New Britain herald., 1915-12-11
''It Takes One Woman to Dissect
 Another


 | 'Marvin!"
 The conductor shouted the word as the train drew LTD to one of the most forlorn looking railroad stations it was ever my lot to sec
 Dicky and I rose from our seats, he with subdued excitement, I with a | feeling of depression. For the girl who had claimed so much of our attention on the trip from New York was getting off at Marvin after all.
 I remembered the bargain I had made with my conscience concerning this beautiful woman whose face and figure were just what Dicky wanted for the illustrations he was doing for Fillmore.
 If she gets off at Marvin" I had said to myself, TT will tell Dicky that I know she probably needs the money he would offer her for posing, instead of being the girl of wealth he thinks her."
 What do you know about that?" Dicky exclaimed, as he saw her go down the aisle ahead of us. 'She also is getting off here. I wonder who she Is ?"
 "Listen, Dicky," I said rapidly. Walk ahead, see in which direction she goes, and ask the station master if he knows who she is know something which I will tell you when you have done that. Perhaps you may have her for a model after all"
 Dicky gave me one swift glance of mingled surprise and admiration, then cid as I asked. As I followed him down the aisle and noted the eager ness with which he was hurrying to try to discover the girls identity I felt a sudden qua1m of doubt. Was really doing the wisest thing?
 ''Her Names Draper
 There was no time for drawing back now, however, Dicky had passed the girl and swung himself from the step of the car in front of us to the platform before the train stopped. I saw him standing near, the station master as the girl alighted. I was right behind her, and heard her answer to the question of the driver of the automobile bus.
 "'Bus, Miss Draper? You're quite a stranger.
 ''Not this time, Sam. Yes, I've been away quite a time''
 Her voice was as attractive as her presence, rich and musical, but it held that same effect of curious aloof- ness her manner had betrayed in the train. I had never seen a woman so perfectly poised. Her reserve would be hard to break through I inwardly commented, even though her refusal to take the bus confirmed the opinion I had formed as to her need of money.
 As she swung off down the village street with her travelling bag in her i hand I had a quick, vague vision of a soldier gallantly facing an almost hopeless battle. There was some thing about her which appealed strongly to my sympathies, although to the careless eye no one could look less in need of sympathy.
 waited quietly on the station plat form until Dicky rejoined me.
 "Her names Draper" he said. sThe station agent doesn't know much about her, except that she visits a mer. He never saw her here in winter mer. He never saw here in winter before. I got Mrs Germans address, 329 Shore road, called Shore road be- cause it never gets anywhere near the shore. Much good the address will do me, though. Jueer she didn't take the 'bus It must be mile to her sisters home. She's probably one of those walking bugs"
 "She didn't take the bus because she could not afford it," I said quietly.
 Dicky stared at me in amazement. 'How do you know?" he said finally. Do you know her? No, of course YOU don't. But how in creation-' sarhat Can Wait" "Listen Dicky,'' I interrupted. i've turned too many dresses of my | own not to recognize makeshifts when [ see them. Everything that girl has Cn except her stockings and gloves | has been remodelled from old stuff. l Her pumps are not suitable at all for 1 walking: they are evening pumps, of l a style two years old at that. But she Las covered them with white spats so that no one will suspect that she wears them from necessity, not | choice''
 Well, I'll be-" Dicky uttered his favorfte expletive "It takes one woman to dissect another. She looked like the readiest kind of money to me. Why say, if what you say is true. she ought to be glad to earn the money I could pay her for posing. I could get her lots of other work, too.'
 "Perhaps she wouldn't like to do that sort of thing.
 What sort of thing? Whats wong about it?" Dicky asked bellig- erently. "Oh, you mean figure pos