The Forrest City times., 1914-06-12

world and it's people, as she might have done in another way by pursuing the time-honored and rather .cowardly plan of entering a convent. she was soon to discover that success in the undertaking brought deeper sense of exile than she could have imagined herself able to endure at the outset. She found herself more utterly alone and friendless than at any time in her life. The chance companions she formed at Interlaken-despit a we'll meant reserve-served only to in crease her feeling of loneliness and de- spair. The very natural attentions of men, young and old, depressed her, in stead of encouraging that essentially feminine thing called vanity She lived as one without an aim, without single purpose except to close one day that she might begin the next
 After time, she went on to Lu- cerne. Here the life on the surface was gayer, and she was reused from her state of lethargy in spite of her self. Once. from her little balcony in the National, she saw two of her old acquaintances in the chorus at the Gaiety. They were wearing many pearls. Another time, she met them in the street. She was rather quietly dressed. They did not notice her But the prosperous Hebraic gentlemen who attended them were not so careless
 One day a card was brought to her rooms. For the next two weeks she had true and unavoidable friend in Lucerne. 1t would appear that Mrs. Rowe-Martin had not been apprised of the rift In the Wrandall lute. She had no reason to consider the exclu- sive Miss Castleton as anything but the most desirable of companions. Mrs. Rowe-Martin was not long in finding out CthOugh how she did it, heaven knows), that Lord Murgatroyds grand. niece was no longer the intimate of that impossible person, Sara Gooch. She couldn't think of Sara without thinking of Gooch
 But at last Mrs. Rowe Martin depart ed, much to Hetty's secret relief. but not before she had increased the girls burthens by introducing her into a cold-nosed cosmopolitan set from which there were but three ways of es, cape. She refused to marry one of them. denied another the privilege of making love to her, and declined to play auction bridge with all of them. They were not long in dropping her, al hn regret among the men.
 From Mrs Rowe-Martin and others she heard that Mrs Redmond Wran- dall and Vivian were to be in Scotland in October, for somebody brothers christening, and that Leslie had been doing some really wonderful flying at Pau.
 'I am so glad, my dear,' said Mrs. Rowe-Martin, that you refused to marry Leslie. He is a cad. Besides. you would have been in a perpetual state of nerves over his flying"
 Of Sara, there was no news. as might have been expected. Mrs. Rowe Mar. tin made it very clear that Sara was a respectable person-but heavens!
 The chill days of autumn came and the crowd began to dwindle. Hetty made preparations to join in the ex- odus. As the days grew short and bleak, she found herself thinking more and more of the happy-hearted, sym bolic dickybird on a faraway window ledge. His life was neither a travestv nor tragedy; hers was both of these
 Something told her too that Brandon Booth had wormed the truth out Of Sara, and that she would pever see him again. It hurt her to think that while Sara believed in her, the man