The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1916-07-19
ANY oiRL--As TOLD TO
MARcARET WAvERLY--
CONTINUED

Did you ever. Margie. conscious
~ bid room or home goodbye
A home or a room where you have
been especially happy No. can
see hy your face that you have
not. for you would not have that
puzzled expression. but one OF set
tied sorrow II YOU had The night
that knew the old home had been
sold. went into every room. !
touched every enc OF the pictures
that had loved.
Nearly all night we worked. for
I did not want III. new owner TO
realize that anything was gone
stood long time before my por.
trait. painted BY Sargent. and then
! babe a. too. goodbye The IA.
nous American artist. who Is said
TO paint portraits OF souls instead
OF bodies. had made me very beau
tifui. much better looking than
am. but he had painted into the
face much % that better than
thou EXPIRE tsion that makes our
young society women 80 disagree.
able looking.
II. when Jeff Perrigreen saw IL.
his thought wodld 20 back 10 the
time when ! wrote him that awful
iy snobbish bit Of rhyme Well. II
he does said 10 myself. he will
be able 10 say n himself that he is
laughing last"
All over the house from room
to room ! went where this and
that lnanimate thing told me good.
bye by bringing up a beautiful
memory 81 the time when dear old
dsd had grstific1 my slightest wish
on one OF our many trips abroad
And as looked remembered
how proud I was when We came
back after the home was furnish.
ed and dad had installed all our
treasures. saving that he was sure
my taste WAS perfect.
Alas. | knew now. as | looked
over the home with n somewhat
matnred Judgment. that only TO my
1hAAAh HMAFhhN VIZ nv hAFhf AtfAF
feet could sec now where ey-
ery,hing might be improved. and
before | realized what | was doing
I let my mind drift away To the
changes | was going TO make.
AN at once did not dream. I
knew bowed my head on the
great carved library table. and for
the first time since my dear moth
er died. ] gave myself up unre-
STRANGELY 10 tears Sarah came in
as she heard my soba and tried to
get me To 20 To bed. but ! did not
raise my mead.
II must have sobbed myself to
sleep. for when I awoke | was In
my own bed.
jeff Perrigrcen came over to
see me that niyht, and with many
blush he told me how terribly
ashamed he was OF that story In
the paper 'Not one OF my family
would hurt you. Miss Paula. for
the world. and my mother sent you
word By me tonight that you must
stay here In this house just as long
as you want to- he said.
I am going Immediately / an
swered.
He did not ask where he did
not again say stay.
He had risen and stood looking
nj me with m )st peculiar look on
his face. Paula he said. and at
the time | do not think either of
us noticed he had called me by my
first name.
Paula. ne repeated. could you
not love me?
I know I'm the ugliest boy
that ever was seen, but have al.
ways cared for you. Wouldn't II be
possible for you to love me a little
Let me give you back your home.
Paula--the home where YOU have
been so happy Would II be too
hard to take back the home and
me?'
Dear Jeff. knew then his
great. big heart. He was plying
me with all OF II, and he knew no
other way to give me back my
dear old home than to offer him
self with II.
No. dear jeff said. I am
very glad YOU have said this to
me, for after the terrible excur-
sions have been making the last
few days into the shallow minds
and selfish hearts of many people,
you have brought back much OF my
faith In humanity. but cant &C.
cept your generous offer. ! would
have nothing OF value to give you
In return. not even my heart. and
you are too big, too splendid not to
have the best
Forgive me, Paula, | might be
sure you could never love me.
And yon will be sure that you
have never loved mo bye and bye.
when YOU find the right one. II Is
your big pity for n friendless girl,
jeff, but | almost love you for It.
lie wrung my hand and left
without another word, and I. more
desolate than ever. went to my
room for the last time, to pass n
waking night"
ITO be continued