Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-01-01

But the fact that il vas All Incompetent
sible treasure brought from strange land
by EmmyS great-uncle frightened her
This Uncle Roger was the most forbidding
rerson Susy had ever seen-old. old
with white hair and face all brown
and wrinkled. She had always feared
him. and now recalled how Oh certain
dav. when she and Emmy were playing
near his chair, he had cried in snap
ping voice:
..Oh. this drivei about the delight TO he
found in children. COMPOUNDED little
pests they drive Inc frantic, King
Hcrods example might be followed occa-
sionally with good results
Susy knew her Bible we'll King Iierod
had killed children.
No-she could not teI-she could not
she could not. So began her double life
During several days following. she had
to listen to much about the green bottle
and FrauIein. Her mother and father
smoke OF the matter frequently. In
Susy's heart the consciousness OF her
guilt deepened hourly She felt sorry for
Fraulein. but not sorry enough to confess.
for she excused herself by saving that
had she known how precious the bottle
was she would not have touched il.
But an experience that left its mark
upon her happened Wednesday afternoon.
This was chance meeting with Emmy
and F'raulein in Washington Square.
Frauein was sitting quietly beside
Emmy, who seemed to have no heart 10
play. How said she was. poor Fraulein,
How she kept pattng Emmys mitten
while her eyes looked far away. But
oh. the unguessed Goals OF fire, when
Fraulein had beckoned to her-to Her.
the secret enemy-and tried to push into
the pockets of her coat more than a dozen
peanuts quite hot. Without speaking
S,Isy refused this gift. She pushed the
PEANUTS back into Frauleins lap and
walked very quickly away, her vision
dmmed.
This occurrence destroyed her argu
ments for self-excuse and left her con
science Smartihg. Her guilt hogan TO
haunt her. as with an christening air she
sat among people al home and at school.
y persistent ache that licked like
clock somewhere inside OF her. gave her
no peace. aud little, little voice kept
speaking to her after this fashion:
Poor Fraulein was always good 10 YOU,
Slisy. How lovely She was when she
She never bothered. didn't keep saying.
Don't do that and Come here Then
that day when she took YOU all the way
Ia the Battery on tire elevated train,
And have you forgotten the Eden Musee.
and the lovely tea she gave YOU after.
ward
Rlt though tormented in this way. Susy
persisted in her deception and guarded
1ol
she mingled with the innocent and light
hearted.
Friday Was STORYTELLING day al school,
day usually much loved 10y her. but
this week she was not I'm a mood to enjoy
anything. She scarcely listened. until a
phrase from an old legend read aloud by
her teacher aroused her. This was about
a young prince. who though beautiful TO
look upon. had done many and secret dark
deeds. One blustery midnight. when his
horse had almost plunged him over n
clir. girl as fair az an angel had risen
in the road and by a magic word had
auieted the animal. Through love for her
the regeneration of the wicked prince vas
begun, but he did not feel himself worthy
even to touch her hand until by renuncia-
ton and self-chastisement during a long.
lOnefN year III his Sed-enctfcleu castle ne
had purged his soul of sin.
Susy asked many questions about the
self-immolation of the prince by which he
was purified and made happy. After re-
Election the matter was summed up to her
intelligence in one fact. that by doing
none of the things one liked. and only
doing those which one could not possibly
care about. one might feel happy and
good again. She could not live in bitter
herbs as the prince had done: she was
afraid to cut off her hair: she had
damp dungeon to sit in: she had never
seen hair shirt and had no money -
go shopping for one. However, she would
do what she could By luncheon the next
day she had quite made up her mind.
Her aversion to soft-boiled eggs a
messy was family tradition. On this
day there were soft eggs for Genevieve.
but a big baked potato, with plenty of
butter. pepper and salt, had been prepared
for Susy She had never loved this faky.
steaming dainty more than she pushed
voice:
II want some soft eggs, please.
Mrs. Givarry. who had listened mysti-
fed, shook her head.
II want them soft Sunsy insisted.
The messy kind. like Genevieves.
What has happened to Susy. do you
SUPPOSE Mrs. Gilvarry asked Margaret
later