Richmond times-dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1914-current, 1919-10-04
Daily Short Story
COMPLETE IN THIS ISSUE.
Girl in Gray"
By ELLA RANDALL rEARcr.

IN gray. Pearl gray pussy-willow tsr
{eta 1t was, fashioned into a charntr.,
dress on the latest Paris lines. draped
IN embroidered crepe and .iralct IN
orchid velvet
The figure advanced and retreatea
with the automatic motion Of the pro.
tesslonal mannequin. and Miss Edith
Hanover. WITH Il murnur Of 'Beautituii
My fav"ritr o-lors." dove into her nun
to write rapidly. Vic"
The door opened and two visitors IN
ment in attendance Miss III Han eoS@p'i anr
the smart young man who stood nesr
her chair looked across the salon,
pers for it was not more than an hour
past the opening time. "'N'
writing f @ih iook in 5ei b.r to her
y was glad to ,S conceal and a rising nas6
formally. ''' se'u
The mannequin moved away. guided
Miss e slipped a'q her OF ba ,ns
into her. mum again, and the young
, fo oa BESIDE de her ,hs walked lelsursly oyef
abs s9of the ea st. tae broad window hisa
Then It was. that one of the new
p pIane t ESt, the ;, smart young mans
Greetings, Edith. How are your"
she murmured polite response and
s p0f yne opporttupty to swiftly make
had wrought in Donald Crede. lie se Mas
sstouter and browner; dressed after
the latest in New York. ana u ys etit sn
attractive figure. Edith had never BEEN e.,
SO SO conscious OF the magnetism OF his
you're looking well, DOM sh. said.
al a. wniGn seemingly casual remark he
broadly. 'o 'ii''ieo
bee nsyS5 felt S.fo SO e in ny lie I've
your husband over there?" '"a'
1t was Edi,h's turn to smile and the
hos mda ri Don. Wouldn't you have
Rr "PHn ,t,a know; I've been buried in
'n! "cEenr b GoiH i back this week"
ne! Ye iRS f irs s ISStSd A distHr6ed
number of years guess s 'of me LOT
her glance. crossing his shoulder.
w sUom IN the pretty. ultra smart young
of new fashions ''uuS
'e4' yGus sh Sifs oy ysy there p ss:
Cousin Arcbibaid's new ' wife ao' and se ses
dr., DRAGGED me into this" His "I glance Sne
wee" Very s siad n aos he esma it seady
suddenly. they looked. an unex
pas as tSough each 6el upon them
shaker shaken out Of a fanclcd security by
hook 80 iI if.oh brought her small
Seem f fashion e Rritsr f oerS sDa
v vne magazines nag 81 L Taking notes when
is one OF our advertising men men ~1nd 1iHs
f ms ., work. and I'm doing very WE'LL
Donald Crede was gazing reacct,vs,v
ac !r.eoss the ivory and old gold salon ilneis
mo see ZEE that cray cray dress? It reminded
the last night-remembers Wien Wien
g gol h toll told me me was an idle. eood-for-
HIM 1Im." r. al ana d you wouldn't have any
co, II adore , that dress. I'd buy it if T
business Women DON'T i swHn &c
creations Edith was taking Il In th,n
ton tones; desperately vivacious; edeing
liberately blocked her way
i Ill Listen .s: I've seen girl in gray
conhded. "a little gray ghost h With si ns
yer slippers. 1t bothered me at first
put l felt afterward I should miss it
ev sm SaRe b afsn as He s sSons
D Mdll c yea cG@ ds,h and nd meet Mrs Archi
fully out OF paling face. THANK you,
Don. But I'm going. You should not
have spoken OF ghosts. You've scared
He went with her to the door May
drop in to see you before so backf''
Same address. Edith.
She nodded stiffy and hurried into
sh haii. her agitation So great that
vator and was speeding roofward be-
fore she realized her mistake.
ov That vas vas t hard day for Edith Han
work; but her thoughts We're ever cir
cling Ike startled birds.
nsr =. Wish hadn't met him" she told
every evening until his ship sails
er sut; when he she reached home at the
on the couch. too heattsick and weary
I" even consider the approaching din
neE hour;
package was thrust into the room.
and when the gas was lighted sealed
letter ..t, was found secured to the box
the envelope drew Edith to an imme-
diate reading Of the letter.
rio MY Y, "a, dear Edith,-I know now what.
pers was trying to tell me down in
Brazil. That 1t was no use trying to
forget you, and that you would be
honest workingman and proud of it,
VIII you wear these flowers for me
tonight? And, Edith. you'd better be
leaves at dawn next Friday. Our ship.
understand? My girl. I'm too happy
to be mistaken tax
with cheeks warmed to deep Grim
son. Miss Edith Hanover crushed the
letter in her trembling hands
'Don-you shan't dispose OF me, of
my future, In this high handed
tashion!" Her thoughts ran tempestu-
ously then tears gathered in her bright
eyes.
The musical Ginning OF clock
warned her it was time to begin
dressing. Donald Crede would soon
arrive, and Edith knew she was going
TO be there to meet him.
Fcvershly she tossed over the gowns
in her wardrobe. She was looking for
gray dress. gray crepe with light
silver trimmings. IT was not Paris
creation and 1t was not new; but 1t
was very pretty and becoming, and
looking we'll with Donald Crede's orr
chids.
Edith stared at her mirrored image
detiantly. at least, you're better than
a shost girl In gray" she decided. But