Perth Amboy evening news., 1920-06-14
Chapter 81

Alice was still waItingl
But h hardly knew now what she
was waiting for. or why she was still
In the frame of mind where she be-
lieved anything might happen. 1t was
her natural optimism, of course that
kept her always expecting something
nice.
But week after week went by, and
still she had no word from David.
Surely he would write-perhaps he
would come instead of writing! When
che thought of this, her eyes would
look down the street, to the turf some
blocks the old days she
used to see David come around that
corner on his way over from the house
where he boarded.
Little memories came back to her,
quite as dear to thing of though they
were so far away. She remembered
the horse he hired and the drives out
TO the Model Farm they had taken to-
gether. She remembered the after
noon they sat on the high bank above
the brook, when their hands met in
stinctively, and the love that had as
yet found no voice, was in their eyes
and the remou of their hands.
And now David was free! Why
didn't he come?
Perhaps" she aid to herself-she
was alone In her room at the time
perhaps he only loved me when was
unattainable, when / was engaged and
he was married. Some men are like
that. Now I'm free and he is free. he
doesn't want me-"
Pursuing this doleful line OF re-
Election, Alice went on to her work at
the Settlement House. When she
greeted Peppita, she had such a long
face that the mischievous girl assumed
~ mock-solemn expression in return.
And that amused Alice so she laughed
and the two went into the house to-
gether.
You have the plain sewing class to-
day haven't you? Alice asked.
Yes, and a class to teach the older
girls punch work" Peppita nswer
ed. h was noted for q certain difficult
type Of embroidery she did, punch
work on coarse linen, and she was
quite proud that she was teaching 1t
to girls as old and older h her
self.
Then there's my kindergarten class
ut eleven" Alice went on. consulting
her chart. IT think I'll take them out
in the woods today, it's so warm"
She went on. bent over her work,
and presently, surrounded by her class
of small children. she went out to
hunt flowers and to give them a little
lecture on plants and plant life. The
day passed as pleasantly n monot-
onously as usual. and late in the after
noon, she started home.
II think I'll walk around by the
post office" she decided. putting on
her hat carefully before the mirror.
Her extra walk was rewarded, for
the afternoon train had brought q
letter for her. 1t was not Christmas
Handwriting; Alice realized suddenly
that It was Lawrence's. She was
always looking for word from David
why should Lawrence write, she won
dered?
paper bore the name of one of the
paper bore the nome of one Of the
quiet, exclusive hotels in New York.
Alice remembered it very well. She
and David had dined there alone one
evening and they had gone later to a
concert. She tore open the envelope.
Dear Alice" Lawrence wrote, II
you are going to envy me as
soon as you see the city post mark on
this letter. I meant to write sooner,
but I've been pretty busy-you know
the number of Interruptions the city
can provide. You should be here
there are still a few good shows
though the season is almost over for
producing anything worth while, and
there are several farewell concerts.
DO you know, I'm really very u
trified. You used to laugh at me, and
said I looked so much like a city
bred being-do o remember a walk
we took way back during the days
when I was arguing with you against
adopting B~erenice? You accused me of
being 'citified' then. when I tore my