Harrisburg telegraph. (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, May 01, 1919, Page 7, Image 7

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    ' I " When a Girl "
J A New, Romantic Serial Dealing With the Absorbing
Problems of a Girl Wife
By Ann Lisle.
Our first home in the Walgrave
had been only a little court room,
yet for a moment, I thought of it
with regret when I beheld the big,
formal suite Jim had taken for our
return visit. Then the glowing mass
of red roses caught my eye and
warmed my heart. Even if Jim
couldn't be with me on the evening
of our return, he had remembered
the morning's moment of tenderness
and the flowers were sent to tell me
that it held the same promise for
hinv it had given me.
With a glow of happiness that
brightened the whole room, I buried
my face in the fragrant mass, and
as T did so an envelope tucked under
the vase caught my eye. I jerked out
the little card it contained and read:
"Hail and farewell, dear lady ten
ant. All happiness wherever you
There was no name on the card,
but it was quite clear the flowers
were from Tom Mason. From Tom
Mason! And I had been so happy
for a moment, dreaming they were
from Jim!
Then it became suddenly impos
sible to deceive even myself. X
couldn't pretend that I was happy
or even contented with things as
they stood. Reing .Tim's "pal." Per
mitting him to go his own way
while T went mine, watching him
grow daily more absorbed in affairs
of which I knew nothing, left my
life empty of the one thing T needed
to make it rich and full—love.
I sank down in a chair and stared
accusingly at the beautiful red roses
which wou'd have made me so hap
py if only they had come from the
right man—from my Jim
The last two hours had been a
series of disappointments. First
there was Neni's refusal to give in
one inch, to abate one jot of his —I
had to confess it —justifiable ani
mosity toward the Harrisons. Then
the curt message that business would
keep Jim out 'till late —just when
T was counting on the softening in
fluence of our environment to right
things between us. And now the
flowers. Jim might so easily have
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thought of them —why did they have
to come from Tom Mason?
"This loveless existence isn't nat
ural. I can't stand it!" I said grim
ly and aloud.
| Then I got up and hurried into
the bedroom. There was Jim's suit
case and my little black bag. I un
packed my possessions and jammed
them hastily into the gray enamel
bureau. Then I carefully divested
j myself of the hat arrd coat I was
j still wearing, slipped off my dress
j and folded my kimono cosily about,
j me. Next with the utmost care I
| arranged Jim's things in the ehiffo-
I robe. At last there was nothing left
| for me to busy myself with, so I
| voiced my thoughts aloud:
"I can't stand dining alone. I
| can't!" I said.
| Then wildly I began calling up
j folks. Virginia. She was out. Car
| lotte. No better luck. Even Tom
I —to thank him for the flowers. Pat
| Dalton. Rut lie, too. was out. The
whole world seemed gayly dining
I out. Only I was alone.
Hastilv T opened my trunk and
(pawed through it until T came to'
|my best dress—the gray and rose. |
I Flinging it encouragingly across the. I
| bed. I bathed and coiffured my hair
with extra care. Tf T had to dine
alone, at least T needn't look so un
attractive that people would think
IT was—lust what indeed T was
unsought and undeslred.
When at 'ast T had made myself.
as fine as possible. I hurried out to I
the elevator and down to the main
d'ninsr room. At the door, the
-auve captain stopped me:
II "ATadame expects friends?" he
asked. "Madame is looking for her
| "They aren't in this dining room,"
j T stammered, more truthful in fact
than in intent.
I Then I fled. Rack to my room I
| went, and telephoned for the waiter.
There is nothing more desolate in
| all the world than dining Jtlone n
! the unmasked solitude of a big,
I empty suite—unless perhaps it is
I dining alone in the conspicuous soli
j tilde of a crowded hotel dining room.
I managed to make a good dinner,
dragging out the rite of eating as
long as possible. Then T went in
and rearranged Jim's neckties and
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collars with meticulous effort. Next
1 telephoned the newsstand for some i
magazines, and with them 1 estab- j
lished myself in my gray and rose,
elegance in the big living room.
X must have dozed, for when I
woke with a start dawn was creep
ing in through the windows.
As 1 began to adjust myself to
my surroundings, the idea came to
me that perhaps Jim had come in j
and thought it kind to let me sleep. |
Guiltily 1 rose and hurried into thei
bedroom. There was no sign of Jim. j
A sob of fear caught in my throat. |
! And then my eye chanced to light j
lon the china indicator under the]
[telephone. It was illuminated with]
| the words:
i "There is a message in the office
for you."
As I started toward the telephone
!my foot caught in the hem of my
dress. X stumbled and fell. For a]
! few minutes I lay huddled against
| the foot of the bed. wondering stu- j
] pidly and unhappily what the nics- ,
sage might be. More excuses from
I Jn, of course. At last I rose wear
pf. After all there was nothing to
do but 'phone down and see.
To Be Continued.
"Bather a dangerous place to visit
is described in this paper," said a
wag to his neighbor.
"What place is that?" asked the
"Well," responded the first speaker,
"its a historical mansion in the Mid
lands. This is what the account says:
j 'On first entering the hall, the visit
or's eye is caught by a long sword
over one side of the mantel, and hen
drawn to the old flint-lock on the
other side: after which it naturally
falls on the mantel itself, and from
l that to the old brick-tiled hearth.'
I Neither of my eyes would stand that
sort of thing!"—Tit-Bits.
By Virginia Terliunc Van *'c Water.
How would Mildred take the
news? What would be the effect
upon her of the knowledge of Tom j
Chandler's accident?
Such useless speculations haunted ■
Honora for the hour that elapsed
between the arrival of the afternoon J
paper and her sister's return from,
the office.
