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THE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE.
he added, depositing the basket with its contents on the table.
Mrs. Gilman smiled her appreciation, and the old grandfather stood rubbing his hands together in a little deprecatory fashion. The sick girl's hunger found expression in her eyes.
Meanwhile Euth walked slowly back to her desk, and leaning on it, buried her face in her hands. Her humiliation was complete. In spite of all her attempts to hide her poverty, the occurrence of the morning had made it appear even more abject than it really
was The conduct of the two young
men had wounded her to the quick. She had not expected Harry Thorne would go away without speaking to her. Eichard Lee's conduct had hurt her pride, but Harry Thome's wounded her heart. " The head librarian, passing at the moment, saw Euth's attitude of utter dejection, and stopped to inquire if she were ill.
; "Yes," Euth replied, and the whiteness of her face and the trembling lips showed how much she was suffering.
"Go home," he said kindly. "And don't come back tomorrow unless you are feeling better."
"Thank you," replied Euth, and she went slowly to get her hat and coat. Once alone, she gave vent to her tears, and it was some minutes before she was sufficiently composed to go out.
She was anxious to find out how Mary was, and directed her steps toward her home. At the corner she saw Eichard Lee, but he merely touched his hat with averted eyes, and did not even observe that she failed to return his salutation.
On reaching the door of the house where. Mary lived, Euth was surprised to see Harry Thorne going down the street, and wondered what he was doing in that neighborhood. She went to Mary's room, and found her alone, for the old grandfather had gone out for coal to cook the dinner that Mrs. Oilman had promised to come back and prepare. " Mary had revived "wonderfully, under the doctor's ministrations and a
ONLY A ROSE.
little wine that Harry had brought, and was able to tell Euth all that had happened that morning.
As Euth looked at the provisions on the table, she spied something white, and attached to it was a card.
"For Miss Euth," read the card.
It was only a rose, but it made the young girl's heart beat fast, for she thought she understood its message.
The following evening was Euth's "late night," and all that day she had been watching for the appearance of Harry Thorne. As he did not come, she thought she had not read the message of the rose aright; but when she reached the street, on her return home, she found him awaiting her at the foot of the library steps.
"It is late ; will you let me walk part of the way home with you?" he asked humbly.
"All the way, if you like," was Euth's soft reply.
That evening Mrs. Oilman sat by the table in their small but cosy living room, and listened to the two young