The Washington herald., 1907-03-26
OLD WORLD AND NEW
BY W. S. ODLIN.

crossed TO the window. resting her head
YEARLY on her gloyed hand. Her glance
Travelled over the great courtyard Of the
palace while Mrs. Hammeil completed
her tour or the tapeslTy-hung walls
He understood English-every word we
said. How intolerably stupid of Us And
auntie said he probably grubbed or a
farm, No wonder these foreigners think
we Americans are rude. We are so Sc
cure and SNUG in our ignorance of their
language that We cannot believe they un-
derstaHd ours"
The sunlight waned. and Penelope knew
that out on the Appian Way tender anne
thyst shadows were settling Why could
not her aunt be satisfied with Rome S
beautiful outdoor life. its drives and
walks? Why must she spend days and
days in musty churches and hideously
garish palaces. She looked back into the
room. Lovely shadows softened the gilt
/ frames and furniture. reds and blues
blended into purple-and the uniformed
figure right-faced abruptly, He had dared
10 watch her as she stood thus at the
window. Well, il served her right for
talking about human beings as Il they
were statues or curios.
That night she wrote In her diary:
'-At~-AN AtANiAN AANAEAtbit 81 sitt GAthh
Palace. Tapestries remarkable. but rather
boring. Bedrooms reserved for various
royal guests reminded me Of Waldorf As
toria. Were not permitted to enter royal
suite, of course, but heard laughter OF
royal children through folding doors, and
hurdy-gurdy playing In what must have
been the nursery. Italy is a place OF dis
Illusions. The natives are learning Eng
lish, the better to do you, my dear"
Penelope Gardiner held of the plate
card at arms length, and studied it crit
ically
Its lovely Pen-you ought to charge
more for your work. You could get it.
you know. Rich women love 10 patronize
girls Ike you"
Who once ate on their plates, instead
OF painting plate cards for them? ] think
VIII charge Mrs Fitch half a dollar
more for each OF these cards. They were
done to match her Italian villa dining
room. You know.
What I do know" pursued Penelope s
caller. ''is that you are going with me to
Archie Hunters studio tea this AFTERNOON.
The way you h,tve shut yourself of from
all OF us, just because your father drop
ped money in the wrong copper mine, is
ineXcusabe Pen-there are so many who
loved YOU in spite of your money and
love you more now because you haven't
any-won't you Gomez"
st. Anthony himself couldn't refuse YOU.
Kathie, said Penelope, pushing aside
her work. Il am going, and what is
more I shall wear my new spring frock.
made over from one that last year ]
might have given TO my maid"
Penelope could say such things without
touch Of bitterness. She seemed rather
TO glory in the fact that she was self
supporting, able 10 face the world which
had promised her so much and then with
drawn its hypocritical smiles.
Through the open door of Hunters
studio came the click of teacups, and a
confused murmur Of well-bred voices.
Jolly glad to see you." exclaimed
nunter, looking up into penelope's gray
blue eyes. Sometimes he had thought
that if he could have looked down instead
of up. she might have said yes" Instead
Of no"
Isn't it good crowd to-day? Yeu
see. 1 had something Special to bring
them You haven't met Lecea yet. have
YOU? Hello there. old chap-I want you
to know Miss Gardiner. You wouldn't
think he was an Italian, eh, Pear Hun