The Pickens sentinel. (Pickens, S.C.) 1911-2016, 1914-05-21

world and its people, as she might
have done In another way by pursuing
the time-honored and rather cowardly
plan of entering 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-despite 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 a
single purpose except to close one day
that she might begin the next.
After a 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 a true and unavoidable friend in
Lucerne. It would appear that Mrs.
Rowe-Martin had not been apprised Of
the rift in the Wrandall lutte. 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 (though how she did it, heaven
knows), that Lord Murgatroyd's 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
though it must be said there was real
regret among the men.
From Mrs. Rowe-Martin and others
she heard that Mrs. Redmond Wran-
dali and Vivian were to be in Scotland
IN October, for somebody-or-others
christening, and that Leslie had been
doing some really wonderful flying at
Pau.
81 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 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 shors and
bleak, she found herself thinking more
and more of the happy-hearted, sym
bolic dicky-bird on faraway window
ledge. His life was neither trayesty
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 peyer see
him again. 1t hurt her to think that
while Sara believed in her, the man