The San Francisco call., 1913-09-06

mediate on a method of bettering it.
Under this impulse hope mounted
high in her heart. Ambition was
born. BY candid comparison of her.
self with others about her she real
lied the fact that she possessed an
intelligence beyond the average. The
training by her father, too, had been
of a superior kind. There was as
well at the back vaguely the feeling
Of particular self-respect that be-
longs inevitably to the possessor of
good blood Finally she demurely
enjoyed modest appreciation of her
own physical advantages. In short,
she had beauty. brains and breeding,
three things of chief Importance to
any woman, though there be many
minds as to which may be chief
among the three.
have said nothing specific thus
far as to the outer being of Mary
Turner, except as to filmed eyes and
a huddled form; but in a happier
situation the girl were winning
enough-indeed, more. She was one
Of those that possess a harmonious
beauty, with, too. the penetrant
charm that springs from the mind,
with the added graces born of the
spirit. Just now, as she sat figure
of desolation there on the bed in the
Tombs cell, it would have required
most analytical observer to deter
mine the actualities of her loveliness.
Her form was disguised by the droop
of exhaustion. Her complexion
showed the pallor of sorrowful Wig
lis. Her face was no more than a
mask Of misery. Yet the shrewd OBJ
server, if lover of beauty, might
have found much for delight, even
despite the concealment imposed by
her present condition. Thus the
stormy glory of her dark hair, great
masses that ran a riot Of shining
ripples and waves. And the straight
line of the nose, not too thin, yet fine
enough for the rapture of a Praxi-
teles. And the pinlT daintiness of the
ear tips, which peered warmly from
beneath the pail of tresses. One
could know nothing accurately of
the complexion now. But 1t were
easy to guess that in happier places
1t would show Of a purity to entice,
with a gentle blooming of roses in
the cheeks. Even in this hour of un-
mitigated evil the lips revealed a
curving beauty of red-not quite
crimson, though near enough for the
word; not quite scarlet either; only
red gently enchanting, which
turned ones thoughts toward tender
ness, with hint of desire 1t was
too, a generous mouth, not too large
still, happily, not so small as those
modelled by Watteau. 1t was alto
gether winsome-more, it was gen.
erous and true, desirable for kisses
l-yes-more desirable for strength
and for faith.
Like every intelligent woman Mary
had taken the trouble to reinforce the
worth of her physical attractiveness
The instinct of sex was strong in her
as it must be in every normal WON
an, since that appeal is natures law
She kept herself supple and svelts
| by many exercises, at which hel
companions in the chamber scoffed
with the prudent warning that more
work must mean more appetite. Will
arms still aching from the lifting O
heavy bolts OF cloth to and from
the shelves, she nevertheless was a
pains nightly to brush with the ap
pointed 200 strokes the thick masses
of her hair. Even here, In the sordis
desolation of the cell, the lustrou.
sheen witnessed the fidelity of he
care. So in each detail Of her th'
keen observer might have found ade
quate reason for admiration. Their
was the delicacy of the hands, witt
! fingers tapering, with nails perfectl.