The Washington herald., 1915-08-15

Some people are Bosoms, some are Hands, some are
Heads, some are Muscles some are Feet, some are
Backs for burdens
Hetty Shoulder. Hers was sharp, sinewy
shoulder but all her life people had laid their heads
upon it, metaphorically or actually, and had left
there all or half their troubles. Looking at Life
anatomically, which is as good way as any, she
preordained to be Shoulder. There few
truer colar-bones anywhere than hers.
Hetty was only thrty-three, and she had not yet
outlived the little pang that visited her whenever
the head of youth and beauty leaned upon her for
consolation. But one glance in her mirror always
served instantaneous painker. So she gave
pale look into the crinky old looking glass on
the wall above the gas-stove, turned down the fame
little lower from the bubbling beef and potatoes,
to the COUCH and lifted Ceeilia's head to
its confessional
GO and tell me, honey" she said. "I know
now that it amt that's worrying you. You met
him on ferryboat, didn't you? Go on, Cecilia, kid,
and tell your-your Aunt Hetty about it,
But youth and melancholy must first spend the
surplus of sighs and tears that watt ard float the
barque OF romance to its harbor in the delectable
isles Presently, through the stringy terdons thst
formed the bars of the confessional the penitent-
it the glorihed communicant OF the sacred
lame?-told her story without art or illumination.
1T was only three days ago I coming back
the ferry from Jersey City. Old Mr.. Schrun1,
art dealer told me of rich man in Newark
who wanted miniature of his daughter painted
I went to him and showed him some of my
ba, 7 ,o1J ~ r.
dollars he laughed me like hyena. He said an
enlarged crayon twenty times the size would cost
him only eight dollars
Il had just enough money to buy my ferry ticket
back to New York. l felt as if I didn't want to
live another day. must have looked felt, for
l saw him the of opposite me, looking
at if he understood. He was niee-looking
but oh, above everything else, he looked kind
When is tired unhappy or hopeless, kindness
counts than anything else.
When l got miserable that I couldn't fight
against it any longer got up and walked slowly
out the door of the ferry-boat cabin. No one
there, and l slipped quickly over the rail and
dropped into the water. Oh friend Hetty, it was
cold, cold,
For just moment l wished l was back in
the old Valambrosa starving and hoping And then
| got numb and didn't care And then l felt that
somebody else in the water close by me- hold
ing up. He had followed me- and jumped in to
save me.
Somebody threw thing like a big white
doughnut US, and he made me put my arms
through the hole. Then the ferry-boat backed and
they pulled board. Oh, Hetty l was so
ashamed OF my wickedness in trying to drown my
self; and, besides, my hair had all tumbled down
and was sopping wet and I was such sight
And then some men in blue clothes came
around; and he gave them his card and l heard
him tell them he had seen me drop my purse on
the edge of the boat outside the rail- and in lean
ing to get it had fallen overheard And then
l remembered having read in the papers that peo-
pie who try to kill themselves locked up in
cells with people who try to kill other people, and
l was afraid
'But ladies the boat took me down.
stairs to the furnaee-room and got me nearly dry
and did up my hair When the boat landed, he
came and put in cab. He was all dripping
himself but laughed if he thought it was all
joke. He begged me, but wouldn't tell him my
nor where l lived was so ashamed"
you fool, child" said Hetty kindly
wait till turn the light up bit. l wish to
Heaven we had an onion"
Then he raised his hat" went on Cecilia, and
said: Very we'll. But III hnd you, anyhow. I'm
going to claim my rights OF salvage Then he gave
money to the cab-driver and told him to take me
where l wanted to go, and walked away What is
salvage Hetty?"
"The edge of piece of goods that amt hem
med" said the shop-girl. "You must have looked
pretty we'll frazzled out to the little hero boy"
"Its been three days." moaned the miniature
painter, "and he hasn't found me yet"
Extend the time" said Hetty. "This is big
town. Think of how many girls he might have to
soaked in water with their hair down before
he would recognize you. The stews getting on
hne-but oh, for onion! I'd even use piece of