The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1910-11-22
THE EVENING STORY
MONDAYS Child.
(By Temple Bailey.)

Everybody had spoiled Grace. She
had been such a pretty little girl. "But
what could you expect?" her silly lit
tie mother had said "she is Mondays |
child, and fair of face
1t seemed as if that struck the key
note of Grace's existence. Her fair
ness, which developed as she grew
older into radiant beauty, was the |
excuse for everything. Bad temper,
Incidence, were overlooked because
Grace had golden hair and brown
eyes.
AS she grew to womanhood, men
and women bowed before her. At
school boys fluttered after her like
butterflies about a rose. The girls
adored her while they envied her, and
so Grace went on, little queen sur
rounded by her subjects.
1t was not until she met Jack Mar
tin that she began to realize that
beauty is not everything. 1t took her
a long time to come to this decision.
She wondered why she could not sub
jugate Jack. He was never among
the circle of her admirers.
The climax came at a dance at the
Country club. Jack Martin was the
only man with an automobile in the
little suburb where they both resided.
Grace. as the acknowledged belle of
the community, felt that it was be-
meath her dignity to go in hired
the elegance of the Martins motor.
Therefore, she smiled her sweetest at
Jack Martin every time she met him,
and was rewarded by having him take
little Lille Lane, whose straight hair
and salIow skin. gave her no claim to
loneliness.
AS the days went on Jack Martin
was seen often with Lille Lane.
Grace could not understand it. She
wore pale blue gowns, and lavender
gowns, and pink ones, and was COM
placently aware that her beauty
bloomed delicately in all of them,
yet Jack Martin paid no more atten-
ton to her than to the goldenrod
which grew at the roadside. She
concluded that she must make some
effort to swing him away from his
Indifference. She studied his habits,
and found that he took long walks
in the early morning. The object of
these walks, Lille Lane said, was
the sight of the sea at dawn. He was
painting a picture and he carried ms
camp stool and easel to bluff that
overlooked the beach.
1t was not easy for Grace to get up
early but one October morning she
sailed forth in the gray light she
wore a gray sweater and gray skirt,
rosy chiffon. She was a spirit of the
dawn personified. She came upon
Jack Martin silently, and as he
turned and saw her he gave a start
of surprise:
told him confidently.
How did you know I was painting
it % he asked.
Lille Lane told me-
His face frightened. ooh, Lillie!"
fully herself; have you seen her
miniatures ?"
NO" Grace answered coldly.
'She is a wonder, Jack stated.
facJ e13A &c n o crTaaf
and Wen be proud to know her."
"I don't see anything very wonder
full about Lillie,' Grace remarked,
"and she certainly isn't pretty"
shoulders, doesn't count much in
| these days"
was a new point of view.
srWhat does count?' she demanded:
ooh, brains, personality. charm"
he said, picking up his brushes.
s'I.illie Lane has all of these. I think
she is not appreciated in our town,
| however"
"Perhaps not" Grace admitted,
DULY. she felt miserable. She did
| not know what was the matter with
her except that her world was upside
down.
and presently Grace said: Perhaps
! had better go away; you're busy"
perhaps you had" was his discour-
aging statement.
She stood up disconso1ately. II
see - she said somewhat timidly. 81
wish that there was something I could
dc that was worth WHILE
For the first time he turned and
| looked at her with interest. There
are lots of things" he said briskly.
| "You ought 10 be able to take up
| music or singing. 1t seems to me
| that you nave some talent IN that
| line
self on her nice voice. It was not
big voice, but she had been able to
! charm her followers, and that was
all she cared.
But this man demanded something
| more of her. She said goodbye, and
went away slowly, unaware that his
eyes followed her. and that a little
smile dawned in them.
| The next day she sought out Lille
LILLE" she said. you seem to
make life worth living-tell me what
| 1 can do
Lille was enthusiastic, and while
! she talked of her painting Grace was
/ forced to admit that the dark little
girl had much of charm in her manner
and face.
| mo wonder Jack Martin loves her."
she thought. "She is just sweet"
Lille was a great help to Grace
She showed the spoiled beauty that
| there were other things in the world
| besides admiration and adulation.
A lack Martin who has made