The Birmingham age-herald., 1924-10-23
Once Is Enough

Once Is Enough
 M IZZY Comfort ran to open the l door for her neighbor, Mrs.
 Bundy, who entered with a whiff of cold autumn air.
 "WelI," cried Mrs. Bundy, laying aside her brown shawl, smoothing her crimped gray hair and settling herself in the old rocker which she preferred to all the other chairs in the room. 'Well, suppose you are just sitting by the here planning what you are going to do with all that money"
 Lizzie Comfort smiled. She was a | tall. slender woman with dark serious eyes and a gentle mouth. In her dark afternoon dress she looked prim and nice.
 q got letter from my cousin, Mary Converse" she said, taking an envelope from the table. "Tll read it to you, She put on her glasses and began to read aloud. "Of course, you know, Lizzie, that Uncle Jarvis money will make a great difference in your way of living. You have never been any where or seen anything. Why, you have never even visited me here in the city. You have lived cooped up in that l thirty-five years. Now is your chance to get out and see the world. You bet ter come right up here to me, and I'll Hook you up a pleasant little apartment near bv where we can see each other often. City life is just what you need. Come Thursday on the train that leaves Cookville at eight. That will bring you in here about four in the afternoon ana I'll meet you at the station with taxi. Now. don't back out. l shall expect you" Dd,
 "You're going?" asked Mrs. Bundy'
 Lizzie sighed, "I guess so. Mary mas such A way of making folks do as she likes. Still. won't hear the apartment hnsiness. I shall just make her a little i visit and look around. To tell the truth. Mrs. Bundy, I'm all upset. never dreamed I'd get any of Uncle Jarvis property. He was my husband uncle. YOU know, not mine, and ne Jidn't ike Dewitt very well. But old folks take queer notions. Anyway, I've cot lot of money and l never ex- nected to have it and-and don't see as I'm going to be any happier for hay ~ s.Nonsense p Mrs. Bundy laughed "YouIl feel different after you've been ont and seen how other folks. I'd try if anyway, if I were you. And, Liz zie yOu ought to get you some new clothes while you are in the city. Mary Converse is dreadfully dressy and they say she puts on style"
 This was Tuesday. On Thursday morning at z :30 Lizzie Comfort turned the key in the lock and left her little white house behind her. She looked hack at it as she turned the corner. IL was such tiny humble dwelling with no yard to speak of, but 1t was home, The houses about it were larger and finer. Mrs. Bundys indeed was quite mansion, but she had never envied any body. Hers was home. Now' now ever, the acquisition of many unex' pected and, she felt, undeserved, thou sands was interfering with the whole course of her life.
 Arriving at the great city terminal she had scarcely time to feel wave ol bewilderment before Mary caught her Mary was slightly younger than Llz zia. but she looked like a little girl ln her stylish attire. In a moment she had Lizzies bulky suitcase in the hands of the obliging porter and in another moment they were tucked into an ex pensive taxi. As they whirled through inc city streets Lizzie gazed and gaspec and could hardly find words with which to answer her cousins many questions
 Mary Converse's husband was busi ness man who had a considerable in come and Mary's apartment was com modious and fine. There was maid and Mary never had to touch her hand' to dishwater, as she expressed it.
 "Now all that I have is possible fol you, or nearly all," Mary said. 'l know where there's a darling little cubby-hole of three rooms and bath all you need-in the next block. Fur nished. We'll go to look at it to morrow"
 Lizzies misgivings were great They were verified when Mary actually hired the 'cubby-hole" complete. Once the