Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1927-08-03

III 1873 ROSE LEE lay curled
| M up under a Navajo blanket
IVI in room warm as Sum-
i mer and as fragrant. for it
was scented with Chinese
lilies. The lilies were in little green
Rose smelled them as she lay there
idly with her hands clasped over her
head.
Very slight and thin and pale. a
most unroselike person was she, who
inhabited either Mrs. Brill's sofa or
Mrs. BriIl's big basket chair during
the entire time she was out Of bed.
For Rose Lee had been very Ill and
the doctor who had sent her to Mrs.
Brilrs keeping. had insisted that she
make effort slowly.
It was very fortunate for Rose that
she had Mrs. Brill. and so she thought
now as her wan, broken eyes took In
the charm Of the lilies. Somewhere
hack in the past, far back. Rose 8
life had touched Hester Brill and,
though they had not seen each other
for wears at time. the written word
had kept communication between
them, Now in her stress Rose thought
Of the one safe, sure haven where she
could receive the things she had
longed for so long-sympathy and
love and care. She had asked Hester
if she might come to her for rest and
Hester had told her to hurry up ana
not wait moment
Here she was in her second week
of the peace and comfort and delight
of the old square house where Hester
Brill widowed and childless, reigned
alone. And she was getting well. she
who had felt that life was thread
which as wearing terribly thin and.
what was more, she wanted to get
better.
But there was one thing she didn't
want and she expressed 1t now to
lester Brill, who entered with a cup
of matted milk in her hand.
II don't want to go away from this
)lace-ever." she said.
Hester, large and calm. showed
surprise.
"Oh, yes you will. as soon as you
| EEL stronger. You'll go back and get
| INTO the harness and fight and claw
| 1t the world just as you always have
| done. Why. in five weeks more your
| stuff will be in all the papers anc
! your picture, too-but NOBODY VII
| 'ecOgniZe It,"
| II should say not" Rose slipped he1
| milk and smiled. "Once they had my
name under popular dancers picture
and another time they had my picture
over the name of popular murderess
not but what she was better looking
| than I am"
| Hester looked shocked.
! "You'll go back" she said. "You1
have to. They'll spy you out and de
mand you. I'm certain that young
man who came to the door this morn
ing was a reporter. Will Fentor
| thought 80, too. BY the way, he:
| coming across the street now will
| something for you. / can't see wha'
| it is"
| Rose turned her head and studied
| the approaching visitor. Mr.. Fentor
| lived in the kindly. old-fashioned house
opposite alone. His housekeeper hat
got married few weeks before ant
| he had not replaced her. He tool
his meals out and managed alone be
cause he had no woman relative neal
enough to companion him. Very tai
and thin and grave was Mr.. Fenton
! with the incest face in the world ant
quite the pleasantest voice.
He entered as one who was SURF
of welcome and placed a tiny purrins
golden bundle Of fur upon the sof;
beside Rose.
"a kitten" she cried. and buriet
her face in its dainty warmth.
"Now, Will Fenton, what did 20,
do that for?" Hester demanded. eve
ing Rose and the kitten and the give
with amusement.