Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1914-08-02

aisle Miss Conner was beginning to smile
at her with less of amazement and more
of respect. And her father had twice
complimented her on her grit.
IF this keeps on till Saturday III nave
to see that you get a pay envelope, ne
said.
The tussle with Mrs. French had not
spoiled Fanny's sleep the night before
1t had been all the less violent because
Fanny had had her father to help her.
Il don's blame the girl. he said. II
must get mighty monotonous to live the
way she always has. And then" ne
hes.tated a little-"it's pretty expensive
for me- And l cant stand expense as
well as / could once. There's too much
competition
It was the first time he had ever men
toned his affairs In Fanny's hearing.
She felt surprised at what that one nttie
occurred to her that her father felt her
extravagances. The store had always
been there. and she had always run to II
for anything she wanted. she nao
thought of it as kind of never faihns
fairy godmother For the first time she
was beginning to perceive the effort OF
mind and muscle behind all that magical
display dear to a woman's heart. her
eyes We're opening
Saturday night she filed in with the
rest before Charlie Mortons window ana
received her pay envelope.
Going to try and get another next
Saturday." he asked.
II am she replied
His deep eyes flashed admiration into
hers. Good for you he said.
Fanny got away by herself To look into
her pay envelope 1t contained 81, the
value of her three days work AFTER
ward, as she was walking home with ne ne
father, she showed him the money. II
means more to me than any money
ever had" she said.
What are you going to do with II.
Babe?' 1t had been years since he had
called her by her childhood's name. She
cuddled close to him.
II m going to start savings bank &C
count, she confided.
Fanny's mother, the town and the store
people before another week passed got
neckwear counter. She had in a way got
used to it herself. The novelty was
gone. but there was coming something
elsa growing habit of hard work ana a
love of it, too, that amazed her. she was
on the best terms with all the store peo-
pie especially with Charlie Morton.
whom she liked better and better. he
was different from any man she had
ever known. One day her father sent
him to take her out to luncheon, and
over the coffee and sandwiches he told
her the story of his lfe-how her father
had given him his first job and stuck
to him ever since. And I've STUCK TO
him. and always shall. as long as he
neeOS The, ne duleu Quietly
That very afternoon Gilbert Van Ness
came sauntering down the aisle and
paused at Fanny's counter. She had not
seen him in week. She was selling
some red ribbon and when she had finish
ed she gave him her attention. He had
come to ask her to go to the theater with
him that evening.
Somehow the sight of him did not af-
feet Fanny as it always had before.
She felt quite calm. He did not seem Of
SO much account, after all. He had
lost in height, charm, manliness. Char
lie Morton, now
But l cannot indulge in the theater
now she said sweetly. ut interferes
with my proper rest And proper rest is
necessary. You see, l am working
girl
NONSENSE said Mr.. Van Ness. He
leaned nearer Foolish whim, eh, Fan
n.y. Give it up. For my sake
MOI said Fanny firmly She turned
to a customer Good afternoon, Mrs
Graham. What can | show you?''
Mr.. Van Ness went away. He did not
come again, but Fanny never missed
him. In time she forgot him utterly.
1t was wonderful. she thought, what a
little real work had done for her. 1t had
changed her whole idea of life and her
ideals too. She had learned to know her
father: she had learned TO love a real
man. And the real man loved her. She
liked to think of that as she sold her
ribbons. Some day Charlie would be her
fathers partner; but long before that
time she would be his wife. And she
smiled as she looked down at her left
other rings, that Charles little diamond
might glow bigger and brighter. She
was very happy.
lTHE END