Evening star., 1914-07-31
ONE CAN EAT AND SLEEP ANr
DREAM DAY DREAMS.

Hill. And now she was ready down to
the last pin. and tomorrow was the day
on which she was going.
Jean was twenty-one. She had the
freshness Of country blown roses in her
sweet face, heart light as air and an
untroupled conscience. Added to all these
natural blessings she had three brand
new dresses-a gingham for morning
wear, a white cotton for afternoon and
a pink nlm of fabric called by courtesy
it, for evenings and dress-up occasions.
She had, too, pair OF real silk stock
ings and a pair Of shiny little shoes
more pretty things than she had ever
possessed at one time in her whole life.
because this was her first vacation. And
Aunt Juliana. who managed the pay en-
velope. had been perfectly willing to
make 1t a great occasion.
All these things were delightful IN
themselves, but there was one thing more
delightful than all-the fact that all un-
beknown to Jean, Mark Culver had a
vacation at the very same time she had
hers, and he. too. was going to Eden
Hill. Blanche Irving had whispered this
to Jean as they hung up their hats in
tie coatroom.
"Oh. you sly! I know now why you're
so crazy over that old Eden HILL Mark
Culver's going there. Probably he'll be
at the same hotel Honest. didn't ysu
know 1t, Jean?'
Honestly. didn't" Jean replied. She
did wish she did not always flush so
when Mark Culver's name was spoken.
At her counter, where she presently
was very busy. she thought again and
again of what Blanche had said. and the
rose-colored joy in her cup of youth
seemed to dance and bubble and over
flow. She had almost too much happi-
ness.
Mark Culver worked in the office up
stairs at the books. He was tall,
straight and dark. and had the fine.
healthy, loves soap and water and looks
at life with discriminating eyes. Jean
had worked in the store two years. and
he had been there when she came. She
had met him first at the store banquet
and he had been nice to her. He had
been even nicer to her when they had
met again at the second store banquet
that winter. Between these two events
they had run across each other occa-
sionally, but she had no reason for feel
ing that he was in any way attentive.
Simply. he seemed to single her out for
a kind of special friendliness. He had
the reputation of being too busy for girls.
He had said TO her he was trying to win
his way upward-''you know that means
hard worS and plenty of it,
Jean had thought all the two years
that she had worked in the store that
Mark Culver was the finest man in the
world He was Just the kind of man she
had dreamed about ever since she had
any dreams at all. But her caring about
him was sacred secret which she could
not share with anybody, even with Aunt
Juliana. who had mothered her since her
own mother died and she had been
Obliged to earn her own living. That she
helped earn Aunt Juianas. too was a
thing she regarded merely as right and
proper.
No wonder that she was the happiest
girl in the world all that long morning
of June sales. during the lunch hour and
all through the painting afternoon. Then
came release. Pinning on her hat she
ran to her car and scurried home with
out anything happening to delay her.
All the way her heart sang and sang
--e couldn't be going there Just because
] am. of course. It's chance-chance-
a breath of heated air met her az
she opened the door of the little fiat and
on 1t came the scent Of medicine-heavy
ominous and strange. Aunt Juliana lift
ed her head feebly from the couch where
she was lying. THAT you. dear?' she
murmured.
'Oh. Aunt Juliana. The doctor has
been here You are ILL.," cried Jean. She
ran to the couch and bent over to look
is it your heart?"
Not altogether. though that's troubre
some enough guess it's old age. And
then the heat
oh. the heat" Jean said. And sh,
remembered that the weather report hat
warned the city to prepare for a no
wave. I'll be out of IT, she thought
But here was Aunt Juliana, who woult
not be out Of II.
'.rhe doctor IL coming again. Aun
5sfiana said, and she esesed hor syss q