The daily morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven, Conn.) 1894-1907, 1899-08-28

alike, but in reality they talked to Pau
line. not to her The fault lay OF
course with Pauline. The tickle thing,
with her coquettish smile and vain
look
Often the chums admired themselves
in the mirror. Paulines reflection was
that of tall, graceful figure with
slender waist and beautiful face. I'm
der her fair bright complexion sprung
young life. A pair of exceedingly beau
tiful deep, jet-black eyes that attract
ed every ones attention, pretty little
nose a small shapely mouth, encircled
by pair of rose hue lips upon which
dwelt steady, sympathetic smile,
and between them two rows of pearly
teeth, above all wealth of black hair
hanging in two long, thick braids down
her back.
Rosie's reflection was different; a
slim, shapeless figure, with fiat bust,
a salow complexion with small color
less eyes and a pair of dry, angrily
frightened lips But this Rosie never
noticed.
Their dresses although made by the
same tailor, from the same goods, af-
ter the same fashion, nevertheless We're
not alike. Pauline they fitted as
model; they graced her body and every
limb separately, while upon Rosie they
hung as upon pole. This however,
she noticed herself. MY dresses never
fit me-" she told her tailor while trying
them on. But the reason her dresses
never fitted as well as Pauline's was
the tailor's fault, with whom she ''nev-
err had any luck
For Pauline you do your BEST" she
rebuked the tailor She had changed
her tailor more than once, but with no
! Improvement She convinced herself
that for every thing, even for a dress,
one must have luck. She had not luck
enough to find good tailor, While Pau
1 line had more luck than brains.
She would have found an explana-
| ton for all this could she have looked
in the mirror for one minute through
the eyes of another. Had she done
! this, she would also have noticed that
! when Pauline conversed she inspired
| happy thoughts and new life, and to
watch her was delight. While talk
| ing with Rosie one began to feel sad
and melancholy, as chilly as if the win
| ter with its fierce cold were at hand.
V.
Rosie felt inwardly much aggrieved
over all these misunderstanding al
though no one, not even Pauline, was
aware of it, Pauline often noticed that
her companion was lonely and quiet,
and thought that something was dis
turbing her mind. She questioned her
with much interest as to what it meant,
But Rosie made no reply or else
changed the subject, and Pauline
thought that her friend had some do
nestle troubles which she could not
tell Of Pauline herself never kept any
secrets from Rosie but told her every
thing, even of those who were violently
in love with her. and whom she loved
and whom she did not, Even of her
domestic affairs she made no secrets.
AS soon as anything occurred at her
home she ran quickly and told it to
Rosie. IF I shouldn't have you, my
dear girl, know not what l would do!
I wouldn't have anybody to confide my |
secrets to-" Pauline used to say
II don't know, Rosie. what this
means!" burst out Pauline at last. Il
notice more and more that you don't |
behave towards me as in the past, nor |
as / towards you. You have secrets.
You never had secrets from me before. |
Why do you do this? When did I keep |
a secret from you? Why are you SO
changed? You do not talk to me in the |
friendly way you used to-
''It is your own fault, Pauline Rosie
dared to say, and told the whole truth.
you wanted it So
>"Who? l, you say?" asked Pauline
ING, tod &c fnl,1 T111
me immediately" But it was hard for
Rosie to tell. She was sorry she be-
gan, but Pauline now insisted. "Wel,
speak out! Why is it my fault?"
Since you insist, l will tell you"
said Rosie. You are continually in
sulting me. When we are in company
you don't know me at all. You don't
see me; you act as though l were not
present"
If it was hard for Rosie to begin, it
was harder now to stop. The words
slipped from her lips with the rapidity
of a water stream that had broken it's
way through the dam. She accused
and upbraided Pauline with much bit
terness, giving her no chance to defend
herself When Pauline wanted to say
something Rosie exclaimed, wait
awhile, wait! Let me speak first!' and
spoke louder and with more emphasis
than ever. And always the same plea
among strangers Pauline did not rec
ognize her, talking rather with any
body than with her old friend; she
thought Of her sometimes only for po-
likeness sake.
Don't you see? when no one is
around, when no one sees us, then you
are not ashamed of me. I am fit to be
your companion them
Here she stopped. Tired and breath
less she sank into an arm chair. Her
little eyes expressed that satisfaction
which one may expect to see in one who
has successfully revenged an old
wrong by an opportunity awaited for
years.
Pauline lost all her color; she felt
touched falsely accused but to defend
herself she had no words.
you are silent" Rosie resumed
THAT is the best proof for me that
you feel your guilt, that your friend
ship to me is cold and false. You
thought that you could fool me forev-
er l am pleased, very much pleased,
that l have told you the truth at last"
THE truth you say? 1t Is lie a ,