Evening journal., 1914-04-24
THE PROMISED LAND.
A True Want Ad stOrlette.


Here is a letter from Bertha at
last" said Marie.
TITS about time We heard from
herl" echoed Dorothy from the win
dow seat.
"And what IS she doing down there
in that forsaken little country town p
questioned Isabelle. "She always was
such a queer grill" she added with
an unpleasant infection on the adiec-
tive queer"
why, she doesn't say word about
her work. She says;
Dear Girls--I want you TO come
down for a weekend party all Of you.
AS you have Saturdays for an entire
holiday you can come Friday night.
Can take care OF you all easily and
you'll love my funny little place.
That Want Ad you all laughed
about--well, that's the whole story
Don't fail me.
Lovingly,
BERTHA"
why, I don't remember any Want
Ad," said Marie do you remember
anything about Want ADJ"
There was pause Dorothy jumped
up from the window seat and took
up a newspaper. "Yes, / remember
that night when Bertha came home
with blue envelope and trail of
hard luck as long as the Panama
canal. know she sat up until long
after midnight shipping and cutting
the newspapers"
Then they all recalled that Bertha
had left them on an early train and
her only reply to their sleepy in
quiries was TEL my friends / found
II in the Want Ads"
Friday night found the girls from
Paradise fiat, as they had named their
sixth-story quarters in a cheerless
brick apartment house on a train
bound to Bertha's mysterious abode.
Il just can't imagine what it isl"
they had said over and over again.
The journey seemed short and at the
station they were met by very sub
stantiai and trim looking Bertha who
hugged each girl with esctacy as she
crowded them into the surrey drawn
by a big bay mare.
They drove through a wooded lane
heavy with the damp sweetness of
twilight dew and over the graveled
driveway which led to a lovely old
fashioned glabled white house with a
wide Colonial porch hung with
wistaria, through which could be seen
the Dutch door with its quaint
knocker.
On the broad veranda was the late
supper, light. flaky rolls. cold chicken,
salad. strawberries and iced tea,
How do you like me as girl
farmer?" said Bertha as she finished
showing a fine poultry yard to her
visitors.
''Why. it's wonderful ! can't think
it's true. want some one 10 pinch
me because It must be a dream" ex-
claimed Dorothy
, tits wonderful echoed isabelle.
but what has a Want Ad' got to do
with it?"
Everything in the world replied
Bertha. 1T vas a Want Ad that gave
me the opportunity to farm this place
on shares. / knew nothing could be
worse than that cooped-up artificial
| life OF the city. I resolved TO let
everybody in the old business rut for
/ get me while ! proved to my salts
faction that women are not dependent
on Office work for a bare living.
1 ulu nOt tNDtNl 10 nldhC lhOhtes AL
asked was to get something out OF
life besides mere existence and here
Il Is. Isn't Il worth while?
"I know il seems queer for a cir
10 get right out and dig in the dirt
but it's better than the Quick luncl
counter. a trolley strap and a blacl
4 uniform. Besides I'm making money
just a little. but I live IN the bes
way, have the best things to eat witt
the most delightful surroundingsl'
It was late Sunday night whel
Paradise fiat welcomed its occupants.
Let's change the name!" exclaime
Isabelle with a shrug of disconteui
isn't Il awful here, anyway? Berth
isn't clever. She's smart. Anyon
who can discover the Promised Ian
through a Want Ad Is nothing shoI
OF a geniusi"