The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1915-07-30

Jenny Lee came slowly down Mile
st. from the Herrick house on the
hill, where she had been sewing all
DAY. The evening was SO warn that
the coat she had needed In the morn.
ing felt uncomfortable now. and she
had thrown II back on her shoulders.
She was late In getting home be.
cause she had stayed to tea. In
Weftmore a seamstress IL entitled
TO two meals as well as to q dollar
which In Jenny's case was q real
godsend.
AS she walked Jenny thought
dreamily Of tho pretty things she
had worked upon all day-the sheer
lace-trimmed linens which Bess Her
rick was to wear under her wedding
gown. Jenny had always made Besa
Herricks clothing, and. although the
beautiful satin wedding gown was
beyond her skill, she was fashion
Ing the things that went with Il. She
had even seen the gown itself, which
had arrived that day from the city
pearly robe, with veil like morn
Ing mist. But It was less the dress
she remembered than the lifted
radiance Of Bess' young face as she
cried: "Oh. Jenny. don't you just
wish you were me"
Jennie Lee was tired tonight
tired in body and spirit. She drag
eed along like q bird with both
winds broken. Mile-st. streamet
with lighted cars. whose occupants
were cooling of after the heat and
stress Of the day. Jenny had II
wait long time at a crossing be
fore she could get sufIicient courage
to pass over. Then she moved dowr
! shabby, old. quiet street which
grew darker and quieter and shah
bier the farther she went. At the
very end was her house.
Two generations of Lees had oc
cupied the house before It came Il
Jenny. II was a little gray house
like hornets nest. On either side
OF the yard we're palings, but the
front was open to the street. Here
crowded Jenny's flowers, some Of
which were descendants of hel
grandmothers poses. Soft waves Of
perfume rose into the night air
They came forward to greet Jenny
She could distinguish the odor Of
spice pink. blush roses, and white
nancies. She loved best the white
nancies for an old, sweet, simple
reason Of her own. AS she went W
the narrow path she reached out
and broke bit from the nearest
white flower cluster and pressed Il
to her face. It's sweetness and the
memory of Bess Herrick's wedding
dress set her heart aching.
Jenny opened the door. The close
cosy breath Of her home breathet
upon her. The room was not more
than gray dark, for the moon wa.
floating up like a while globule
Jenny took OF her hat. She startet
to take on her gray coat, and ther
she changed her mind. She also re
covered the chimney from the lamI
and started to strike match, but
changed her mind about that also
I'm always changing my mind,
she thought. ut has been my
curse"
She dropped down into the near
est chair and submitted herself to re
Election. II wish I hadn't seen that
dress" she thought. Il wish they
hadn't asked me to make those
BIRD things. It brings 1t all back
II has seemed all day as If" A sol
came into her throat. She tried &c
swallow 1t. why. II he was right
here in the room with me he couldn',
be any nearer than he has been al
day"
The small, warm room choked her
A pun of air came in at the open
door, freshly scented with the
nights Installations. The dark be
came very dark In the corners, but
across the floor under the window
the moons white glance grew. Jen
ny sat staring at 1t. Its pretty
night" she thought. II guess
won't light up at all. guess I'll just
60 to bed by the moonlight"
She rose to close the door, but
paused to look out. The flowers
seemed to sigh. the moonbeams to
beckon. II might sit In the porch a
few minutes" she thought, I'm not
very sleepy"
On either side the little old-fash
Toned latticed porch was a wooden
settee. Jenny sat down. With heI
hands folded, she looked wistfully al
the flowers which breathed and rock
ed In the moonlight. She looked
until she ceased to see or think OF
move. She had fallen asleep.
Slowly. as II she were being pull
ed out the depths Of languor, she
opened her eyes. A shred OF dream
chung to her. She seemed to hear a
voice and to behold face which
long years before had passed on,
Of her life. The moon was right over