Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-09-18

and laces rose her thin,
eager little face, with the big, dark, long
lashed eyes that were looking Sally over.
Patricia S only beauty was in her eyes, and
she knew it. When her gaze had travelled
from the tip of Sallys satin slipper to the
crown of her sleek brown head, Patricia
drew long sigh and dropped her pointed
chin in her hands.
Sally Fairfax" she said, do you know
how pretty you are!
Sally nodded. "Of course. What are
looking glasses for, and meno That wasn't
what [ meant. Are all my ends tucked in?
Is my skirt straight? And would this rose
look better lower down? I'm afraid it's too
hight will make me look lopsided, but
do hate things tickling my ears
Sally" said Patricia again, ignoring the
question, there are times when | hate you
fercely, because you are beautiful and am
not lust now is one of them. | would give
anything in the world to be beautiful.
"Oh, 1 don't know" said Sally absently,
craning her head over her neck to see the
back of her skirt in the mirror; "beauty
isn't everything. I'd be willing to give all
I've got for your brains, Pat.
mo, YOU wouldn't. There isn't woman
in the world that wouldn't rather be beauti-
full than be-President. Not one! Sally,
you are little fool, you haven't an ounce
of braininess to my pound, but the men
would give more for that southwest dlmple
of yours than for all my gray matter
THERE is one who wouldn't-and the
very one am going to marry, at that
declared Sally gloomily. Stephen doesn't
care anything about my good looks. They
only make him cross because I'm frankly
pleased with them. He says a woman has no
business to exist unless she's clever-plctures
can be bought. He's always urging me to
study and improve my mind. Just as if
had any mind to improve! He knows |
haven't, as we'll as you do. That was why |
was so delighted when your aunt asked me
up here for long visit. 1t is jolly to be with
you, Pat of course; but I'd have come glad
ly even if | had detested you. Anything to
get away from Stephen and his everlasting
theories for breathing spell! If he knew
you, Pat, he'd adore you. You're just the
kind of elusive, clever, provoking creature
he would worship"
And yet you are going to marry him!
said Patricia, frowning darkly at a photo
graph of Stephen on the table.
Family arrangement, dear Pat. Stephen
and | have been brought up to 1t. We are
both pretty we'll reconciled to the idea now.
If only Stephen would give up trying to
make me over, dare say we should get on
very comfortably. To be sure, there are
times when l think | should like Charlie
Roland ever so much better-and he'd be
willing to take Sally Fairfax as she is.
Pat you little brown monkey, why have
you made me think of Stephen? 1t reminds
me that l should have written to him to-
night. And now | haven't time, and he'll
scold me- l can't write decent letter, any
way; my scrawls can't be scrap of pleas
ure to him. But Stephen is conscientious,
and he is bound that | shall be conscientious
too. He writes me a great long, stupid
you'd call it clever, but it's all the same
thing -epistle every week, and insists that
l shall do the same. ought to have written
yesterday; but forgot all about going to
the opera tonight, and put it off.
IF l had lover like Stephen Avery"
said Patricia scornfully, I'D write to him
every day-Id glory in it! Oh, Sally Fair
fax, I'd love to shake you'll
"Oh, do it!-write the letter, mean, Pat.
It's an inspiration. He'll never know the
difference, your handwriting is so much
like mine. I've often wondered why Provi
dence ordained it so, and now | understand.