The citizen. (Frederick City, Md.) 1895-1923, 1900-08-17
FATE AND
THE LADY.
Showing One Way to Get
q Husband.


fort of the little sitting room, done in
rose and ivory, where the bride and her
friend were sitting.
Never stand up when you can sit
down; never sit down when you can lie
down." chanted her friend, stacking I'D a
pile of gorgeous pillows behind her dusky
head and stretching herself at full length
upon the roomy divan. That's the Sc
cretsof keeping ones beauty, Eliaor. It's
the oriental version of Let Jones do the
walking and by following it expect to
preserve my beauty intact until the prince
arrives. Heaven speed him." she added
- under her breath.
For few minutes both girls were ST.
lent each staring dreamily into the fire
and thinking her own thoughts. Then a
hight sigh escaped from the occupant of
the divan.
Doll stuffed with sawdustT queried
the young wife teasingly.
''Shssh." protested the other, with a
smile in her eyes. she may be, but
don't believe it yet Life is queer,
though" she went on, with touch of
,earnestness Il was just thinking that
tsome people seem to have a pull with
Fate. They have 'intooence' with her
apparently, and things fall into shape for
them all through life. For instance, you
met the man and the man fell in love
with you. You are one of the lucky ones,
and when you're born lucky lfe's as easy
as loafing Now, with me Do you
know what would happen if the prince
should come wandering through West
Thirty street, knowing that in one OF
those inscrutabe looking brownstones
the princess awaited him? Well. I'll tell
you. While he was gazing in puzzled
way from No. to No. 3, trying to decide
at which of the two doors he ought to
present himself, the girl in No. 3-the
one with the sunny brown hair and the
ultramarine blue eyes-woud happen by
mere chance to appear at the window.
lie would see her, and in a moment the
dark eyed princesses-c'est a dire moi
would be forgotten"
The girl stopped speaking and her
friend looked at her half curiously, half
impatiently
"Oh, you goose" she said at last.
Luck! Why luck is nothing on earth
but just making up your mind what you
want and then-getting it. Everything
comes to him who waits is a saying
which ought to be tabooed. IL you Just
sit down and fold those nice, slender
hands of yours and wait for that mink
turban to come to you it may do so, only,
by the time it arrives you'll probably be
more in need of "A bathing suit
"A very Daniel" mocGed Christine.
what you call luck" pursued the
little woman calmly, ignoring the jeer
and speaking with the authority of two
months of matrimony, 81 call reaching
out. Heaven helps him who helps him
self is my MOTTO"
Who'd ever have thought. to look at
her infantile profile with its cunning dab
of a nose and babyish curves for lips,
that she could evolve these great, big
massive thinks"' came in a wondering
voice from the dvan. "She should have
had an iron jaw and long upper lip.
just to give the public tip. 'Tisn't
fair
Elinor smiled demurely.
christine. I'm going to tell you some
thing. It's rather dreadful, and can't
tell Fred, and this is my penance." she
said looking flushed and conscious. "You
must promise never to tell-not any one
not even your husband or
Gross my heart" said Chrisabel terse-
~, "the prince shall never know
After pause Elinor began hestating-
ly: you've seen children who would alb
solutely refuse to play with anything you
could give them except the toy some 9TH
er child was using, haven't you? Well.
some men are that way. Very nice men,
too" she explained carefully.
'They aren't sure of their own taste.
but want to know that some other man
is backing them up by admiring the same
thing. sometimes think" she continued
musingly, that this partly accounts for
the popularity of widows. The Mrs
is like the blue ribbon at the horse show.
It's worn by the prize takers, and the.
timid men, who'd never dare to pick a
winner on their own Judgment, gladly
follow the leader" she ended laughingly
Christine nodded intelligently.
you know how | met Fred. I'D come
up to New York with my head chock full
of dreams of being a great prima donna,
and the fourth floor hall back and the
rest of it were just the necessary steps
leading up to my brilliant future. My
early privations were a standing joke to
me. was Cinderella. with the difference
that my fairy godmother was fully and
anXiously expected | never questioned
my ability TO bring the world to my feet
until one day when | happened to hear
Lucille O'IIara taking her lesson. She
has the voice of an archangel. and |
came away with a lump in my throat and
a black doubt in my heart. ] tried to
practice, but-wel. | made up my mind
to become n singer Of ballads and give
up dazzling the world. felt exactly like
one of those poor little red balloons that
the children blow up and which grow
quite surprisingly big and then suddenly
collapse into small, wrinkled wads of
rubber. noticed two new facts that
night-that there was a good looking
young man at the next table and that the
meal was uncommonly tough Fred had
been staying at the house for several
days but we did not meet until later.
when a friend wrote me that Il college
chum Of her brothers was living at the
same place.
''After that we saw a good deal of
each other. walking talking and reading
together and having nice. chummy times
generally. Then all at once and without
any earthly reason that | could discern
his manner changed. He was friendly
and kind, but not eager. He didn't spend
whole evenings with me now. At first |
was surprised, then angry and then un'
happy. You would have called this bad
luck, but did some hard thinking, and
after awhile began to get little light
upon the perversity of man. Fred liked
me-that he still showed-but | was too
dead easy Mummy's hair would stand
on end if she could hear that slang! He
could talk and walk with me at any time,
and you know how it is yourself with
anything that you can always have when
- Won want il. He was pleasant and pat