Grand Forks daily herald and the evening times., 1914-07-22

~shouldered, specialized, rather shabby
man as there was between the prest-
dent of the United States and a beg
gar maid. Stella went to school only
familiar with poetry and mythology,
hat she remembered some sort of tale
having to do with a beggar maid and
a royal parsonage.
So h watched him pause at the
news stand for a magazine or paper
and then h flung q w~ienerwurst and
rye at the mex applicant, and said
colby: mo, I didn't hear o say
sinkers. And don't give me any back
talk, cause I don't have to take it.
Little Miss Perry sauntered ver
sometimes for a doughnut when the
interval between lunch and supper
was too tagging, and once she told
Stella about him.
He was a widower and his mother
took care of his two children; and be-
cause his mother was very old and
frail and his children young and bois-
ferrous, he had hard work making his
emily servant. That was why he
paused for a sandwich. He hadn't
time to &c home for supper
You mean--' Stella was puzzled
the doughnut. This tastes iardy."
she shifted. eyes, I mean just that.
He works days and has another set of
books that he keeps nights. My
mother used to know his wife's moth
er. She was a fippant little thing.
But she's dead now"
said Stella, worriedly. "He looks"
We'll, it's his own business"
yawned Miss Perry, patting w fluffy
Wisps of hair smoothly over two pref
ty ears. His mother can't manage,
somehow. She's old and the help she
gets runs her into debt"
Stella was not sentimental. She
But he looked tired and hungry. Well,
she argued that the railroad was rich
and it was nobody's business If she
chose nee in a while to make a sand
witch a third larger than a sandwich
ought to be. Still it worried her. In
spite Of her obvious lack Of refine
ment Stella was honest. And, more
over; the han and corned beef served
at the counter was not always as
pure as 1t might be. Stella really
never used all her SO a week on her
self. She got her meals in addition.
And she liked to cook. Stella began
patronizing a certain tasty delica-
lessen store near her rooming house.
Veal loaf and pressed chicken were
SPeCldlllSS lndL mao spread It's Iame
over several squares.
Somehow, over the e%ngrossing work
of paying out 80 cents a week for
chicken, so or so for veal, and 80 for
the light, white, observation-disclosures
made bread, needed to go with the
chicken and veal-in return for which
work the railroad company benefited
to the amount Of 80 cents each week
-Stella's pale green eyes acquired a
| soft o1lo1nCf ryid <,Sl- Ipctr1 k& -,--A
far to redeem their color. And some
; how the heavy outlines of her features
softened, v e as her heavy, hard
voice lost its tonelessness and became
almost soft.
Mr.. Henry Korwell munched the
sandwich absently sometimes, but not
often. remarking that it was a fine
day or the reverse. Then Stella would
see him walk fast to the news stand
and sometimes almost miss his train
while he chartered with Miss Perry.
AT these times Stella's thoughts took
on the color known as navy blue. She
spent three toilsome evening vatnly
trying to massage her large hands in
to replicas Of Miss 7Perry's frail slim
ones. ~
Then he didn't appear for a week.
Toe, bad" Miss 3Pfrny yawned one
afternoon. His mother is dead. And
those small boys now"
Maybe" said Stella industriouslv
polishing the counter with a paper
napkin, he'll get married"
I'm sure I don't know who'd take
the task of raising another woman's
children! Goodness, I wouldn't" with
a laugh. "And a homely, shabby man
like him"
Stella's eyes glowed with a lustre
that was almost beauty. Some wo-
men wouldn't mind" she said softly.
And then, with asperity, land as for
him being homely-" But Miss Per-
ry had scooted back to a customer.