The Press., 1908-01-08
AppearanceS to
 The Contrary.
By CECILIA A. LOIZEAUx.
Copyrighted, lsU, by E. 0. Parcells.


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 Mrs. Holton entered her sister Su- sans room and, sinking into the near est chair, undid her collar. This was preparatory to the rite, sacred in Mill town, of dressing for the afternoon. Susan, who, notwithstanding the fact that she had just returned from an art school and did not deny being artistic, refused to be called Suzanne, was do- Ing something to her face, with the aid of a hand glass and many unbecom- ing grimaces.
 "What are you going to wear this afternoon?" inquired Mrs. Holton in an elaborately careless voice.
 "Nothing-that is, I'm going to wash my hair, since there is not place in this metropolis where I can have it washed for me-"
 "But, Susie, not in the afternoon! There will surely be callers"
 "Just say I'm not at home and don't bother" said Susan, drawing out her hairplns and letting her red hair down over her yellow and brown and tan kimono.
 "You forget that you are not in New York" said her sister sharply. Do try to forget that you have been to art school and be decent to people. Not at home won't go here. Every one in this village knows that you are at home, for you couldn't possibly get away without some one seeing you go. And, anyway, I asked that MT. Bates over to call on you."
 :'Kind of youi What MT. Bates?" asked Susan, dropping her comb and stooping to pick it up.
 "Mrs. Barton's nephew. He's from the east somewhere, and he has the incest manners. I thought maybe you would like to have some one come who is little more like the men you are used to-" she added.
 T would," said Susan emphatically, ''And it was nice of you to think of 1t. Perhaps he'll come late in the after noon and my hair will be all dry. I'll hurry!" And she ran down the hall and slammed the bathroom dooT after her.
 '"There's something familiar about the name," she said to her face in the glass while the water was running. "And-and don't particularly want to zee any more of the Bates clan-but If, Bessie should find that out she'd never let me forget it. So I'll see her MT. Bates and try to get interested in this place."
 She played croquet with her little niece while her hair dried, and tho latter half of the game brought her Into full view of the street, She got gaudy ball with care and precision against the little post, and whilo slp knelt a young man walked up th8 straight walk to the front door.
 And so 1t happened that three min lteS later as she entered the sitting room, with her glowing, wind blown hair and flushed face, she was just tn X lime to hear her sisters company voice" say:
 Come right out into the sitting ;Oom, MT. Bates. It's so much cooler here"
 She gained the stair closet just In lime and softly pulled the door shut \ after her. And then, safely hidden, she jailed herself goose. !
 ''Why didn't you go back out into the < yard and reach your room by the lad Ter? No one but Bessie would live ilr1 ] house that has no back stairs" f
 She hoped the caller would not stay l Qng, but she knew there was no tell, ng what false hopes her sister would I told out to the young man to keep him lntil Susan should appear. She did I lot know that Susan was in the closet, ! md if she had known it she would not 1 lave known how to get her out of 1t.
 But if she had one grain of sense, which unfortunately she has not, sor he'd not be trying to make. match or me, she'd know that I, presumably D the back yard, could not get to my f oOm in any way save through the | lace where they are sitting" F
 The closet was small, airless, dusty | nd full of odds and ends. Susan hard y dared move for fear of knocking Vu45I44A& AQWA.
 Mot that I care for being discoD-- red," she reasoned, flor that would erve them both right, but l do not are to bring Jim's golf sticks or h. Han clubs down on my defenSeless cad. I'm not much of club woman" he searched cautiously for a keyhOle nd found none.
 'Of course not" she muttered dis T am denied even the small omfort of watching the dlsmay on 'essie'S face as fail to appear. So
 must think upon my sins and be atient. presume
 She sank back on her heels and lopped her hot face with one corner her kilnono. "I hope it doesn't ade." she thought. Presently she rested her forehead on CT knees and forgot time and place nd heat and discomfort. Her 4oughts were. busy. .. .s..
 'I suppose he and Maude Forman re married by this time. wish ! new how that happened. He always lid he did not care for her baby kind prettiness. It must have been her llent.. No one can deny that she had le rest Of US beaten all hollow. hat little characterless, baby faced ling could paint better than Dan him. slf."
 "Maude knows how I feel about it. nd so does he. That's what hurts le worst. could not help showing
 that last day. And she-there was lch triumph in her silly little face hen she came out of the studio, and g knew she, had got the prize. She oked at me. and then she walked raight up to Dan. and they forgot I as there Oh, the humiliation of it! nd then old Carton had to cap the imax by telling me that I never ould make an artist. I knew it we'll lOugh. All wanted was If he'd