The Carlisle independent., 1915-12-09
She Sat With Her Brown Hair Rip
 bling Around Her Shoulders.

you have your future to consider, and l 1 wish to invite your confidence" and in her voice there was the quaver of much concern.
 Thank you, Aunt Helen," said Gail. realizing the sincerity of the older womans intentions, and, putting her arms around Mrs. Davies neck, she kissed her. Tt is dear of you to take so much interest"
 q think it's pride" confessed Mrs. Davies, naively. q won't keep you up minute longer, Gail. Go to bed, and get all the sleep you can. Only sleep will keep those roses in your cheeks. Goodnight" and with a parting caress she went to her own room, with a sense of a duty we'll performed
 Gail smiled retrospectively. and tried the blue light under the canopy lamp, but turned it out immediately The green gave a much better effect of moonlight on the floor.
 She called herself back out of the mists of her previous thought. Who was this Gail, and what was she? There had come a new need in her, a new awakening. Something seemed to have changed in her, to have crys- tallized. Whatever this specialization was, it had made her know that mar riage was not to be looked upon as a mere inevitable social episode, Her thoughts flew back to Aunt Helen. Her eyelashes brushed her cheeks and the little smile of sarcasm twitched the corners of her lips.
 Aunt Helen's list of eligibles. Gail reviewed them now deliberately; not with the thought of the social advan- tages they might offer her. but as men. She reviewed others whom she had met. For the first time in her life, she was frankly and self-consciously interested in men; curious about them. She had reached her third stage Of development; the fairy prince age, the q suppose shall have to be mar ried one day" age, and now the age of conscious awakening. She won had brought about her nasence; rath- CT, and she knitted her pretty brows. who had brought 1t about?
 The library clock chimed the hour, and startled her out of her reverie. She turned on the lights, and sat in front of her mirror to give her hair one of those extra brushings for which it was so grateful. and which 1t repaid with so much beauty. She paused de liberately to study herself in the glass. Why, this was a new Gail, a more po- tent Gail. What was it Allison had said about her potentialities? Allison. Strong. forceful aggressive Allison. He was potence itself. A thrill of his handclasp clung with her. yet. and a slight flush crept into her cheeks.
 Aunt Grace had worried about Jim's little cold. and the distant mouse she thought she heard, and the silver chest. and Lucile's dangerous-looking new horse. until all these topics had failed, when she detected the unmis- takable click of a switch button near by. It must be in Calls suite. Hadn't the child retired yet? She lay quite still pondering that mighty question for ten minutes, and then. unable 70 rest any longer. she slipped out of bed and across the hall. There was no light coming from under the doors of either the boudoir or the bedroom, so Aunt Grace peeped into the latter apartment. then she tiptoed softly away. Gail in her cascade of pink fiufferies. was at the north window.