Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-06-01
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in astonished CONSERVATION, drawing an.
arm round her shoulder. Then her eyes fell
on the drawings "Whv, Kitty, whose are
these" she asked breathlessly. "You don't
mean to say-vou never told me you could
draw
Jaw. them." said Kitty coloring through
her tears. Il just do 'em for rest, she cx-
planned alphabetically. give yards more at
home"
4But, Kitty, they're great! Why, I'd
know that gold lace blouse from the Market
the page lust as they are. We've had three
artists give up on that blouse. Don't you
know it's the hardest thing in the world to
find fashion artist who can bring out the
lines like that? Oh" excitedly, didn't |
tell vou-a round hole for every peg! | must
take these right down to show Miss Har-
court and our new Art Manager
She dashed off impulsively with the draw
ings, and dashed back ten minutes later.
"AIiss Harcourt says, she reported eager
", I'VE can use these five on tomorrow's
page, and pay you three dollars apiece. why,
they're loads better than those we've been
paving five for outside, Kitty! She wants
YOU to come down in half an hour to meet
the new Art Manager and if they'll transfer
you from up here she'll start you right away,
on Monday-down in our office-at fifteen
dollars a week"
"Gee" said Kitty in dazed tone. eff
teen dollarsn
FIFTEEN dollars! Did you ever pause to
reflect on their boundless possibilities: A
warmer room, new and better clothes-new
all together! Even a few of the vivid, fool
ish, adorable pleasures that youth must have
or wither! An occasional theater ticket, an
occasional luncheon at a swell restaurant
with no need of an old Aladdin sitting oppo
site!
"And there's no reason, Kitty gloried
Miss Ellsworth, now thoroughly fired, "why
you shouldn't be a great fashion artist.
Maybe you'll have your own studio some
day, just like Mrs. Page. Let me show you!
She drew back the protecting gauze shield
from heavy bristol-board sheet.
Here's drawing we've just ordered from
the Page Studio-for the Florida Opening.
Nobody's seen it yet; but l swiped it to
bring up to show you. Mrs. Page started
just like you, Kitty, only eight years ago
and how much do you suppose were paying
her for this.!'
Kitty's lips parted in little gasp. 1t was
a delicate wash-drawing a charming sepla
study of palms and magnolias and girl in
lingerie frock with piquant face framed by a
lace paraso1 Parasols are something fierce
they go in where they should go out. But
this parasol didn't. Kitty's fingers ached
to try parasol.
"A peach, isn't it," said Miss Ellsworth.
"And we're paying her-what do you sup
poseo-one hundred and twenty-five dollars.
We'll use it framed in the gown salon after
ward
"Gee!r said Kitty reverently. "A hun
dred and twenty-five dollars!' To be doing
work like that-work you lovel
She reached inside her shirtwaist, slowly
tore up bit of cardboard, and scattered the
fragments on the floor. Then she glanced at
Miss Ellsworth, an unaccustomed glow
round her heart.
you've been awful good to me- she
stammered.
"Why," said Miss Ellsworth, that's
nothing. You'd do the same for me, Kitty.
forgot to ask you, stiffening slightly, did
YOU have good time at Atlantic City? |
tried to wave to you; but you were talking
so hard to-that old gentleman.
4My grandfather, said Kitty family
"But he's starting around the world soon, :
she added, "and can't take me down there
no more.
At that instant the Recording Angel
jotted down something in his ledger. We do
not presume to read the mark. But so exit
Mr. Wilson B: Saunders until he too meets
the Last Ledger.