The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1921-03-05
Chapter 6
TRIAL AND DECISION.
s of excitement followed.


Ruth and Myra saw rather less of
each other now than they had during
the summer. For Mrs. Weed was
quite sure that Myra would never be
able to spend money wisely, so she
bought quantities of material and, with
the best dressmaker in Markettown.
set about making a whole winter outfit
for the girl.
This is my gray, georgette, Myra
would say, turning about and looking
at her smart little frock from every
angle as she held hand mirror be-
fore herself and the largest looking
glass in the house.
It's lovely and you look sweet"
Ruth would say as every frock was
tried on for her benefit.
And indeed she did-for Myra was
slender as only eighteen can be. yet
softly, deliciously rounded. Her fair
skin was always glowing, her rather
round gray eyes were always ready to
laugh, her lips curved up at the corners
in the most fascinating way. She was
{. merry hearted young chatterbox.
She had always had her way-she al
ways expected to have it.
And now, as she twisted about to
see the back of her dress. she was
very lovely. The soft gray empha-
sized her eyes, which for all their
sweetness, revealed little character,
and the large pink sash made the pink
of her cheeks still prettier.
You should see the evening dress"
To Myra the prospect of the city was
one of the parties. dances, dinners,
visits. Occasionally she remembered
that she was going to study. But that
was too vague to bother about-she
only talked of books and work when
her father was within hearing.
you should see the tailored waists
I'm making myself for my suit said
Ruth. That's to look trim and neat
and make a good impression on
possible employer. All the books say
business women should look severely
tailored"
I've sweet blue chiffon blouse
Ruth laughed ooh, mine aren't that
sort. Mother had some real linen
sheets in her trousseau, lovely fine
linen as good now as when it was new.
So I've cut them up for the waists
You are clever Myra, in view OF
this accomplishment, suddenly lost in
terest in her own eXtravagant frllls.
Her admiration for Ruth grew every
day and she was honestly glad she
was going to be with her.
So the plans went on. Cousin Emily
wrote of a room she could get for
them in a big boarding house run for
working girls where the surroundings
were lovely and the price was surprlS-
ingly low In the evenings the girls,
usually with Tim and one other man,
walked the length of Main street to
eat a sundae at the gayest drug store
in the town, or followed out Columbine
avenue, a park-like residential street
that was popular for an evening
stroll.
And with the days, the feeling OF
excitement grew.
Ruth was happy-happier than she
had been since the first day she
realized the very limited state of the
family finances. I'm going to be a
help SOON" she said often. And to her
father, deep in his cushioned chair on
the porch:
III send you lots Of nice books
from the city. Then you won't have
to depend on the library here
The golden plans grew and grew
Ruth saw herself as one of the myrlads
of girls who went each morning to
some mysterious place known as
down town. She saw herself enter
ing some busy office as the CLOCK
struck the hour she saw herself sit
ting at a desk and taking rapid notes
from some equally mysterious person
known as an "emplOyer." She saw