The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1909-09-09
.ANNE'S GREAT
DISCOVERY.
"A Call That Made Her Sure About
Her Own Heart.

Her Own Heart.
BY EMILY HODGES.
copyright, 1909, by Associated Literary
Press.l
you're very foolish and very head
strong, Maisie, and you're going to be
sorry some day." Anne said severely.
She was sitting before the glass, put
ting cold cream on her face, and Maisie
was watching her from the bed.
1t was to pretty Maisie very funny
performance -Anne's nightly comfort
ing of her complexion with cold cream.
She wondered if she would do the
same when she was thirty-six and I'M
married. But she would not be I'M
married at thirty-six. Of course not.
There was Dick, and she was deter
mined to marry Dick, no matter what
Anne or Aunt Hannah said. It was
about Dick that Anne was talking
now.
"You know as well as do,'' Anne
went on, that you are too young even
to think of marrying, and, anyway,
Dick Launt isn't a person you should
consider for one moment" Anne
closed the cold cream box, with sigh.
when you do marry want you to
have some one who is worthy Of you"
us that the reason you've never mar
ried?" Maisie asked innocently.
Anne flushed under the cold cream.
''That was the reason" she returned
steadily.
Haven't you ever been sorry?'' Mai
sic persisted. She wished Anne had
not hidden her face by turning out the
gas-the voice, Anne's voice, told so
little.
I'll don't know that I have been.
Good night, dear" And Maisie had
nothing to do but answer obediently,
Good night, Anne"
But long after Maisie was asleep
Anne lay awake thinking.
Sixteen years-What a long time
that was! She was twenty that sum-
mer, just out Of school, and she had a
pink dress afloat with rufhes. One
day when she had been wearing that
dress she had met Dwight Marshall.
He was good deal like Dick Launt
big, clear eyed, ready to laugh. Like
Dick, too, he was a plain working
man and had come from a long way
off to find work in Hassell. It did not
take Dwight long to fall in love with
the pink dress and her, and it did not
take her long to see it. He was her
first beau, and straightway the world
was made over for her.
But her mother was watch and
ward. She had had to make many
sacrifices in order to educate Anne,
and she was worthy of the best Mrs
Hall did not by any means consider
Dwight Marshall the best, and she
was determined that he should not
have Anne. She appealed to Anne's
pride and reason and after time had
the satisfaction Of seeing her argu-
ments prevail. Anne gave up her
lover. He was hurt, disappointed, bit
terly angry.
''This is your mothers doings," he
said.
mo-" Anne lied proudly; ''it's NINE
You aren't good enough for me-
you'll be sorry for this some day."
he returned. And that was his last
word to her. She had never seen or
heard from him since. She probably
never would again. And now here
was Maisie in the same boat in which
she herself had been. But Maisie's
heart would not be broken. Hers had
not been. There had been times, in
deed, when she was glad that she had
not married Dwight. Maisie would
come to feel the same way about
Dick.
Anne scarcely slept all night.
'That cold cream makes you pale,"
Maisie said next morning. :.'What
makes you use it, Anne? Are you
afraid of wrinl1les?" Anne WINGED, and
Maisie went on wickedly "Mrs Warne
says it doesn't make any difference
how woman looks if she isn't mar
ried or doesn't intend to be-
Mrs. Warne was the young matron
who lived across the street. Because
she and Maisie were very friendly and
she was known openly to sympathize
with Maisie's love affair Anne and her
mother had not called upon her, though
she had lived in the town almost a
year Now of a sudden Anne felt al
most hatred for the gay little woman
who seemed so happy in her married
life and obviously had no need of cold
cream or any other preparation for her
charming face
Anne was out Of sorts all day. Her
painting class did badly, her head
ached. and she tore her walking skirt
by stepping upon it in her hurry to
take car. Tired and utterly forlorn,
she was sitting in her room trying to
repair the skirt when Maisie came
running upstairs and entered painting
with her haste
"Oh, Anne" she gasped, there's a
man in the parlor waiting to see you!
told him you'd be right down.
man In the parlor to see Anne was
almost an unheard Of thing. Yet she
took three stitches deliberately.