The Parker post., 1917-07-28

| trdught hostess, a sort or WllQ desire
to see the gorgeous function of mil
liOnaire, the beautiful gowns Of the
guests, the flowers and splendor of the
decorations, and to hear the music,
! had made her offer. But her mother !
Never before in her life had she faced
her with such fear and quaking.
It was inevitable that there had to
| be something of a scene. Mrs. Terry
at first declared she should not CO.
gave in Eunice having assured her
! that no one would know her, and she
| had given another name.
! She reported promptly, got into her
livery, and surveyed herself in the
mirror with a whimsical smile. 1t
was all very becoming, from the
| cOQuettish little cap to the dainty,
| lace-frilled apron, and she saw that
cheeks and lips needed no artificial
aids to make them help out the pic
| ture. But after all what did 1t mat
ter? These women would only be con-
cerned in her skill in serving them.
Two of the earliest guests came in
literally buried in furs, evidently from
long automobile ride. Eunice was
removing the carriage boots from one,
a very beautiful girl in a stunning
imported gown all shimmering silver
and tulle, when the other said:
"Phyllis, I've been wondering why
Vance Taylor didn't come after you?"
II don't know why he should" she
answered. 80 dear! You are pulling
off the slipper!"
81 beg your pardon, madam" an
swered Eunice bending very low over
the foot, and deftly replacing the slip
| per.
She was heartily disgusted with her
| self that the mention of this mans
name had caused her to forget every
thing else. He had come once to the
| school to take his tiny sister home,
He had seemed SO much interested in
the work, and incidentally in the
| teacher to whom the little girl so low
| ingly clung, that he had stayed long
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some time see him again, but that was
only the remOtest possibility, and she
had tried hard to forget.
so come, Phyllis J" laughed the other
girl. "Why put up such transparent
bluff? You know Vance Taylor is COM
pletely gone, submerged-so much in
| love-"
II don't know any such thing He
hasn't told me So" But there was a
look that seemed to belle her words
Eunice watched the girl who seemed
to have everything worth having, go
from the room. The joy notes went
out of the music and her whim of COM
ing seemed now dull, foolish thing.
1t was nearing two o'clock, and she
was helping some departing guests into
their wraps when she heard a lady
| just outside the door ask someone to
wait minute; and the girl of the slip
per rushed into the room holding up
some torn drapery.
"Quick" she demanded of Eunice
"Get needle and thread, and mend
this %
"Yes, madam" said Eunice. "In q
moment" And she went on assisting
| the lady.
'If you can't do it," snapped Phyllis
| "I'll find someone who can," and the
irate young lady started to the door
Its perfectly outrageous I've a mind
to report your
One of the guests quickly followed
| her.
"Wait," she said. "Tll look after
my wrap myself and let the maid at
tend to you"
Eunice with some difficulty re-
strained herself, but she went patient
ly to work to repair the damaged gown.
Miss Phyllis grew impatient, and rated
| her for being slow and clumsy. But
Eunice remembered she was bred
| lady even if she were acting as a
maid, and said nothing.
When she was left alone in the room,
she sat down wearily, waiting for it to
| be over. The thought that this man
who had so attracted her was to marry
this selfish, incOnsiderate, bad-tem-
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II wonder if he knows that side of
her." she thought. "I wonder!'
Suddenly a masculine voice outside
the door asked: MAY I come in?'
Then the owner followed. 1t was
Vance Taylor.
Il am searching for fan, q pink
one with"
The sentence stopped at his recog-
milton of Eunice.
Miss Terry!' he exclaimed.
"No, Maria Bird" she answered
quietly.
His look of blank surprise was too
much for her gravity, her face broke
into smile, and she had to explain.
Great Scott was that you getting
that calling DOWN."
He had heard it all, so she laugh
ingly admitted she was.
| ''YOu cOuIdn't h1amo hpr IL was Suoh