The Oklahoma City times. [volume] (Oklahoma City, Okla.) 1908-1984, 1915-01-05

With hands working, slim figure
swaying. pink cheeks and brilliant
eyes, Theresa Judd walked back and
forth across the living room floor, her
thin voice breaking into impasslonetl
utterances. In the next room, which
was the dining room, her daughter,
Theodosla, aged eleven, sat very still,
with her legs curled under her, ap-
parently reading.
Theresa had been thus walking
long time. She had, indeed, forgotten
how long. She was lost In Imagination
as she recited. The piece was long
and difficult, and had proved task
to mem0rize, but she was sure OF 1t at
last All that remained for her to
do was to polish II until II should be
ready for presentation TO her hear
ers.
A great occasion awaited Theresa's
elocutlon. She had been asked to speak
that evening at the symposium OF
the womens clubs Westmore prided
itself on It's clubs, OF which there were
every kind and condition, from a nlere
tete'a-tete affair OF four OF so mem
bers, which met with workbags OF an
afternoon, to the auction bridge cir
Gle, which numbered every woman
who possessed an evening frock and
some who did not. The symposium
had been arranged with much careiui
attention 10 details. There was to be
plenty Of music OF course. But there
was only one person who could "elo-
cute" a. Miss Preston said And that
person was Theresa Judd
Theresa Judd was what is called n
born speaker" She had never had
any instruction other than that fond
teachers and parents and one romantic
old aunt had given her. II had neN-
or occurred 10 her that she needed
any other. Theresa was not conceited.
She was merely ignorant. She had
merely ignorant She had never In
her life heard any one who could re-
cite the Charge Of the Light Bri-
gade" better than she did. She had, In
fact, never been a,t OF Westmore
more than three or four times.
Theresa loved the whole business OF
reciting She was ever on the lookout
for new pieces. When she found one
to her taste she could scarcely eat
or sleep until she had learned It. And
when she had learned II she practised
Il faithfully, II filled her with pro
found emotion to hear tbs sound Of
her own voice rolling off eloquent
phrases.
Now suddenly upon her pacing and
rehearsing broke her little daughters
small, quiet voice. "Pas coming
said Theodosla.
Theresa stopped. She had forgotten
everything save the death scene of the
great ocean liner which she was pic
turing. The facts Of everyday life
flowed back upon her In a slow chill
ing tide. Tunis, her husband, was
coming home from his carpenter We
aud she had forgotten supper She
had meant to make pan OF biscuits.
II was too late for that now.
Tunis Judd liked his meals on time.
"And there isn't q slice OF bread In
the house" she exclaimed.
Theodosia uncurled her long, thin
legs. ~ can borrow loaf Of Mrs
Pelts," she suggested calmly.
Eyes, do, darling, and tell her I'll
nay her back when bake a fresh
batch tomorrow Hurry now"
Theresa ran to the kitchen. She
reached II at about the same instant
that her husband came In at the outer
door. He was a tall, thin, pale man,
with rather hard, deepset eyes. Those
hard eyes swept the kitchen for
signs Of supper. "well," he said, with