Lawrence democrat. (Lawrenceburg, Tenn.) 1884-1925, 1913-07-30
CHAPTER XIII.

The Department Of Correspond
| simply couldn't manage to dress
In five minutes. although Celie, like
the jewel she is, had put out the
simples. gown Mrs Hazard allowed
me and began throwing my clothes at
me the minute appeared. collapsed
into a chair and she pulled the pins
from my hair My face was streaked
with tear-stains where l had cried,
my eyes were red. my nose worse.
Celie looked at me in despair while
the clock licked off the seconds fiend-
ishly-ticked off two minutes, to be
exact-and chatter from the drawing.
room fioatsd up to me through the
open windows. That punctual dinner
gong would sound in Just three min
utes
All Mademoiselle, you are III"
Celie cried alarmed you have been
crying. II you please, will Mademoi-
selle allow me the time for massage?
Mademoiselle is most"
YES, Celie, I'm a wreck" I inter
rupted in English, "and there's no
woman in the world can dress in
three minutes. VIII you ask Mrs.
Hazard to excuse me for this one
evening-if she hasn't already gone
down? Tell her l have a headache;
my head does ache, Celle. Runl II
she has gone down como back quickly
and hook me every other hook and
trust to luck. I'll do my hair while
you're gone"
She was already across the corridor
and | gave my hair a twist, a loop,
stuck pins in, blessed the Lord for
the curls he had given me, and tried
to repair my damaged face with a
smear Of cold cream. had always
read of shining eyes and glowing
cheeks after what ! had just been
through; when a man had given me
his heart, and had kissed me into &C.
knowledging that loved him, besides
making me promise all sorts of won
derful promises l knew ! couldn't
keep. couldn't, couldn't, l couldn't
began to cry again, but l didn't
have time to cry. winked back the
tears and smeared on more cream;
Mrs Hazard appeared.
my dear child" she exclaimed
''What is the matter? Celie says you
are III"
"Oh, it's nothing, but I've been cry
Ing-as you know" / added hastily
land I'm fright, and can't gel
dressed before that gong sounds
don't feel like talking Would 1t bt
too much to ask II might have &
headache and stay here for once?"
"Of course, you may" she replied
alphabetically. Il should have beer
the one to suggest 1t. Ny dear, don
worry, don't-there's the gong! SEM
Celie for your dinner, and if you neeC
me, send for me. Remember there's
nothing to cry about"
She hustled out in her dear, ia
way. heard her speak to Hap in tn,
corridor and my fingers, smearinl
the cold cream, trembled against m,
face at the sound of his voice. Fl,
loved me; he loved me; he loved me
Suddenly something inside me CAV,
way, either in my brain or my heart
I don't know which, and / went for
ward across my dressing-table, m,
greasy face against the dainty pinl
and white covering, and had a rea
cry, a jolly, soul-refreshing weep.
"Ah. MademDiselle ees in re gram
deestress" Celie exclaimed: Mad
emoiselle ees i'll. Mademoiselle a
nevaire-"
knew Celie was in re grand dee
stress" herself when she lapsed int
English. sat up again, wiping tn
tears from my eyes and the greas
from my face.
Get me my dinner, Celie," l sal
between sobs. I'm so hungry. T.
feel better when l eat something"
She looked at me astonished. Sh
knew was not quite hopeless as lon
as was hungry.
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