The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1913-09-08

and she sat very straight
on the old stone wall. I'm
Mrs. Van de We're, and l have three au-
tomobiles and three maids. just to do
my hair and make me pretty.
And l have long golden hair, and
every one thinks | bleach it, to make
it shine so, but | don't, and my eyes
ere like blue stars and my feet are
tiny and tiny, and I have safes full
of diamonds, and l go abroad on
private yacht whenever | want to, and
my husband adores me and l have
twelve children, every one beauty
and
Lets pretend" said the other lit
tie girl, lets pretend l am beautiful,
too, and rich and everybody is mad at
me for having the most diamonds
and pearls and things, and my hus-
band and l have quarrelled, and, let's
pretend that l am going to forgive him,
but he doesn't know it, and
foot, toot," said the little boy,
shuffling along the red road and kick
ing up clouds of red dust foot, foot.
I'm an engine, great big shiny en-
CINE, and | pull long train clear up
over the mOuntains-tOot, toot, get off
/ the track. here comes the engine
And the old shaggy dog lay in the
sunshine and blinked and paid not the
least attention to the grand lady, in
the checked bingham frock and the
stubby shoes; or to the fine parsonage
in a blue denim play dress, and two
braids down her chubby back, or to
the great engine that puffed right I'M
der his very nose.
But if one of them should start to
fall, "WoOt"! the dog would be there in
minute to call for help or to give
help himself-for that is the nature of
the shaggy dog and he cannot help it.
Lets pretend" How old do we
get before we stop pretending, l won
der? What fun it is-to pretend.
| know man who is as honest as
the day-his word is his bond-any-
where in the city where he lives, and
he pretends, what. do you think?
that he is thief. He tells how much
he made from this deal, and how he
got the best of that bargain, and looks
/ all around to see if everyone hears
him when he talks, He's pretending
like the little boy in the red dust.
| Why be angry with him?
; Sometimes he must be tired of pre-
| tending and longs to look his friends
! in the eyes naturally and as he really
is, but he can't. He has pretended
too long-it's a pity, isn't it?
know a woman who plays pre-.
tend"-she has a husband who neg.
iects her and she is always telling us
all how devoted he is and how dearly
he loves her.
One day l saw a great basket of Ill
les in her house. her husband sent
them 10 her. she said. An anniversary
1T was, think, and had seen her the
day before at the florists ordering the
flowers herself. Yet when she told
me how her husband had sent them
and how good he always was, her poor
sad face lit up and she looked prettiel
than | ever saw her look in all hel
life
/ told her how pretty she was. anG
that 1t was no wonder that her hus
band adored her. and how We all en-
| Wed her-and-yes, why not. why
couldn't l pretend too. if it made hel
happy and me happy too?
Let's pretend-you and l. lets pre-
tend-we're young and beautiful anG
admired The man who once loved
US loves US still; he doesn't show il
very plainly, sometimes he acts as i
some one else-but no, that's all non
sense, how could he when we still love
him so?
Let's pretend the man you love
doesn't do very we'll in business. He:
faithful and honest and he works. Su
somehow some one else always gets il