Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1916-10-08
"VV7ELL what do you think Of
w I herr" Maxwell Lee asked Cor
" della Livingstone
w "Well, what do you think of

II THINK she II 90, Maxwell answered
Immediately and with conviction. Shes
quick, smart practical, and efficient, but
rather-rather-
Her tone had faint tinge of dubiety.
"Colorless?" Cordelia finished her sem
tence for her, but with an upward in
Election.
Exactly. Almost anemic mentally,
should say-without ideas or convictions.
A machine in perfect order well oiled,
ready to work. But we've got to do her
thinking for her. She'll be the pawn, the
buffer. and the feather-bed of this eX-
petition"
"a typical self-respectng wage-earner,
Cordelia added "but with
She fixed her gaze on the porter hustling
bags and suit-cases to the platform.
"Wonderful eyes?"
"Yes,' Cordela agreed. Wonderful
eyes! Haven't her comments been touch
ing! 1t appears it's her first travelling.
Ma che! What pig I've felt as I've
watched her delight over this one little
stingy trip from Boston to New York,
when think of all the years I've had in
Europe and the Orient"
Il know what you mean Maxwell
agreed. "Did you notice the look in her
face the other night at the Settlement
when we were talking about college? Miss
Nye told me afterward that it's always
been her secret ambition to go to college,
I'd give her those four years at Radcliffe
as quick as flash if could. y
Here she comes now" Cordelia said
"Lordee, doesn't she look fresh? She's
one of those girls who are always crisp"
The girl who was walking down the car
aisle toward them was indeed what Cor
della described, "a typical sef-respecting
wage Garner Shirt-waist of white
stuff that Numbered easily and did not
muss; blue suit of rough cloth that
cleansed easily and did not spot; small,
neat black hat of materials that would
longest withstand the weather; black
gloves and black shoes that had been
chosen for durability. She was so slim of
figure as to seem almost frail, and so pale
of face as to look almost sicky. The
crescents of hair that showed under her
hat were the color of rust The lashes
without curl, the brows without curve,
were the color of rust too. The freckles
that speckled her forehead, dapped her
cheeks, powdered her nose, and dotted her
chin We're also the color of rust
Eyelids down, she buttoned glove
with perfectly distributed weight as she
walked through the swaying car. That
glove adjustment completed, she lifted
her lids. 1t was as if stars of purple light
grew in her face-as if an arrow of purple
fire shot through the air. Wonderful eyes
indeed She seated herself quietly in the
chair beyond the other girls. But when
she glanced out of the window, it was
with gasped "Oh!" of surprise.
New York." said Maxwell Lee.
"New York." said Cordelia Livingstone.
"New York;" said Kate Carroll
well be at a Hundred and Twenty
fifth Street in a moment, Miss Carroll,
Maxwell informed her.
"New York; Miss Carroll said a second
time. She leaned forward and pressed her
face against the pane. at looks different
from Boston, she said in perpleXed tone.
INSIDE the impatient excitement that
marks the end of journey filed the
air The women, freshly washed, combed,
and powdered, neatly hated, yelled. and