Lower coast gazette., 1913-11-22
win! The prize can't go to that other
girl! It would be too hard!"

girl! It would be too hard!"
AS Maize was taken from the hall,
she signed and laughed. II was won
dering who did that Satin Gown and
if she cares as much as / do. 10,
please pick up that flower"
10 took a daffodil from the side
walk. Its stem was broken, and its
yellow head hung down. "What do
you want it for? A mascot?"
"Oh, no. I just felt that it would
like to be Of some use, if it is brok-
en-"
Her sister Lucille raj two blocks
from home to meet her. It was hard
to have to say that the committee had
not yet made a decision.
ooh, well, you'll get i'll" cried Lu-
cile.
"Don'tw said Maize. "Now, DON'T"
After a moment, she added, IF l
should win, they'll send a messenger
to the house."
Supper was ready, but Maize could
not eat. For some time afterward the
smell of fried potatoes brought back
to her memory the Essington prize.
She kept picking up very tiny bits on
her fork, and swallowing without tast.
ing them. She thought all the while of
a messenger boy; of a crisp, cream
colored envelope, on which was EN-.
bossed the royal purple lion of the
Artists Club.
Did the rent man Gomez" asked Lu-
clle. IF Maize just gets that hundred
and fifty
Maize broke in: Eyes, and if mother
should find some greenbacks in a cab.
bage"- She stopped, for she heard
the sound of a bicycle outside. Only
her quick. eager ears had distinguished
it, and she did not tell the others.
20 Maize, what a pretty flower!"
exclaimed Lucille.
Maize Strengthened the bent daffo
dill in its glass. tits of no use; it's
broken" she said. And then the mes
senger knocked.
LUCILLE flew to the door. Maize laid
her hand ON the table, with its red
cloth, and the daffodil in the center
She and her mother were very quiet
rs this where Mary Ledbettel
lives?"
Maize gasped, and stretched out hel
hand to take the envelope she thought
he must have.
"A telephone message came for her
he said. "She's to come over to thu
station and call York 6754."
Its the boys of our. art4school,
-an's Iucy salu IneyY
let me know, when they heard eithel
way. You take me over, Lucille"
It seemed a long way to the publ,
telephone, which was in a little foot
shop. There were people waiting t
talk, and Lucille took her place at tn,
end of the line.
Each person seemed to take a Ion,
time. Now and then Lucille woul,
turn, smile, and make a wry face
There was an odor Of fried cakes ii
the shop: customers came and went
At last Lucille moved up to the re
ceiver. Maize held fast to the arm,
Of her chair.
But after a moment Lucille cam,
away, laughing. Il forgot my nickel
how stupid" she said; and Maize fun
bled in her little WORKOUT ~pocketboo]
for the money.
When Lucille again reached the re
ceiver, all the other people had left
and so Mazie's chair could be at he
side.
The little shop was quiet. but owe
the wire came a sound Of cheering
Please tell them not to shout so a
your end" Lucille said, and things grey
quiet at the School Of Illustration
blocks away.
Lucille went on, In her high, clea
voice: 4 didn't get what you told me
MI. Amman liked the drapery in 'Th
Satin Gown'-1 understood that. An
Z go II tool Tho nrizo2 oh I aaal