Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-06-01

Those hearts would do for mullins wouldn't they?'
"Aw," said Kitty contemptuously Il don't mean
cookies You ain cut out that pattern yet have you:
mo" admitted Miss Ellsworth; "but will, Kitty,
and send it right up to you just as can finish
my proofs with start OF compunct1on i suppose
must be getting back now.
Kitty stopped at Linens and Art Needework on her
way back the ledger and purchased two and halt
yards of white linen and sken OF blue mercerized cot
ton She could hardly sit through the remaining hour
and quarter of ledger before getting home to start
cutting out and embroiderng that frl. For the next
two nights she kept the kevhoe and the crack below
the door choked with blanket, that no snoopy land
lady should notice how late she was burning the gas.
1t is creepy too, stitching until two A. NJ with only
and few reaches tor company But Kitty per.
sisted. This was work-not like edg1ng bandeauX!
THREE days later she appeared with swelling heart
beneath the waist, a very tar replca OF MISS
Ellsworths. You could not view It's shoulder line
without enthraling visions of Paris Blouses and great
tissue-paper cases marked Rue de la Palx
The same thought must have struck the Welfare 1i
Lady, for as Kitty banging shut her ledger with
gasp of relief that evening she paused beside her ana
laid her hand gently on her shoulder.
AMY dear" she suggested "you know we want all our
girls to look nice just nice and fresh possble but
that waist you have IS a httle-ah-too expensive
looking Suppose you wear one tomorrow without en-
broidery?'
Kitty said nothing; but hurried her thin cheviot
Jacket with the hole just working through elbow,
her little heart for the first time seethng with revolt
What was the good of being nineteen with cheeks OF
soft dmpled fairness and blond hair that Just would
curl on the dampest day. this this was Life! What
the good of planning and contrvlng anyway? ,
al will have embroidery she gulped deflanty she
can't keep me-Cat' The iron OF rebellion had entered
her soul.
youths accosted her the Filberst corner and one
of them suggested the movies as an agreeable mode OF
spending the evening He had two other girls along ne
added with a satisfied "but slong as you gals
don't take to tearn' each others hair
Kitty accepted with enthusiasm whatever She
didn't care for his putting cigarettes his west
rIi MN
murmured beneath her breath. Some OF the moves
showed nice pictures. In "The Mother Reunion the
grief stricken mother waist she knew she would
start skechng the minute she got home to add to her
collection of she would like to Otherwise
she found the entertainment as cheap as her host
sick of dstaste passed through her as they entered
smoky rathskeller after the show.
"Sasparilla insisted Kitty too shy to admit that she
had had dinner fact of them seemed to recall
The Others ordered beer and cheese In the oul air OF
the rathskeler Kitty slipped her sarsapara and hung
her head like dropping Her feet were tired and
drenched her eyes ached from the glare OF the PICTURES
and long day her ledger She dreaded the weary
walk through the slush to her Arch-s door. And this
was what the Fuel girls talked of Lvin!-what she
too had longed to have come to her
"Have YOU got steady? her host inquired attempt
ing to press her hand on the Arch-st doorstep
Kitty noted the faint of onions in his breath and
shrank back quickly "Ive got one thanks, she re-
turned icily.
"When go out upstairs she confded to the mirror
for consolation a don't go with no cheap skates
Then she hunted pencil and started mechanically
sketchng the waist in 1.-THE Mothers Reunion with a
sudden of the worlds awful bigness and her own
httleness swooplng over her.
"If just had some un treat right she repeated
wistfully turning her gaze from the hudde OF unwashed
pans in the window.
Surely, surely in all this City of Homes there must
be someone otherwise, if Life only th1s-an I'M
broken desert of saucepans and strictly utility
waists without embroidery, and ledgers-
"And don't feel | ever, ever can learn ledgers.
with hopeless choke. "They give me the pip. The
frill beneath her pencil suddenly blurred
Kitty too had her own conception OF Llvn. 1t was
printed in French elaborate MENU and included
champagne in a bucket. 1t had no definite masculine
features yet; but it would be good to her Oh, it