Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-09-24

New Nork-seycn ronth> of the year at
least and She was beginning to learn with
reluctance that before long only their sum
mcrs could be spent at Glen Irwin
On certain afternoons Camilla sat IN the
library downstairs with her embroidery
frame tShc ALWAYS seemed 10 hc sewing
now, her lap covered with thin tlimsv tab
re the borders OF which She was cnIsclish-
ing. They Were tiny pieces OF material,
apparently shapclcss: but from time to time
she held them at arms length before her,
her head on one side. and smiled approval
of her oNn handwork. II was here that
left liked to tinI her. thus occupied He
had not even contracted the habit of stop
ping at a club on the way tip town. and TN
less he was detained ON important matters
she knew uhcn she would hear the sound OF
his key in the latch outside.
Mrs Wrav had made it known that she
was not at home, except /" the chosen few.
The General came on certain days tor his
todlv GLADYS on the way home from "tca
ing it. Mrs. Rumscn, Dolly llavlland, and
Rita Chcyne, each for a peep behind the cur
tain.
u TIA CHEINE came oftcnest and stayed
N longest She had no social responsible
ties. She claimed, except that OF seeing the
small garments in Camilla lap made Sue
cessfulv She was hopclcSsly bored, more
dcmurclv cheerful. more buoyantly pessi
mistic, than ever.
What iov it must be, she sighed. "to
have an object in life. My objects are all
subjective. have a dreadful fear that I'm
getting to he philosopher.
Camilla bit Of her thread and smiled.
u lutonic;" she asked,
I'm afraid So | used to take such dcs-
pcratc fancics to people! | used to want to
make people like me, whether they wanted
to or not. Now I'm really indifferent. |
actually don't care whether my hat is on
straight OF not It's such pity. | used to
like to be sveltc. fluffy, and s1nartly groomcd.
didn't mind suffering the torturcs OF the
rack. if | knew | was effective. Now I'm
positively dowdy. don't care what wear,
so long as I'm comfortable-and I'm actu
ally getting fat Camilla. The horror of it,
Camilla looked up at the exquisite after
noon frocl which fitted her slender figure
as only one made by rttrian could and
smiled yes Rita, positively corpulent.
It's a pity. You really had 4 good figure
once.
THE worst of it is that don't seem to
care" she went on, Obvious. | used to love
to dress for moods for my moods and for
solve every problem that came TO me- Art,
she shifted contemptuouslv. Art in a wo-
man is merely a confession OF nctficiencv.
used to think that Art was immortal. Now
| find that only Nature is.
Camilla lifted the tiny sack with its alb
st,rd blue silk cuffs, and examined it with a
satisfied air When she had finished she
leaned over to Rita and whispered with the
air of an oracle, "Nature is immortal"
1T is your right" she sighed; but its
nv nature to be merely mortal-and I'm
going to die very hard. | must continue to
hide my nctficicncics by Art.
"Iou'rc not inefficient Camilla cor
rested: you're merely feminine, extrava-
gantly feminine.
YES, feminine; but not womanlv. oh,
| know what am" she concluded fercelv
you're a darling" said Camilla softly.
You re very much more womanly than YOU
want people to think YOU are. Why should
you take such delight in these" Camilla
laid hand on the wicker basket beside her.
Rita took up one of the tiny garments and
examined it With minute interest Its
very pretty, ism t it, But quite silly. Imag
inc anything SO tiny. What a lot of trouble
you take! And you've made them all Your