The evening times. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1906-1914, 1914-03-17
II

"Aw-what is It? Gelatine? I al
ing!"
Through the fourth door a.. voice
called: Go round back" 1t was Mrs.
Whistles colored maid.
one shamed, frightened red. She had
vaguely begun to understand that
these women who had toadied to her
Tor years were now taking full ad-
vantage of their opportunity to hui
initiate her. She who had been above
thelr heads was now at their feet, and
they took a mean satisfaction i'll plant
ing their muddy shoes on her. Her
heart was beating terribly fast. 1t
made her remember poignaptly how
Victor had died. She felt weak, sick,
miserably close to tears. Rather than
make another attempt she would
starve. She would go home and hide
away. She wanted to die.
Calista dragged YEARLY back
through the town to her own avenue.
There We're tears under her veil-for
she a covered her poor, anguished
face-but nobody saw them. 1t came
to her as she entered the stately pre-
clnct of her W neighborhood that ii
she a been unable to sell elsewhere
she would be less likely to sell here.
for these women, her neighhors, could
hui't her most of all ii they wished.
They. h had been her equals were
now her superiors. She had descended;
they had risen.
There a n woman Calista had
never thought of without dread. AL
ways she had been collly, politely in
imical. When Others fawned she had
stood haushtily apart. She was a
Very proud. exclusive woman. with
many weapons a her command. once
Or twice she had used them openly
upon Calista. Yet she was a fair
minded enemy. She never skulked in
her social warfare, but came out
openly and boldly.
Hers was the oldest house on the
avenue, as hers also was the Oldest
name in the town. Now as Calista
hurried by that house she thought of
its proud owner and how she might
ne looking out of a window at the
telltale peddler's bag and smiling
ler at the thought. She saw m
body coming M stepped far to one
side to let her pass.
All at once she seemed to he
Smothering and She raised her heavy
veil. Not two feet away stood Mrs.
West, looking at her with her cold
gray eyes.
Why, Mrs: Temple" she said,
how i'll you look!"
Il am tired" calis1a mumbled.
She felt that she was tired and some
thing more-she was faint. Her
knees began to crumpie under her.
but she did not go down, for arms
We're placed about her and a vinai-
srette was held under her nose.
Sniff" said Mrs. West. Again!
There, Q are not going to faint"
NO, OF course not" gasped Calista.
But YOU mus not take one more
step than you are obliged to. Come
into my house."
She drew Calista in and made her
lie down. Then she tok off the
yelled bonnet and loosened her dress.
Her touch was as kind AS a sisters.
Calista, %reviving, looked up at her
wonder1ngiy You are so good to
me-" she whispered. It's the first
kindness-and 1 didn't expect it from
YOU" And then sobbingly she poured
forth the story If her venture and
its failure and why it had failed. Be
fore h had finished Mrs. Vests
gray eyes were cracking with anger.
Its II of the things easiest to
learn and the hardest to understand
about my SEX" she said, that they
always play the buzzard where there
Is misfortune" She ,chafed Calista's
eyes. -s.s- I.r-
But you, know that was no work
or a woman like you. l can help you
to something better with more money
IN it-saE, a social secretaryship. I