonde, pretty
woman all smiles and summer day soft
ness. Frances felt battered by Ida Pet
It's friendship.
Here you are" went on Mrs. Petite
gayly. Its beginning a hot day. my
dear. and thought I'd take an early run