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Although her Grammar was Sad, it made no Odds. Her Picture was on many a Button.
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MORAL: <i>Industry and Perseverance bring a sure Reward.</i>
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The Vain Pleasures of the World attracted her. By skipping the Long Words she could read how Rupert Bansiford led Sibyl Gray into the Conservatory and made Love that scorched the Begonias. Sometimes she just Ached to light out with an Opera Company.
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The other Sister was Different.
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When she attended the theater a Box was none too good. Husband went along, in evening clothes and a Yachting Cap, and he had two large Diamonds in his Shirt Front.
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They were Married, and went to live in a Flat with a Quarter-Sawed Oak Chiffonier and Pink Rugs. She was Mae at this Stage of the Game.
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Sometimes she went to a Vogner Concert, and sat through it, and she wouldn't Admit any more that the Russell Brothers, as the Irish Chambermaids, hit her just about Right.
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In the Hey-Day of Prosperity did Mae forget Luella? No, indeed.
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Marie was a Strong Card. The Male Patrons of the Establishment hovered around the Desk long after paying their Checks. Within a Month the Receipts of the Place had doubled.
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TWO Sisters lived in Chicago, the Home of Opportunity.
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Mae bought a Thumb Ring and a Pug Dog, and began to speak of the Swede Help as "The Maid."
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Luella found Employment at a Hat Factory. All she had to do was to put Red Linings in Hats for the Country Trade; and every Saturday Evening, when Work was called on account of Darkness, the Boss met her as she went out and crowded three Dollars on her.
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\[Illustration: THE BOSS; (Description: A woodcut-style illustration showing a man with spectacles and scissors in his pocket handing a coin to another person. Tools including a ruler and iron are visible in the background.)\]
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When she couldn't stand up Luella for any more Car Fare she went out looking for Work, and hoping she wouldn't find it. The sagacious Proprietor of a Lunch Room employed her as Cashier. In a little While she learned to count Money, and could hold down the Job.
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She began as Mary, then changed to Marie, and her Finish was Mae.
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She was short on Intellect but long on Shape.
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<p>Just as busy, the crowded street; <br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 2em;"> Cars and wagons go rolling on, </span><br />
Children chuckle, and lovers meet,— <br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 2em;"> Don’t they know that our love is gone? </span><br />
No one pauses to pay a tear; <br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 2em;"> None walks slow, for the love that’s through,—</span><br />
I might mention, my recent dear, <br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 2em;"> I’ve reverted to normal, too.</span>
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<p>Now it’s over, and now it’s done; <br />
Why does everything look the same? <br />
Just as bright, the unheeding sun,— <br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 2em;"> Can’t it see that the parting came? </span><br />
People hurry and work and swear, <br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 2em;"> Laugh and grumble and die and wed, </span><br />
Ponder what they will eat and wear,—<br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 2em;"> Don’t they know that our love is dead?</span>
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<p>I'm makin' a road <br />
For the cars to fly by on, <br />
Makin' a road <br />
Through the palmetto thicket <br />
For light and civilization <br />
To travel on.
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