Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1927-02-12
THE EVENING STORY

mind she felt Il glow of satisfaction.
Five dollars for a hat. Why. this
| little toque had cost So. and her
| suit
II believe l am successful" she
| thought. land good looking. And
might be happy but for Vincent
! Dean"
After all. it was not SO much that
/ she had loved him as that she had
been disregarded by him. No woman
/ likes to be dIsregarded by the man
she loves. Even though nobody but
herself knew this the fact ranked.
| She found her able little assistant.
| Miss Fern. had arrived at the office
ahead of her.
"a man just telephoned that he
would see you at 2:30 sharp" Miss
| Fern said. glancing at her memoran'
dunn.
Buy or sel?" 1t must be one or
the other.
HE didn't say"
Marcia hung her coat and hat in
the closet ana sat down at her own
desk There was lot of work wait
ing. there always was. At 2:13 she
put on her coat and hat again.
I'm going to show Mr.. Bearsley the
Perkins property. Miss Fern" she
|
that man comes tell him to wait
She ran downstairs, ushered the
customer into the patient car and was
gone. Five minutes for reaching the
old Perkins place. ID minutes for sell
ing it, minutes for return-trium-
phant, flushed, she entered her office.
Miss Fern was there and man half
| hidden behind a newspaper he was
reading. Upon her entrance he laid
down his newspaper Their eyes met.
He arose.
Marcia he said.
"Why, Vincent Marcia returned.
|, She kept her poise. After all he
was like 20 otner men she had seen,
heavy. gray. "a bit coarse. but prosper
Gus in every detail. The ruby ring on
his finger, the quality of his clothes,
his manner radiated success.
you've kept your health and your
looks. Marcia" he said.
Don't have time to think about
either" Marcia smiled. There was
nothing thrilling in this. The tele-
phone at her elbow summoned her
and she carried on crisp converse
ton for two minutes.
II see YOU are very busy" Vincent
said. perhaps | may call this eve
ming? OF course l want to see your
That evening Marcia in a golden
dinner-frock which took 10 years from
her appearance sat with Vincent Dean
in the softly lighted parlor-that par
lor which her success had given an air
of luxury. He had just told her the
story of his life, how he had married,
lost his wife. and in childless and
widowed state had returned TO his old
haunts to find another partner for his
joys and SORROWS.
AT am rich, successful now.
Marcia" he said. Il can give you
everything heart can wish-and of
course your mother can live with us. =
Marcia looked at the ceiling, patted
the velvet of the sofa upon which they
were sitting. patted the thick rug with
her feet. What was the matter with
her anyway? If she had ever loved
him wouldn't she love him now?
Such things didn't die. AS for Vim
cent-evidently she was not at all the
same person whose picture he had
seen that day. He wouldn't ask that
person to preside over his mansion,
share his life of plenty. 1t was quite
funny, come to think of it.
She brought her eyes to his, she
smiled.
Sorry. Vim" she said. But can't
really. I'm ever so much too busy.
Real estate is selling like fun and !
shan't be able to think of anything
else for the next three months"
.T can't wait" His voice pleaded.
Marcia shrugged her shapely
shoulders.
Don't" she murmured.
tCopyright. 1927
The End.