The evening times. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1906-1914, 1913-09-08
The Evening Story
DANpE11oN GREENS.

was now alone in the world. She had
outlived all her contemporaries save
Araminta. And yet because they had
once vowed never to speak again they
did not speak.
And we never will" Pamela
thought. Sometimes 1 feel just like
giving in. but I dassen't. not knowing
how she'd take 1t. I'm pretty old for
grudges now-pretty old. And pretty
lonesome"
Signing again. she turned and en-
tered her house.
1t was a tiny house which had
grown decrepit from neglect. Pamela
had come to it as a bride and had new
rows. hopes. had been experienced
within these four humble walls. Her
child had been born there: had been
married there: her husbands body
had been borne to its grave over the
low threshold. She had seen youth
pass and old 8 flower as the lilac.
outside the window. And now she
was waiting the last event OF all.
The room h entered was poor and
bare. One by one things had given
out and had been tucked out Of sight.
They had not been replaced. There
was no money. The house itself wat
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gagged and the mortgage had been
foreclosed. But because the IA who
owned the mortgage was rich enough
to indulge in a careless kindness now
and then he had let the old woman
stay on. thinking. perhaps, 1t would
not be for long. Pamela. however.
was a woman Of the old race, built for
wear. She felt herself that she might
live on for a long time unless the old
stove asphyxiated her or she starved.
Yes. there was an actual possibility
little money, and she realized that Il
might have to do her Tor years. per-
haps. And then there was her bury.
ing to look out for. She would not
accept charity . A good many things
had died ou in Pamela-things like
her old resentment against Araminta
Peck. but her pride was still big and
strong
She sat down in her rocking chair
by the window and rocked softly, cud-
ding her dandelion greens she was
was thinking about Araminta and the
dandelion greens she was gathering
for her dinner. Pamela wondered
DULY about her own dinner. There
was tea and a little bread; no butter.
no milk.
But pshaw, what's the difference?
I don't care for eating anyway"
An automobile buried and honked
up the street and came to a stop be-
fore her door. A man leaped out, ran
up to Pamela's door and knocked
boldly Pamela hurried and opened
the door.
Good morning, Mrs. Carr" said
the man. I'm Sorry to trouble YOU
so early in the morning. My name IL
Whitney and I have bought this place
Of Mr.. Van Arsdale. I want to take
possession at once. and I've come to
see how long It will be before YOU
can vacate the premises"
He was young m his face was hard
and pink, his eyes incorporating,
even though Pamela stared at him as
II he had struck her.
You want me to go away" she
asked duly.
Yes. ma'am-soon as you can. I've
got a tenant ready to come in the irst
Of the month. And I'll need some
time before that to make a few re-.
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Pamela stood holding to her posies.
her old face whitetand drawn. Three
times she tried before n words
would come.
why. I'll Co." she faltered. "1ll
go, OF course" She looked about the
room at the few remaining treasures
looked as she might have looked at
her coffined dead.
"All right. then. That's all I want
to know. Will three or four days be
long enough for you?"
Pamela bowed her head. He lifted
his hat and turning ran back to. his
smart roadster. Pamela shut the door
and fell back into q chair. The dan.
de]ions slipped from her hands. She
had tainted.
She came to herself slowly with a
terrible realization Of threatening cal
amity. She sat up and rubbed her
head. A voice seemed to cry to her !
from every corner Of the room: you
must go! You must go!" And Pamela
cried back despairingly: 1--WE got to
co."
So far was she out of her senses