The Rock Island Argus and daily union. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1920-1923, 1921-01-27
THE CHINTZ QUILT LEGACY.
By Dora Lefavour.
Copyright, 1921, by the Wheeler

Copyright, 1921, by the Wheeler
Syndicate, lnc.)
Josiah Prism lacked the BUSH
ness acumen of his ancestors. and
when he died the home which had
passed down his line for genera
tons was his only legacy to his two
daughters.
The city came. Massive build
ings lowered menacingly above
Miss Esther's wee shop. and homes
of modern architecture grew
around their weather-beaten home.
till the sisters felt showed aside-el-
bowed into their r, spective, old
fashioned corners by the busy. self
seeking, hustling throng; and her
little shop became Miss Esther's
life, and home en- oasis in wilder
ness Of people. most of them with
! foreign accent in their speech and
foreign methods in their ways;
while Miss Lucretia rarely ventur-
ed beyond her well-kept. jealously-
guarded garden.
Miss Esther periodically. con-
scientiously, sold her pre-war stock
at pre-war prices, and the alarm
ing postwar REFRESHMENTS hit
into her narrow margin so keenly.
that one evening when she locked
her store she thought that upon the
18th day of this bleak November
there'd be little to make her and
her sister thankful.
As she walked the two city
blocks to her home, Ter step wss as
deliberately sedate, her poise as
perfect as if he world were at her
feet: yet, her heart was SO tumult-
ously timorous that she closed the
door with its shining brass knock.
er quickly, almost with a bang-as
liz to shut out the grasping, giddy
lup-to-date 6 o'clock throng; ant
the noisome grievances of her da,
ldimmed to the soft frou. frou o.
her sisters black silk as Miss Lu
cretia came down the hall to NEE
lher, and announce dinner, just al
she had done every evening of ev
|ery business day for the 20 year!
which Miss Esther had been thu
bread winner.
1 Although Miss Esther move,
with delicate elaboration. it tool
but a few minutes to slip into he
best black silk and pin the inevita
BILE brooch holding a cleaning plat
Of her mother's hair in the fine oil
llace at her throat.
After they'd eaten their toast
Miss Lucretia carried the tea thing
to the drawing room, while Mis-
Esther turned the oil lamps eco
nomically low.
Esther" confided Miss Lucreti;
before a blazing wood fire in tn
lopen crate. this is the last of tn
tea. The buffers gone, and there
IonIy one more rising of bread flou
lin the barrel, and all is sold thu
can be sold without everything &c
> ing under the hammer"
t Miss Esther's sigh swelled he
= fiat bosom. Business is dull-e1
!: tremely dull. Lucretia." she comic
: ed in her turn. People advise al
3 yertising, but l shrink from flaun
! ing my store news through til
. blatant newspapers, and l fear il
Z rent will use all NY capital thi
), month.
Miss Dovney was in today
}. she's opening a tea room, and if
! could match this chintz she wouI
commission me to decorate he
place.
K ut would put US quite on Eas
: street." she continued. fingerin
: the bright-hued sample she toe
' from her skirt pocket
LET me see that, Esther" Mi:
2 Lucretia held out her hand "Seer
r to me I've seen some just like
i somewhere"
9 Probably whine you were a child
Miss Esther replied vaguely. IF
could match it anywhere it woul
be at Wallis in Boston, but i
price would be exorbitant-qui
prohibitive No. it's no use-tl
game is not worth the CANDLE"
81 think I'll retire, sister," Mi
s Esther said YEARLY very early
the evening. Miss Lucretia opins
she. too, would 60 to bed.
Each took q small lamp and {