The Press., 1920-04-15

ly every meal, you see. I won't be any trouble"
 Nevertheless, my dear" began Aunt Marcia, desperately, you should have written, hecauSe-"
 Pierrette smothered her with a kiss. "I see that I must take you into my confidence. Listen, you know last month I was at the EvanseS' house party and, Aunt Marcia, I met the loveliest man, Dr. Edgar Warner. Oh, auntie I cant tell you, but somehow I know that if I don't get him 1 don't want any other man. I'm almost sure he likes me very much, but do you know Clem Evans cousin, that tall girl who is perfectly stunning? We'll she's trying her best to get him, and when Glenn wrote me that Flsbeth was in town and gaining headWay with Edgar Warner, I thought it was high time for me to pack my suitcase and take the next train.'
 "I am very sorry for you, my child, but it is quite your own fault. l told you last year not to do 1t again. this dropping in without notice. You 
 "Where's Katie?" Pierrette had opened her suitcase and was shak- ing out two pretty dresses. 'T must have these pressed at once."
 Katie left two weeks ago. and fur thermore you won't need those geor- gette dresses at all If you'll stop chat tering and listen"
 
 cia If you refuse to have me here I'll simply go to a hotel. T."
 "YOu won't leave this house. Pier rette Melville" seizing the girl by the shoulders to obtain her undivided at tention. eve are quarantined! Timo- thy and Pet have the scarlatina, anC though they are out of danger, the board of health Is dreadfully strict here"
 The geOrgette dresses slipped un- noticed to the linOleum and Pierrette f1opped on the next chair unable to speak.
 "If you had telegraphed I could have warned you, or if you had come in at the front door you would have noticed the placard As it is, make up your mind for a months stay. 1 do need some help, and I guess my house dresses will fit you fairly we'll" Aunt Marcia" in a pitiful voice, all the gay spirits flown away, "is 1t real ly true? Can't I possibly sneak out some way? Oh, why did I come"' And after few moments' uncontrolled sobbing, "Auntie, who is your doctor: Not by any chance Doctor Warner?' faint hope sparkled in the lovely brown eyes
 Aunt Marcia placidly seasoned the soup. "I never heard of the man. My family physician is old Doctor Gree ly"
 Pia -"t)c S:u.Ih:.l upstairs to Ault Marcjn \ spare ruu:H HUd flung hrr>"!: without rr--:.rd tu 'hp rrochrted bed spread, across the bed, a hopeless. soh ping bit of humanity. The dream was over: she had lost, and the beautiful Elshcth Wnu!d win. Had not Clem written You had better hurry here, because Ei>hrth is making an awful hit with Edgar He's taking her ev- " together"
 A miserable week dragged itself to a close. The weather had been love ly. PicrrCtte coUt! imagine the de lightful motor trips Edgar Warner and ElSbeth were having. while she, in Aunt Mar>'ias clumsy, slate-colared house dress. carried up trays and measured out rnHicine and what not ]! Old Doctor Greedy. stout and red faced, pufiCd ill and out of the house once day; that was the only break in the dreary routine
 If Aunt Marcia felt sorry for her niece. she certainly did not show it, and Pierrette decided she was cold hearted and unSympathetic.
 One morning, however, putting the patients bed in order. Pierrette