The San Francisco call., 1910-09-25

KITE never does play VIII EN- said
the small girl, stamping her foot.
Il 'rze hate doll babiesr' She had
only seen four summers. but she turned
from q beautiful Lew dolly, that a dot
ing aunt had thought 10 present her
with. 70 tattered fire engine, the one
horse OF which had lost his head and
the other q leg. Rather a strange pref
erence. but Il was her natural one.
shes not exactly a tomboy." q
friend OF the family remarked when
the small girl had reached the age OF
70. ''but she's uncanny-so unlike other
girls Of her age"
She viii outgrow It. I am sure" re-
turned her mother, though she, too.
recognized the uncanniness OF her only
child.
At Is she had been motherless for
tour years Wee peculiarities grew
veloped an Independent attitude toward
mankind that at times appalled, those
around her.
At this period she was one day asked
70 care for her baby while the latter
went out on an errand.
The babyi' she exclaimed. Don't
you know I hate babies? The horrid,
eqUalling little thingsr" Then seeing
the hurt look Oh her relatives face,
Ot course your baby isn't a squalling
one, pUt never DO know what 10 DO
ior tnen. They annoy ME so when they
so unnatural" the relative muir
INJURED, going in search of the maid.
who must be taken from her ironing
20 stay with the baby
At q we find our once small friend
clever, brilliant woman witty and
attractive, but dissatisfied. Always on
ne verge OF happiness. but never quite
n She viii make good marriage, a
Honan acquaintance remarked: but time
gent Dy and she oid not marry. Many
friend. this girl who could swim and
snoot, san boat, golf or paddle a
canoe as wei as If not better than
There were men who thought ner-
haps they loved her. but in some irde
FcFlb2ole way they always Changed
ers that they became disillusioned. and
Tor some reason after a time grew, 10
see her in another light
But why should not men love a girl
oL nus typeE Clever, witty. courageous.
good TO look upon. almost pur.tanIcai
~ ~ her ideals and her attitude toward
She passed one day through a city
watched her swift little walk with keen
admiration, and who was feeling a
strange rush OF happiness coming to him
as he moved along
Il was one OF those gorgeous days In
early spring. when the sunlight was
helping 10 unfold IN all directions the
little green buds upon the trees. The
park was filed with children. whose
voices rang out clearly as they PLAYED.
Ihey were alive with that wonderrtn ex-
uberance that one finds iTS children when
spring IN all Its glo--y bursts upon US.
The man and the girl passed through
tlls Joyous group Of young Americans.
The mans eyes were alight and eager.
as II intoxicated with the vigor and life
OF al about him. Occasionally he patted
gently a curly head which came his way,
and the face beneath the curls would
smile up into his as ne passed along.
The girl, too. was alive to the beauties
OF the day; bursts of new-found glory
were sending queer thrills through her
veins. The man at her side satisfied her.
but she saw not the look in his eyes.
she needed not the stroking OF the curly
head.
A child rolling a hoop came toward
them, her hair, tied with its blue ribbon,
flying in the breeze. The hoop swerved
70 one side. the child after It; then hoop
and child colhded with the woman