Evening star., 1914-09-26

the meat market forever. She had a
little furnished ROOM, and when she
was not working or walking she stayed
there. She cooked her own meals over
a tiny oil stove and read books which
she got from the public library. No
one paid any attention to her. In West
more the class of women who work
and the class of women who do not
work do not mingle. The workers are
subdivided; there Is the part that lives
carelessly with obvious employment;
there is the part that drones, and stays
respectable. Susan belonged to the lat
ter part.
After a year or two a man whose
servants bought meat at Potters came
in to pay a bill. He was an old law
yer who had made a great deal OF
money and acquired considerable fame
at his profession. He stood eyeing
Susan as she calmly received his money
and receipted his bill Suddenly he
said:
You better come over to my Office.
I'll give you SO a week."
Susan looked up at him. She gasped
out: I'll come"
"All right. Report for work Monday
morning." said the lawyer.
Il will. Thank you," Susan said.
The lawyer turned and called into
the market: Potter. I've Just hired
your stenographer away from you.
What are you going to do about it?'
The next Monday morning Susan.
| very plain and neat, appeared at
Kingslake's office. 1t was a great,
airy, we'll lighted. commodious place.
| Her desk was at window. She had
brand-new typewriter of the finest
make. And the stale odors of the mar
ket were exchanged for the agreeable
pungency of the best cigar smoke.
Old Mr.. Kingslake was kind to her.
was necessary. that was all He hand
ed her $40 in an envelope every Mon
day morning. He never asked her to
work overtime. Sometimes his wife
sent bunch of flowers for Susan's
desk. Mr.. Kingslake did not like flow
| ers.
One Monday morning when he handed
her the pay envelope he said: You'll
| find S12 there. Susan. I've raised your
wages 50 a week."
Thank you. Mr. Kingslake," Susan
replied merely. She was never effusive
Her plain face flushed joyfully, but
| otherwise she gave no sign. She had
| sense enough to know that she was
to know that old Mr.. Kingslake hated
anything more than a plain thank you
| for any kindness he ever did.
| Susan bought new black dress for
the office. She began to have better
food and to carry a bank book. She
began to be happy.
| Then on June morning when she
was at work in the office the door
/ opened and young man came In
briskly. gayly. He rushed toward Mr.
Kingslake. Behind her back they had
a joyous reunion. Susan went quietly
on typewriting. She knew that this
young man was Mr.. kingslakes only
son, Ralph. and that he had finished
college and come home. She had often
typed letters to him which Mr.. Kings
lake had dictated. She had even seen
him. But even though he was rather
! fine looking he meant nothing to
Susan. No man she had ever seen
meant anything to her. She thought
that there was nothing romantic in
her. She considered herself a born
spinster.
| Ralph Kingslake. after a few days.
! began to speak to her. corrteously but
distantly. Susan always replied in kind.
| Sometimes from her window she saw
him in his car with three or four jolly
| girls. She wondered which one of
those girls he would marry, and how
! it would seem to be beautiful and rich
and worthy Of bearing the name OF
Kingslake. II she sighed nobody save
the girl on the calendar over her desk
| ever heard her.
| Back in her little room she studied
harder than ever. She read every
v hing in the library from "Grimm's