Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1908-08-31
The Importance of Theodore

"You are the most selfish, conccited
girl ever heard OF, Theodore Patten!
You never do thing to help any one,
and you act as if you We're the EN-
press of China, or somebody that we
all had to bow down to and worship
DO you think nobody else has ever
been anywhere or done anything but
just you? You boast and pose and
strike important attitudes, while If
you only knew Oh, you think of
nothing but yourself. You"
Theodore pulled herself free. She
was so angry she felt sick, but she had
self control enough not to reply. She
ran down the hill back Of the hall to
the little bay, slipped into one Of the
rcwboats, and roWed out toward the
sea with long, furious strokes.
The exertion helped to calm her, and
by the time she had gone a mile along
the shore she was ready to think. She
crossed her oars and drifted in with
the tide. Theodore had rare power
for girl of looking on all sides Of
question. She remembered the jokes
at her expense, the arguments against
her theories, even the laughter away
back that first day. Rose had not
burst out at her just for this one af-
| fair Her speech was plainly a Gull
mination. They all thought her con-
cnitcd and sclf-ccntered
"I>ut am |, really?" murmured the
| poor girl Ought not one to act as if
one were somebody if one really
We're? What would Carolyn herself
have done
! The answer trod on the heels of the
| question. She would have been fish
pond, fisher and fish itself if she had
thought it would help the cause. But
| Carolyn was just little country girl
| "If | only knew how some girl in a
| fine position in New York would dOn'
she iamentcd, still clinging to her de-
| fusion that there is one code for the
| country and another for the city.
| 1t was Il drcary day. Theodore did
not go near the hall again till night
Then she sat down in the shadow Of
some trees. There We're crowds of
people. The girls, no longer tired
We're whisking in and out with trays
| of ice cream or glasses of lemonade.
Carolyn was talking to people, not at
all like a mechanical committee MEM
Der, hut in her simple, friendly way.
GLOW pretty she looks" thought
Theodore, creeping a little out of the
shadow.
| After 2 while Carolvn disannearel
rhao,ara ,,I, nm LII III t,,I,,e.,,t..
| 4H"ouold tould no. ST. tHe thoughts
of the morning out of her head She
was really 4 girl of GOOD disnosition
| CO., II, IT., ~.
sae had o hee en-, spoiled all her IRE, ana
herself by. Now she was struggling
Tor a standard. :.
"Hush.' murmured the crowd. A
violin had sounded softly. Theodore
t,r,,h,, LIN a,,at 4.ain, .,.l. IL
turned Her Eyes traVeled across me
little green, with its gay lanterns and
chatterng crowd, to rest on the darl,
nveroreen bedoa Tbare IN . faint
N'i sisrn ii'use' lheie III iain'
spot OF llght Carolyn stood and played,
| 'Ahi" said the crowd 1t was the long
drawn sigh that follows the silence given
to beautiful music. Carolyn had played
with. tine tenderness and skill Of the true
musician. Theodora musical herself
knew what years Of loving patient worl;
lay behind those thrilling notes.
who is that" asked lady in front of
Theodore, as Carolyn retired after her
third recall.
Carolyn Ulrick,' answered her friend
You know her father, Martin Uhick. the
writer, Her mother is old Mrs. TysCns
shes Il charming-looking girl
"She's rs sweet as a flower She has
spent al her life either in New York or
London among the most famous people
yet she is as simple and modest if she
knew nothing of the world. She's been
keeping her grandmother company the
last two years.
Theodore stole away back to the dark
and hid in u little cave of giant rose
bushes.
"OI. what n fool I've been might
have guessed it some way. How Carolyn
just ptics me-
The big, far-off stars began to make