The guardian. [volume] (Boston, Mass.) 1901-1960, 1939-01-28
SHORT
STORY

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until she came to
the boulevard, along the side of
which the dignified office building
stood.
The boulevard at this time in the
morning was alive with color.
Young and old ofTice-bound men and
women passed in constant streams.
Cars of all descriptions, perhaps
with trim roadsters predominating,
attracted Ewes beautiful, tired eyes.
1T certainly needs q handsome
young man to make a car" she
mentally registered, as her gaze lin
gered on the occupant of an ex-
pensive two-seater. She was too
tired to think of the name of it, but
knew it was the most expensive car
on the avenue. She also had learned
the name of the occupant, having
seen him at intervals for two years.
He was almos: a millionaire, she
had heard; and if she had not been
too tired the Sunday before, she
would have read in the paper that
he had recently become engaged.
AS Eve neared the office door she
was aware Of Miss Pullman coming
toward her, Lately she had felt that
she could not tolerate Miss Pullman.
She simply detesteG her brown Isle
stockings and low shoes and incon-
slstently ankle-length dress.
She was glad the trim roadster
stopped at that very moment. He
leaned out and SAID cheerfully:
Good morning, you ="
Good morning yourself" she
merrily flung back.
You're not going in there this
morning." he said, playfully sur
prised. Come along with me. It's
so long since I've seen you
Il should say I'm not going in"
she merrily screeched back, know
ing Miss Pullman must now simply
stare and stare.
They were off on velvet-shod
wheels, over the white boulevard,
into the tree-arched avenue beyond.
THANK you so much and so much
for the violets and the candy and the
letters" she said to him simply as
she watched him skillfully manipu-
late the wheel. |
You received them all, then?
They were nothing" he murmured.
She nestled softly against him.
Il have something with me-you
can guess what. But l won't put it
on until we reach the house"
You've really found a house?"
she queried softly.
Yes, but first Wen ride on and
on, and have lunch. Then We'll
come back and find the house in
the twilight"
The table with the white linen and
the cleaning silver was restful and
dainty after the long hot day.
"Your dress is lovely, such a soft
green shade, and of such exquisite
material" he told her softly.
why, that's just what l thought
when | bought it. I thought they
made some mistake, for it really is
very inexpensive.
Were you lonesome for me?" he
asked.
"Oh, so lonesome" she muir
INJURED across the soft breeze that
came n through the window.
THE rest must wait until we
reach the house" he said decisively.
They were soon there, it seemed.
and it was just what she wanted.
They would search no further.
The furnishings seemed to spring
up in each lovely room as they
passed through.
"And now there's this" he told
her, kissing her as he said the
words.
The ring was almost too beautiful
and too expensive.
"But l can we'll afford it, and
there will be more than this-soon.
Now, what would you like most?"
"Oh, just this" she replied, "and
pictures and lovely books and saving
up to travel-and flowers.
"They will be all yours, of
course" he assured her. Look out
side and see where your garden will
be. What will you plant in it?''
AOiC iOOhCn Oul Oii Tic IIlUSL DGdu-
tiful garden in the world.
"Oh, l don't know the names OF
the flowers. Perhaps I'll give them
new names"
well call one after you, Breath
of Morning"
miss Loveman, may | open the
door," twittered Miss Pullman. II
noticed it's been closed all morn
ing, but l have heard your type
writer going so fast" She pushed in
friendly and appraising face.
Il didn't stop to think that l had
closed the door," replied Miss Phil
mans assistant. "Of course you
may open it,"
Shall we read back the typed
matter before you go to lunch?"
inquired Miss Pullman.
why, no; I'd like to look it over
myself, first Still, | suppose it's
all right. My hands seem to run
along, whether | stop to think of
what am writing or not It's habit,
l know"
Never mind" voice came twit-
tering from the closet, tomorrow