Evening star., 1914-08-21

when he was her only remaining idol.
Her friends. even her nearest and dear
est had gone one by one. But she had
Fan hoped Ana and vs ssen glad for there there
gay. so spirited. He was sunshine and
flowers and music to her. She hoped for
him. planned for him. rearranged her
life for him. He should be a great law
was the woman of all women for Harry.
Then suddenly he wrote to her that
he was married. He had met the gir
In the city. where he had gone to visit
4 friend-met her thrice and married her
She was dancer. the story went, but
how or where she danced Mrs. Bend
never heard. 1t was enough that Harry
had married her, disgraced himself. and
10 tell Beatrice. Her lawyer wrote to
Harry. curtly. decisively, briefly She
altered her will. cutting out Harry's
name and putting Beatrice's in. And
though with more sluggish current.
Three years later word came that Harry
was dead. She had never sought to learn
what became Of his wife. She had put
put him out Of her heart. But there was
Beatrice. and there was Harry's little
picture which he had given to her when
ne was twenty. At least. she could not
Beatrice did not companion her we'll
They were together much, yet eternally
apart. Beatrice had grown cold and
smotioniess and heartless. Yet she went
IN gay company. She played bridge
ianced. sold flowers at charity bazars'
notored. dined, travelled. She was never
still. Her activities wearied Mrs Bend
II pained her to see the woman whom
she had chosen as the proper filler Of
ner place and wearer of her name fool
ng her life away on inanities She won
Tered IL she had not. after all. been
mistaken In Beatrice; Yet she clung to
Beatrice, who was all she had
With sigh she returned to her cor
-espondence. Letter after letter she
glanced at and tossed aside She had
oeen receiving the same notes from the
here were no surprises in them But
suddenly her eve caught a gleam of
.olor-a gay post card. Here was some
hing new. The people who wrote tc
aer ordinartly did not use cheap post
ards She snatched the card up and
scanned It eagerly 1t bore this message
IN a delicate hand:
Dear Mrs. Bend: Work Is slack now.
and any time you want me to make
,ver that dress you spoke about I can
10 II. Yours truly. MRS. WHITE"
Mrs Bend looked pleased Here was
4 direct. businesslike appeal. The woman
casions she had proved her merit. She
should have the dress to make over.
She turned again to the telephone And
aeain she heard that voice Of music.
ne" SHi. sue tnouSnt. HOW l
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 wom-
an was at work there in Mrs. Bend g
company. She was small woman, gray
haired. tired-faced, yet with a sweet gen.
leness about her that was at once quiet
ng and endearing. Mrs. Bend liked to
watch her as she worked 1t occurred
a her that the work in hand would not
ast long enough. She must furnish more.
Why not get the gray poplin she had
,een thinking about? That would lengthen
Mrs. Whites stay. And she wished II
sewing woman's company.
She told Mrs. White about the poplin
and felt an unexpected thrill at the
light Of the Joy her news gave.
'I'll be glad of the work. said the sew
ng woman. I've found it dull lately.