El Paso daily herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1881-1901, 1896-12-09
THE GIRL IN GRAY.
Irresistible Impulses Which Called Her to
n Life of Remuneration.

! Irresistible Impulses Which Called Her &c
Life of Remuneration.
Susan earned her daily bread by try
ing on hats in one of the majestic dry
goods palaces of the metropolis. He1
beautiful head. fine eyes, exquisitely re-
fined expression and beautiful figure
had been the source of Il splendid in
come to her. She did not know it, but
nature had been most kind in making
her an ideal model for the millinery
business.
Susan was a gray girl. She was a
perfect poem i'll gray. Her eyes were
deep, twilight gray; her skin the cream
gray of the white flesh about Il blue
birds beak; her eye that drab gray
brown which is noticeable in the eyes
of Welsh girls, and her eyelashes such
a tint of chestnut gray as ornamented
the name of the famous race horse Sir
| William.
Susan was full of gray moods, and her
favorite position was, to sit half bent
over in one of the guests chairs in the
aforesaid emporium, with q Paris crea-
ton upon her fair head, and to gaze out
of the window.
People came and people went, and
| they wondered that such a beautiful
girl was not fairly carried away by
some rich and appreciative wife-hunter,
who had taste for the fine arts. An
artist who went to the shop to sketch
hats and bonnets raved over Susan,
but Susan didn't mind. To all his COM
pliments she only smiled n cold, gray,
far-away smile that could be easily in
terpreted. Susan int rested an author
one time enough to have her question
RI rirl fr,1 Oh ,Jxx-o
wore such a pensive look and seemed
altogether removed from her environ
ment.
She found that Susan was all alone
in the world; that she came from a
good English family; that She was
obliged to cross the ocean to earn her
living; that she cared little for dress
and worldly things.
After becoming better acquainted
with Susan she learned that most of
the girls female relatives had been
nuns
Susan said to her one afternoon, when
they were friends: II have a perfect
horror of ever becoming a nun myself,
but day after day the idea grows upon
me, and l am sure that some fine morn
ing l shall go 10 the sisters and ask them
heredity has called me to that mission.
] think so much about not becoming
q nun that my mind is drawn to them.
and their lives own me.
Il unconsciously read all about them
in publications. 1 follow them about
in the streets; l cast my eyes down
when l meet them, and always speak to
them if have a chance. l cannot keep
away from the nun costume, and every
dress l have is made as near like theirs
as it can possibly be. 1 wonder if it is
hypnotism or thought transference, or
the effect of training, OF what?
DO you know much about mysti-
cism and mental science? If you do, tell
me. Do people always feel drawn TO
do what their hearts tell them not to
do?"
The author could not answer, but was
left guessing, as the girl had been.
One day the author went to the shop
to get a new hat for a swell matinee.
and of course asked for Susan and she
was told that Susan had suddenly be-
come very pious and had given up her po-
sition to do religious embroidery in one
of the technical shops connected with
the church.
ne dulIlOI IllOl Z HUN
the girl until one day, while Investigate
ing Il charity on the east side, she saw
4 familiar figure fit past. Upon look
ing intensely at it. it proved to be Susan.
She smiled, and recognized the au-
thor, and said: And how is it with |
You? l have answered my own ques- |
ton. 1 have proven to myself that each |
individual is given the mental life to |
perceive and enjoy those things which |
bring pleasure and to be able to sacri- |
flee and give happiness to others, and |
the spiritual life an ms SEPARATION point |
ing the way to better life, where the |
only pleasure is in giving up pleasure |
and the only happiness in bestowing |
your Cwn inheritance of it upon those |
who have neither mental perception nor
spiritual inspiration.
when L fought my own soul L was |
nearing a point where my mind would |
have become shattered because my |
mind had not solved the wants of my |
spirit. Now | love that which / hated. |
and hate nothing, and l feel that this is
the highest state n human being can
reach"
And artists and society women look |
in vain for an ideal model in the famous |
dry goods shop to anticipate their ar
tiStic wants.-N. y. Mail and Express.