The morning call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1878-1895, 1894-04-08

suffering with an attack of woman, with
big w. She was never going to marry,
never, and she would carve out career
for herself and be an INDEPENDENT soul.
She would give her life lowell, she had
concluded to give il tn art, as that seemed
to come about as handy as anything else.
And to-day art was very fiat, and her
drawing worse than ever.
Two girls were chattering behind her.
Said one:
you know Dick Tyson. don't you?"
and Phyllis drew her charcoal across her
paper in way that gave squint TO the
Greek deity she was working on.
Hes just come back from Europe. he
called on my aunt, where live, the other
day. ] USED to know him when / was a
little girl, but he's grown lots bandsomer
since then. He's coming to our house for
dinner Easter Sunday, and he said he was
going to our church that day to see my
new. hat. and come home with US after
ward" ana this odiOus girl gigged self
consciously.
SIS he firty?" asked the other. 81
heard he'd grown awfully quiet and dig
nified this last year. Somebody said he'd
been crossed in love-"
''Was be? How lovelyi Don't you love
a man who has really suffered that way !?
1t develops the soul so, think. He looks
just as if he might. He isn't flrty. He's
awfuly quiet. and says polite things just
as if it We're the decent thing to do."
Il think that's just a lovely manner in a
man." and so on, and so on. just as IL in
stead of students devoted to serious pur-
suit OF the good. the true and the Deauti-
full these young persons were ordinary
schoolgirls.
Phyllis was torn with conflicting EN- o.
tlonS, but prominent among them was he
sentiment that the girl who admired Dick
Tyson so much was the silliest thing she
had ever seen In her life. But 1t would be
interesting 10 know something more about
her-whefe she went to church for in
stance.
She gratiied herself in more ways than
one by having the accidental misfortune
To back into that very girls easel and
knock ii over; she then, with her apollo
eles, managed to strike up an acQuaint-
ance with her. The next was Easter Sun
day. What more natural than that the
talk should turn that way, and that the
girl should tell about the music they were
going TO have at st. Elizabeth's?
Easter Sunday that year was a day that
made itself famous. Never was more
weather to the hour. 1t was cold. and it
nlew, and stormed a little, ana sleeted
some. and rained good deal.
Phyllis got III and looked heart brokeilly
out OF her boardlDg-hOuse windou over a
world of wet chimney-pOts. On her dress
absor bed her attention for days, and that
showed more artistic ability than any
master as the league ever credited her
with. She had made il herself, partly be-
cause she knew exactly what she wanted
better than any miIliner could, and she
had very clever fingers and understood
volumes about the becoming, If she could
not draw.
The bonnet was made all OF daisies
great white, yellow hearted daisies-and
there was a daisy pin to fasten the strings
with. There was DO law against her bav-
Ing a bonnet. was there? No one need
attach any Significance to that surely.
Bot il was a lovely bonnet, and now such
Sunday.
The weather was a godsend as matter
for converse ion to the people at the
brea kfast table.
Pm perfectly heartbroken." said the
giddy widow with bleached hair and forty
five years. II shall never dare wear my
new bonnet out to-day, and it's SO lovely !;
only my mllliner said it was too old for
me-"
Dare wear itF' said the Dragon of Re-
spectability. who always fought with her.
II should think not! No one will be luna
tie enough to wear spring bonnet to-day,
and perhaps by next Sunday you'll have
maturedf enough 10 make your bonnet suit
your years"
Don't you think any one will wear
spring bonnets?" Phyllis asked soto voce
OF the good-natured man at her elbow.
lhere was such curious note in her
small, plantlve tone that he turned and
locked down at her with little curiosity,
and then he said, that dear perjured man.
VINO knew that he did not know thing OF
what he was talking about:
vi course they will Many ladies al