Martinsburg W Va evening journal. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1913-1920, 1918-01-01

When he lifted his hat distantly. SHE
looked straight ahead. and ignored
him Whether she hurt him as mucl
as she did herself by the cut lirec
would be hard to say.
When Sunday noon arrived, and tht
phone had failed to call her once, and
not one Of all her friends had dropped
In. Hazel twisted her chair so that she
could stare at the image of herself II
the mirror.
4 You're in a fair way TO become /
parlah, ii seems" she said bitterly
What have you done, / wonder, that
i you've lost your lover, and that AIicg
and May and Hortensc and all the rest
Z Of them keep away from you? Moth
& ing--not a thing-except that youl
/ looks attracted man, and the mar
threw stones when he couldn't have
his way Oh well, what's the differ
ence? You've got two good hands. and
you're not afraid Of work.
/, She walked out to Granville PARK
4 after luncheon. and found seat on Q
i shaded bench beside the lake. People
passed and epassed--couples young
sters, old people, children. II made
her lonely beyond measure. She haf
never been isolated among her owl
/ kind before.
A group of young people came saun
tering along the path. Hazel looked
up as they neared her, chattering t.
each other. Maud Steele and Buf
Wells. and--why, she knew every on
Of the party. Hazel caught her breatl
as they came abreast, not over ten fee
away. The three young men raisec
| their hats self-conscIously.
Hello, Hazelr' the girl said.
But they passed on. 1t seemed t
Hazel that they quickened their pac
4 a trifie. 1t made her grit her feet
In resentful anger. Ten minutes late
she left the park and caught ca
home. Once in her room she brok
down.
"Oh, I'll go mad If I stay here an
this sort of thing goes orr she erie
forlornly.
a sudden thought struck her.
| Why should I stay here?" she sal
aloud "Why7 What's to keep m
here? can make my living any
| where.n
| But, no" she asserted passionatels
Il won't run away. That would b.
running away, and / haven't anythins
TO be ashamed of. ] will not rum
Still the idea kept recurring to he.
II promised relief from the hurt
| averted faces anG GOODNESS where shs
had a right to expect sympathy and
friendship.
The legal notice Of the bequest we
| mailed to her. She tore up the lette
| and threw 1t In the fire as If it were
iome poisonous thing. The idea
| accepting his money stirred her to n
| feet frenzy If she could have p0urt
the whole miserable tale into son
| sympathetic ear she would have fe
better. and each day would haS
/ seemed less hard. But there was
/ such ear. Her friends kept away.
Saturday of the, second week he
! pay envelope contained brief motto
that the firm no longer required hel
| services. There was no explanation
only perfunctory regrets; and, trut
| to tell, Hazel cared little to know til
real cause. Any one Of a number Of
reasons might have been sufficient
But she realized how those who knew
her would take it. what cause they
would ascribe. 1t did not matter
though. The very worst, she reasoned
could not be so bad as what had a.
ready happened-could be no more d
! agreeable than the things she had en-
aured in the past two weeks. Losins
4 position was a trifie. But it Sc
her thinking again.
She stopped at news stand ant
bought the evening papers. Up in the
top rack of the stand the big heads Of
an assorted lot of Western paper;
caught her eye. She bought two OF
three on the impulse Of the moment
without any definite purpose excep
to look them over out of mere curl
osity. With these tucked under hel
arm. she turned into the boarding
house gate, ran up the steps. and, upor
opening the door, her ears were glad
dened by the first friendly voice sh,
had heard-it seemed to her--in ages
voice withal that she had least ex
pected to hear. A short. plump woman
rushed out of the parlor. and precipi
tated herself bodily upon Hazel.
''Kitty Ryan, Where In the wide
wide world did you come fromg Haze
cried.
from the United States and every
where" Miss Ryan replied. take mi
up to your room. dear, where we car
talk our heads of.
Sand. furthermore, Hazie, TIL b,
pleased to have you address me a,
Mrs Brooks, my dear young woman.
the plump lady laughed, as she settled
herself in a chair In Hazel's room.
$50 you're married?'' Hazel said.
Il am that" Mrs. Kitty responde,
emphatically, .to the best boy tina
ever drew breath. And SO should 70,
be, dear girl. don't see how you'v,
escaped so Tonga good-lookIng cir
like vOrY The bnra unro aIxpa x,cs s,.s. -,