Mildied had said that she did not ,
care, for Tom Chandler. Vet now i
that ho was injured—was, perhaps,!
going to die—might she not fancy:
that she cared for him? Too often)
girls mistook pity for love. Honora i
was very anxious.
So it was with astonishment and ]
relief that she heard Mllly's voice j
cheerily calling her name as soon j
as the girl entered the front door.
"Here I am in the library:" |
, Honora called back.
Mildred hurried in, her face
I flushed with exercise or excitement.
I "Guess, what's happened!" site said.
Then, before Honora could reply—
"Harold Hilton's in Fairlands! In
valided home!"
"How how do you know?"
Honora stammered.
She was too much confused to
collect her wits. Perhaps Mildred
had not seen the afternoon paper.
If not, what a change might come
over her happy face when she heard
the truth!
"What's the matter?" Mildred
asked, noting her sister's embar
rassed manner. "Oh. by the way,
how are you feeling?"
"Much better," Honora replied.
Then, with an effort—"Milly—did
you see the paper—l mean—have
you heard"
"Yes!" Mildred interrupted sharp
ly. "Wliv under the sun do you
have to drag up a hateful subject
like that just as s-oon ns T get into
the house? T should realty think
'hat you might let me forsrot it if
I can. And right her" and now T
want you to understand that T can
fortret it, and mean to."
"But"— Honora began. Again her
sister interrupted brusquely:
j "I know all that you are going to
say that Tom Chandler mttv be
going to die, and all the rest of it.
Of course, it's all horrible, but why
thjnk of it? And why should T let
it affect me?" The man is as good as
dead to me already—after the way
he behaved! If I had been as big a
I fool as lie tbought me, T might have
gotten mv name dragged into the
I whole disgusting mess. As it is. t
|'nm safely out of it. And Tam glad
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galatea may be used for this style.
The Pattern is out in 5 sizes: 2, 3,
4. f> and 6 years. Size 4 requires
1 5-8 yards for the waist and 2 1-4
yards for the rompers, of 27 inch
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j 10 cents in silver or stamps.
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j address:
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I am!"
"So am I," Honora managed to
Her senses reeled at Mildred's at
titude of mind. Even though she
: thought she knew her sister, the
I older girl had not until now appre- j
j elated what a light, facile nature'
| hers was. Could she really love uny-j
I body, or could she feel anything in- j
j tensely—anything except the grati- j
| ticatlon of heb vanity?
j It was the same old question that
| Honora has put to herself so often. l
] Now she realized that she must ait- ]
jswer it in the negative. Mildred had j
i never loved, perhaps never could. I
I Such being the case, one must, simp- j
| ly make the best of the girl's lack:
jof heart. She was fond of people
who were good to her —until they
I opposed her wishes.
Yet Honora loved her little sister,
j so tried to judge her charitably and
j to rejoice that the painful experi-
I ences of yesterday were so easily
forgotten. Had Mildred been cap
able of deep emotion, she must even
now be overwhelmed and distressed.
As it was, the past was as dead us
if it had never existed.
The older girl had once read a
i sentence that recurred to her now.
II It ran—"Blessed are the women who
, have no deep feelings of any kind.
. They are so much happier and so |
much safer."
Honora doubted the truth of tliisi
I assertion. Mildred might be happy, i
. Could she ever be safe as long as [
, her only passion was the gratilica-i
tion of her vanity?
"Well!" Mildred exclaimed. "You
I. certainly are not an inspiring com-!
, panion."
Honora gathered her scattered
Wits together. "Forgive me. dear,"
i she said. "I was just thinking."
•Slop thin king, or think of mo for
, a moment, won't you?"
"Certainly, Stilly. ram sorry if
.|1 seemed absent-minded or unsym-
I pathetic."
A Now Love
I Mi'dred smiled good-naturedlv.
. | 'Oh, that's nil right," she said with
characteristic nonchalance. "I dare
• say your headache has told on you
. a hit. But what j stnrted to *ay
! when I came in is that llnrold HH
. i ton is back."
"That is nice," Honora mur
mured. for want of a more oH"'"-'
.! comment.
j "Nice! T should say It \va I"
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j During the war women were called
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] and right well did they assume the
| responsibilities and li 1 such posi
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! their strength has been overtaxed,
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i ■I- 1
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Mildred exclaimed. "He was badly
wounded in the leg, and had to go
on crutches for quite a while. Al
though he is lots better, he is still
very lame lame enough to have
to walk slowly with a cane. It
will be months before he Is all
right. And he is here in Fairlands
to stay some weeks with his uncle,
Then, later, he is going to Canada
for a while. His own people live
their —but Mr. Hilton is almost like
a father to him. And Mrs. Hilton
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ST SW owos/re MA*x*r squaw A A p**sarre*/A STT SW
JLIH JroiipMM€.HoM§e
just loves htm too.
"Mr. Hilton told mo all about
Harold's arrival just as soon as I
got to the office this morning. He
: said that Harold had asked about
mo and wants to see me soon. So
I hope to have some good times
i with him while he's here. You see
I wrote to him when he was in
[ the hospital, and he told his uncle
s "I don't doubt it," Honora re
: joined.
i! "Well, I'm lucky in having an em
that my letters cheered him a lot."
, ployer that likes nio as much as
Mr. Hilton does, and whose wife
likes me too. 1 have always been
j nice to her, for I know it pays lo be
j nice to the family of one's rich
i! employer."
>| llonora again forced herself to
I make some suitable comment. She
: was almost awed by the amount of
. diplomacy of which this little eistef
of hers was capable.
(To Be Continued.)