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EVA'S FIRST STORY
By Florence Lillian Henderson.
"Come to bed, dear. It is get
ting late and you look all tired
"I couldn't sleep a wink,
mother, until I have my work
done. You know tomorrow is a
holiday, and I want to get every
thing out of the way to give all
Her Visitor Stammered and
my time to you, dear," replied
Eva Dorrance brightly.
"Always thinking of me,"
sighed Mrs. Dorrance, a widow
and an invalid ; but her eyes were
humid with, gentle affection.
"Oh, dear! I wish I was not
such a burden. I know I could
manage, if you went back to work
at your old position."
"Not a step!" cried Eva posi
tively. "My duty is right here
with you, and I shall not leave
you alone until you are perfectly
strong and well."
Mrs. Dorrance kissed her loyal,
thoughtful daughter, and left Eva
alone. She looked out upon the
deserted city street. The snow
drifted midnight was burning
like day, and the trees seemed to
have stripped themselves like
athletes to battle the wintry
storm forces. Eva shivered
slightly as she thought of the
long uncertain frost-bound
months before her, for fuel and
clothing were hard to provide,
with her small wage earnings.
"Oh, it will all come right,"
she declared buoyantly. "I must
get more extra work."
Eva had been compelled to give
up a steady position so she could
nurse her mother. This had made
it necessary for her to obtain
copying to do at home. She had
found a public stenographer who
did considerable occasional work
for writers and lawyers. Eva's
pleasantest copying was that of
some stories written by one Den
zil Worthington. One day, while
Eva was waiting for work at the
office, she had been introduced to
him by the manager. They had
quite a chat. She was pleased to
thus really know a story writer,
her ideal of human intelligence,
and he was interested in the
brave, struggling working girl.
Once he had come to the Dor
rance apartment. He had a hurry
call for a special article and dic
tated it while Eva wrote, and