Grand Forks daily herald and the evening times., 1914-08-21
~ The Evening Story i.
VIA THE E ET'HoNE.

was a direct, b~usinesslike appeal. The
woman wanted work. Moreover, on
former occasions she had proved her
merit. She should have the dress to
make over.
She turned again to the telephone.
And again she heard that voice of
music.
"A new grill" she thought. How I
wish Beatrice could speak like that"
Midway OF the afternoon Mrs. Bend
again sat in her favorite chair beside
the table. There was a pleasant litter
Of sewing in the room, for the sewing
woman was at work there in Mrs.
Bends company. She was a small
woman, gray haired, tired faced. yet
with a sweet gentleness about her
that was at once duieting and endear-
ing. Mrs. Bend liked to watch her as
she worked. 1t occurred to her that
the work in hand would not last long
enough. She must furnish more. Why
not get h gray poplin she had been
thinking about? That would lengthen
Mrs. Whites stay. And h wished it
to be heightened because she liked the
sewing woman's company.
She told Mrs. White about the pop
lin and felt an unexpected thrill at
the sight of the JOY her news gave.
It'll be glad Of the work." said the
sewing mi I've found it dull
lately, so many women buy at the
shops. OF course my daughter helps
Your daughter!" exclaimed Mrs.
Bend. Il didn't know you had chill
dren."
Il have Jean. She works in the
telephone office"
"She is the girl with the voice."
thought Mrs. Bend. And her name
is jean
She was interested. There had been
for her a familiar tone in the girls
voice. She knew now that it was
merely a similarity to Mrs. Whites
voice which she had recognized.
Presently she went to sleep and
one has a right to sleep in ones chair
If one chooses. Mrs. White was
gathering up her sewing things.
Watt said Mrs. Bend Imperative
ly. You must have tea with me to-
night"
The sewing woman shook her head.
THANK YOU. But Jean goes off
duty at 8 and she'll be expecting me
at home"
Il invite her, TOO. Call her up and
tell her So" commanded Mrs. Bend,
And go it came about that at $50
she sat at supper with her sewing
daughter as guests. The girl was
pretty in a quiet, young. happy way.
and the image Of her mother. She had
g strong chin, a self-reliant nose, a
sensible mouth. And her voice thrill
ed like q harp string. She was alto
| gether charming.
You ought to be able to sing" said
Not a note" laughed Jean. That's
beautifully. She used to sing in the
drawing rooms Of rich people. That's
where she met father"
"Ah!" Mrs. Bend said sharply. Col
or rose to her finely wrinkled cheeks.
II should like to know how you came
to be named Jean"
MY own father anne me-" the
girl replied. She sighed. That's the
most I have to remember him by
my Name. He died when ] was two
years old
A long time after-it seemed a long
time-Mrs. Bend sat alone. Her guests
were gone. The houee was still. Her
chair was. deep and the fire warm.
Her head wac full Of thoughts, her
heart. of awakened memories. So
Beatrice Morgan fouHd -her.
Beatrice came down the room to the
fire slowly. She wasstall and slim and
fair, and her sables ana velvet be-
came her. Her cheek was fragrant
and cold as It touched the old woman's
politely, dutifully.
l. i've something. to tell you.' she
said.
| Well" returned Mrs. Bond.
Beatrice sat down. She looked Into
the fire and played with a jewel at her
throat. She seemed to find it hard to
speak.
"You won't find it pleasant, per-
haps." she said. But I heard tonight
that Harry's widow and daughter are
here in this town-have been here for