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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, February 09, 1917, LAST EDITION, Image 19

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mounting flush which she turned
away to hide would have told a less
observant eye than her mother's that
something more than friendship had
crept into her heart.
"No," reiterated her mother, "you
mustn't drop out. You must be able
to meet him and others." t
"If he wants to find me he will. Be
sides I'm not going to Newell Grant's
house to be dependent on them. How
would-you stand with it Mrs. Newell
and I with the girls? As the poor
relations? Mother, we couldn't put
up with it."
"But there's nothing else to do,"
wailed Mrs. Ward.
"Yes, there is. I'm going td see if
I can't earn our living."
"Darling, don't bank on that," and
Mrs. Ward looked dubious. "Do you
suppose you could teach?"
"No, I don't know anything well
enough to even teach ardog to do
tricks'. As for heing a stenographer,
I wouldn't be one if I could. The
woods are full of them, likewise the-
cities, mostly starving to death. I've
got to think up what I can do. Heav
ens! Was there ever a more useless
creature on the face of the earth
than a society girl?"
"You'll cometo my way of think
ing, dear."
"Darling, don't bank on that," and
Brenda kissed the perplexed face and
went out to think it over.
A few days after this Brenda had
to go out to Farborough to attend to
"t some business regarding the country
place, which, had passed into other
hands. On her return her mother
began to tell her of the evening dress'
v she had been planning for her which
really could be managed under a
hundred, and other interesting de
tails of needed wardrobe, when
Breda broke in with: "Mother, you
know that little house of ours up by
"Yes, it's a wonder the creditors
didn't grab that," exclaimed the elder
woman bitterly. "But I suppose It
if we could rent it for a few dollars
a month."
"No, but I think we cpruld live in it."
"Live in it!" shrieked Mrs. Ward in
genuine horror. '"That little old
shack! That laborer's shanty! Are
you crazy?"
"Now listen, dearie," coaxed Bren
da. Tve been looking it over, and
less than $100 will make it real cozy.
I've been to workmen and got the
"What about that horrid sand pile
we'd have to look at all day?" '
"Well, I'd rather look at a sand
pile than the faces of relatives who
are giving me my hoard and keep.
Besides, we own the sand and I may
do something with it."
"While we are residing in that pa
latial abode how do you propose to
provide 'board and keep'?" asked
Mrs. Ward with stinging sarcasm.
"Oh, I'm going to open a little shop
and sell papers, magazines, candies
and all sorts of things to the school
children. It's so near the school
houseryou know."
When Mrs. Ward sufficiently re
covered from a state of speechless
stupefaction to be heard, she said:
"You don't mean you'd have a shop
-in the house?"
"Of course, responded , Brenda
cheerfully. "We would live back of
it and over it."
It was no easy matter to reconcile
the elder lady to the plan, but when
Brenda was determined to try it
alone her mother consented and in""
less than six weeks the Wards were
in their new home and the shop
opened. Brenda had discovered her
self. She was executive and effi
cient The' little house was even at
tractive and the business, though on
a small scale, began to prosper. But
there were days when Brenda won
dered why Blake Farrar never had
found his way to the little house op
posite the sand pile. Perhaps he was
like the others, thinking of those in
his own "set," ior money and posi-
wasn't worth the trouble.- I wonder ition. If he were like that, she told

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