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

Don't say it's just something more
to look after" Rose pleaded.
Hester said nothing. She only con-
tinued to smile at Rose and the
kitten.
cts the funniest thing" she burst
out when Mr.. Fenton had gone. You.
to be loving q kitten!"
Rose suddenly burst into tears.
Hester" she said. 81 never thought
there was anything in me but what
have shown the public, but there is
there is. I'm just woman after all.
I want iove-a home" She paused,
biting her lips on what was a half
sob. half smile. II am a fool" she
ended.
Hester knit cautiously.
"Will Fenton doesn't know who you
are" she said. Certainly ne doesn't
love you for that"
"No. he doesn't know who I am.
but when he finds out" Rose looked
YEARLY away. II suppose i ought to
tell him--I wish you would"
Hester continued to knit.
That afternoon as Rose Lee lay
cuddling the kitten and bordering
gravely, the door opened upon her
Hester, she thought. had returned
oversoon from a shopping expedition
over town. She turned her head and
saw a thin, eagerfaced young woman
staring at her.
ooh" said this young woman. 1--WE
found you at last" She advanced
upon Rose, extending a card. But
Rose didn't need to look at the card
to know that the young woman repre-
scented the Daily Eagle or something
Of the sort.
"How did you get in?" she gasped
Through the unlocked cellar door,
answered the reporter triumphantly.
Fortunately Hester entered Just
then and put stop to 1t.
ut is all over" groaned Rose. 81
must go. I suppose I have been able
| to go this long time. Now that my
| incognito is at an end I must go. Next
| thing tn representative Of your
| Weekly Tattler will be upon me-"
| HE already has BEEN" snapped
| Hester.
Rose left on the evening train. She
went without saying good-by to Will
| Fenton. What was the use? He
couldn't care for her any more when
he knew. and anyway her work called
her.
She went back to the city. to the
apartment which she shared with
three other women. to the name Of
Sarah Bolton. which sounds better
than Rose Lee, when one Is writer
on a variety of subjects and COM
mands a large public, and to a new
sense OF the futility In some cases
of career.
$50 you're back" said Jane Dyer.
who wrote realistic poetry.
Hello, Bolton!' cried Fora Steel
who did queer illustration for the
ma gaines.
Looking better, uh?" commented
Lucretia Paisley. who did social
service work.
A queer quartet. Sarah thought
She missed Hester-and home-and-
and a lot Of those things.
A month passed and she couldn't
get into the harness. she couldn't
write. II made her head ache to look
up data. Zora's Russian cigarettes
sickened her; Jane Dyer's batik blouses
got on her nerves, Lucretia's care
less ways Jared her. She didn't want
caviar and black coffee and the smell
Of chypre-she wanted the scent Of
Chinese lilies and homemade bread
and a kitten which must be growing
up too fast, and Hester and
So she gave it all up and went
back. and her three mates didn't
regret, for they said she had lost
her cachet; it was terrible thing to
lose ones cachet.
Hester welcomed her.
$50 you're Rose Lee again." she
said.
eyes" Rose took up the kitten and
cuddled him. ''I'm going to stay
Rose Lee for the rest of my days"
''Oh, no. you won't" Hester said.
"You don't think I'll go back" cried
.. Rose aghast at the possibility Hester
( chuckled. -~----''
; mo. You'll become Mrs. Will Fen
, ton in about three months" she said
n The End.
fCopyright 1927