The News-Herald. [volume] (Hillsboro, Highland Co., Ohio) 1886-1973, 1914-05-07


Pile 10 Yoursl"
chair. A fine line appeared between
her dark eyebrows-indicative of pain.
For many minutes Sara Wrandall
watched the haggardness deepen in
the face of the unconscious sleeper.
Then, even as she wondered at the
| act, she went over and took up one of
the slim hands in her own. The hand
of an aristocrat! 1t lay limp in hers,
and helpless. Long, tapering fingers
and delicately pink with the return of
warmth.
Rousing herself from the mute con-
temptation of her charge, she shook.
the girls shoulder Instantly she was
awake and staring, alarm in her dazed,
bewildered eyes.
You must go to bed said Mrs.
Wrandall quietly. Don't be afraid.
No one will think of coming here"
The girl rose. AS she stood before
her benefactress, she heard her muir
muir as If from afaroff: "Just about
your size and figure" and wondered
| not a little
You may sleep late. / have many
things to do and you will not be dis
turbed. Come, take off your clothes
and get into my bed. Tomorrow we
will plan further"
But, madam" cried the girl, 'T
cannot take your bed. Where are you
TO"
IF feel like lying down, / shall
lie there beside you"
The girl stared. Lie beside me?"
Yes. Oh, am not afraid of you,
child. You are not a monster. You
are just poor, tired"
! oh, please don't! Please!" cried
the other, tears rushing to her eyes.
She raised Mrs. WrandalFs hand to
her lips and covered it with kisses.
Long after she went to sleep, Sara
Wrandall stood beside the bed. look
ing down at the pain-stricken face,
and tried to solve the problem that
suddenly had become a part of her
very existence.
1T is not friendship" she argued,
fiercely. 1T is not charity, it is not
humanity. It's the debt owe, that's
all. She did the thing for me that l
could not have done myself because
loved him. l owe her something for
that"
Later on she turned her attention
to the trunks. Her decision was made
with ruthless hands she dragged gown
after gown from the innovations" and
cast them over chairs, on the floor,
across the foot of the bed; smart
Things from Paris and Vienna; ball
gowns, tea gowns, lingerie, blouses,
hats, gloves and all of the countless
thlngs that a woman of fashion and
means INDUCES herself in when she
goes abroad for that purpose and no
other to speak of. From the closets she
drew forth New York "tailor-suits" and
other garments.
Until long after six O'Clock she
busted herself over this huge pile of
costly raiment, portions of which she
mad worn but once or twice, some not
at all, selecting certain dresses, hats,
stockings, etc., each of which she laid
carelessly aside; an imposing pile of
many hues, all bright and gay and gilt
tering. In another heap she laid the
somber things of black; a meager as
sortment as compared to the other.
Then she stood back and surveyed
the two heaps with tired eyes, a curl
Gus, almost scornful smile on her
lips. "There!" she said with a sigh.
THE black pile is mine, the gay pile
is yours" she went on, turning toward
the sleeping girl. What travesty!"
Then she gathered up the soiled gar.
ments her charge had worn and cast
them into the bottom of a trunk, which
she locked. Laying out carefully Sc
lected assortment of her own garments
for the girls use when she arose, Mrs.
Wrandall sat down beside the bed and
waited, knowing that sleep would not
come to her.