The evening times. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1906-1914, 1914-03-12

orchids aud of herself and realized
the great difference between them.
Perhaps tho girl was his tiancre. And
that stern faced elderly oms w3s
certainly the girls mother. They We're
wealthy. of curse. How odd it alt
seemed. Ell then fate is kinder To 4
man than it Isl to n. woman. A man
like Roger Lennon could be anything
he wished. E;ut for bcr--therc could
be II" swift ascension of the heights.
Vet they had heou born in tho sa1lac
country village: they had gone to
school n grown UP together. Then
Roger had conc to the city to rrac.
ticc law After her fathers sudden
death Monica, had also gone to the
city tn Darn her oNn living. but never
in all the i've car had she eccn
Roger until tonight.
The car stopped at a familiar corner
and Monica got off. So great was; the
storm she was quite breathless when
she unlocked the door and entered
the frosty. cheerless hall, whittier tho
wind made one last mad attempt to
follow her. Up two lights Of stairs
she climbed to her room and went In
and shut tho door.
1t was the kind of room that may
be had for q few dollars n week i'm q
respectable locality in . large city. Yet
Monica had made it express her own
individuality and something moro.
she had made ii look like home.
She took off her hat and coat aud
gloves and put them away carefully.
she had A string Of books on the back
of the headloard Of her bed. and that
was her closet. Then she sat down
on her lllXurious couci,-a trunk con-
cealed under a, padded cover Of rose
strcwn cllintz. She was tired and
needed to- rest p moment before get
ting her supper.
Her glances surveyed the room slow
~. which she never entered without
2. feeling of thankfulness She called
it Castle Makebelieve. In one corner
behind a screen was her kitchen out
.it~-a, tiny gas stove and a. packing
box cupboard. In another corner near
q window was her dining room. Here
she had q small table with "A paper
table cloth and serviette and n tiny
fern growing III "A glass dish. The
fern. dish and all. had cost a dime.
In the opposite corner, between tho
and the window that locked out on q
blank wall, four feet away, was her
library.
Here she had her ccsiest chair and
her b bamboo bookcase and the reading
lamp she had brought from home.
In the fourth corner was her bed
room, screened "f like the kitchen.
In the enter of the room was her
parlor, her playground and her music
room, for hcr violin case lay upon
the nIarblc-topped table. Beside the
violin case stood 4. little framed pic
turc of Roger Lennon.
Thus she had placed together her
two dearest. t~reasnrea--the violin by
which she had once hoped to win fame
and fortune, and the picture of the
man for Whose sake she had longed
to win fame and fortune.
Fame and fortune are somewhat
farther than arms length away. and
when her father died leaving debts
and only Just enough property TO
meet them Monica had bravely put all
thoughts of a musical future away
aud gone into the business world to
sons out IF her path and with her
dream Of Rogers love passed also her
dreams of a cal home In the very
trunk she was sitting upon were some
of the things she had made and saved
toward the furnishing OF that home.
It came to her that her home for her
henceforth would never be any more
than this same Castle Makebelieve or
some other Castle Makebelieve not
100 Tar lrOI1 ner WOIh. rOF a. H1OTIlCnL
tiers came. Then blinking bravely
she got up and went to the glass and
Hooked into it. Tn her imagination the
girl Of the orchids was reflected beside
her and Roger was ~appraising them
both.
Even il had rye had any
chance" she said aloud, cit would
amount to nothing now that he has
seen her"
After that Monica proceeded 10
cook her own supper. She got her
can Of milk and her chops from her
refrigerator-the window ledge-and
opened n can Of pease and made a
small pot Of strong coffee and cooked
the chops and peas. Then she laid
her little table and sat down to dine.
Having eaten. Monica. cleared her
table. washed her dishes n hung
up her apron. Then she took up her
violin. Softly very softly. she began
to play Elgar's "Sa]ut d'Amour.' Sine
had raised the window a very little