Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1928-09-20
THE EVENING STORY

Betty could fashion q paris" hat or a
'Drecote" blouse from next to nothing.
Had she been content to confine her
thought and effort to her dressmaking.
all might have been well. but she grew
restless. She who once had had thou
sands to draw upon found 1t hard to
confine herself to less than hundreds.
When the money did not come as
rapidly as she thought 1t should she re-
sorted to all sorts of side lines: sent in
original crossword puzzles to all news
papers, supplied last lines to foolish
limericks, named picture panels, fur
nished recipes, bright sayings. slogans
and then allowed herself to waste many
precious moments watching vainly for
returns. It never seemed to occur to
Betty that literally thousands of people
all over the country we're indulging in
this same indoor sport every day.
She had just resolved to give up
wandering into the bypaths, and confine
her very best efforts to some lingerie
she had received an order for, when
she CHANGED to pick up sheet Of the
Sunday paper announcing that
hundred dollars would be given to four
people each week, whose handwriting
gave evidence OF unusual character.
"Umph!" she thought contemptuously.
"a new one. No use my trying that. My
character Is anything but unusual. Still
takes no time-only costs two cents
guess I'll fall again-just this one last
time"
She mailed the coupon and almost
Immediately forgot the whole incident,
so engrossed was she with the lingerie
upon which she was at work. It hap
pened to be for the trousSeau of NIL
lionaire'S daughter
For the first time since her fathers
death she was able to put her heel upon
the serpent of envy which had raised its
head and Kissed whenever she was at
work upon luxuries for others. Instead.
she wove into this soft, silken fabric
which grew into lovely garments be-
meath her skillful fingers, beautiful,
happy, hopeful dreams for the yo,ing
girl who was to wear them.
In three days they were finished.
Betty enjoyed them as oxe enjoys
beautiful picture, but every now and
then little stab Of fear pierced her
consciousness when she realized that II
she was not paid when these were de-
livered she must take the precioss rent
money to fill their almost empt larder.
Resolutely turning her back l.s5on the
demon OF worry, she wrapped the lovely
things as attractively as she knew how
and set out to deliver them.
A servant answered the door and told
her that none of the family was in.
Betty checked back the tears which all
ready had begun and started home,
bravely repeating to herself Alyse's
philosophy; IF it's all right for me to
take the rent money, I'll just take it.
II 1t isn't, something else will turn up"
Then she laughed aloud at the ridicu-
lousneSs OF her daring to think that she
could apply that philosophy to her life.
The first thing that met her gaze
when she reached home was letter
from the newspaper which dealt in
prizes for penmanslip, and when she
opened it a check for $l0O dropped out.
Accompanying the check was an analy-
sis OF her character, reached supposedly
from her handwriting.
exceptionally talented but constantly
bel1ttles her own power. Too much
gwen TO unnecessary worry Banishing
that, this writer will soar to great
heights unaided."
old Man Worry, here's where you
ana part company forever!" Betty de-
clared happily to herself. my wish
bones turned to backbone after ALL"
To Alyse Hayes. buying opera tickets
with money earned as special assistant
to the handwriting expert of the Sun.
Day Chronicle, there came a mental mic
ture Of Betty's face when she discovered
the check for 500 and its accompany-
ing character analysis. She smiled
gratefully when she recalled how easv
it had been to turn the tide of the
experts opinion in Betty's favor.
THE END
(Copyright. 1920