Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-07-09

finally grasped the fundamental princi-
pie OF the new game, proceeded at once
bitterly to disavow it and all its works.
She struggled to her feet and writhed
fiercely in the grasp of Grace Margaret.
who had hurled herself upon her. Helen
Adeline quelled the budding revolt with
quick authority.
That amt all, Maudie,'' she called.
with great self-possession. There's 9TH
or things-iots. an prizes. An you don
have to be good all the time. you poor.
perishing SOUL. Thus benignly calm,
Genevieve Maude subsidized with a chok
ing gurgle, and peace again bTooded
over the assembage.
You mus be kind an faithful an
live for others an have ideals continued
Helen Adeline, who had now struck her
gait. and was enjoying herself exceed
ingly. An you mus love folks an
have norris
Genevieve Maude nodded contentedly.
She could love folks. of that her passion
ate little heart was very sure. and she
hoped. though with a pathetic doubt,
that morals were something to eat. She
fastened big, interested eyes on her old
er sister, and that damsel opened the
notebook and resumed her discourse.
Here's the book of Your Deeds she
went on. See, it says. 'Genevieve
Mnude's Deeds, an here's the page
where we're goin' to write the good ones
when you do them" She revealed
deeds" she went on, AN we wrote down
all We could think Of There's just lots
and lots. Maudie.''
There were, indeed. She held the close
IL written pages before Geneyieve
Maude's eyes. and regarded with dis
approval the stolid gaze with which the
sinner surveyed them.
You have to be sorry. she explained.
remonstrantly. You can't ever be good
unless you're sorry. Then Your sins
scarlet hnt
She was getting confused. and had her
self a dim suspicion of the fact. hut as
her audience continued to regard her
with full acceptance of this occult chro-
matte irresponsibility, she went on, brave
ly:
Here's two other pages. One says
Prizes an one says Penalties If you
ever do any good deeds, Maudie. Wen
write EN- here, an give you prizes
Isn't that nice? An when YOU do bad
deeds Wen write EN- in all these pages
an give YOU penalties.
Genevieve Maude smiled like a small
! Chinese idol. Penalties was a new
word to her. and conveyed no sinister
suggestion to her artless mind
We're goin' to help you. resumed
Helen Adeline, stimulated by the close
attention she was receiving. We've
got to make YOU live for others, an
save your soul for you. an make it sing
an make your heart sing. That's what
they do in ethical cutter
GeneNieve Maude was deeply interested.
Like phon' graphs?" she asked, eagerly.
Yes: II guess so. Like the phono
graph.
Genevieve Maude was charmed. DO it
now. she urged with fervor. But Helen
Adeline held back from this feat.
you've got TO do some good deeds
first she remarked. darkly Then your
soul II sing. Miss Simpson saws So
| With characteristic optimism Genevieve
| AIaude put her hand on the spot where
she supposed her soul TO be and listened
attentively. Perhaps it was singing evec
now. What did they know about it?
But there was silence sense of hore-
lessness swept over her. Don't know
dood deeds.' she remarked, dolefully.
with quivering lips.
Helen Adelina closed her book and rose.
There was cold fnality in her manner.
That's 'zactly it, she announced.
You never did any. But now you've
got to do some, she added. coming
straight TO the crux of the situation and
fixing her sister with commanding eye.
You've got to start right out in the
world this minute an do good deeds.
That's where Mr.. Sercombe said they
was most needed in the world. So You
go. An when you've done 'em you come
back an tell us, an we'll put EN- in the
book
She opened the garden gate as she
spoke and waved the little Eve out Of
the only Eden she knew. Genevieve
Maude rose obediently and then stood
hesitating, looking down the streets of
the quiet old town, which stretched be-
fore her silent and almost deserted in the
heat of the September afternoon. For
moment more she hung back, her lower
lip dropping suggestively. Deeds of
derring-do might appeal to her. but not
aying the unknown outer VOID
Dunno dood deeds" she repeated,
with paintive insistenee. But Helen
Adeline thrust her forward and shut the
garden gate when she had PASSED
through.