The Miller press. [volume] (Miller, S.D.) 190?-current, 1916-03-16
CHAPTER XIV.
The Message From New York.

The Message From New YORK.
1t was good to be home! Gail won.
dered that she could ever have beer
content away from the loving shelter
OF her many, many friends. She had
grown world weary in all the raise
gayety Of New York! She was dis.
f~llusioned! She was blase. She was
tired OF frivolity; and she immedi
ately planned or enthusiastically
agreed to take part In a series of gay.
cites which would have made an aver.
age hard-working mar anticipate them
with an already broken constitution.
The house was full of them, morn-
Ing, noon and night; young girls. -.
date and jolly, and ali of them excit-
edly glad that Gail was among them
again; and young men, in all the de.
srees from social butterflies to plod
ding business pluggers, equally glad.
Good, comfortable home folks these,
who were deliciously nice to the stHle-
~, black-haired AfIy, and voted her
. tremendous beauty, and stood slight
ly in W Of her. The half cynical
Arly, viewing them critically, found II
them n note of interesting novelty
a certain general clean-hearted whole
someness, and, being a seeker after
the unusual, and vastly appreciative,
she deliberately cultivated them; fat
tering the boys, but not 90 much as to
make the other girls hate her. To
he girls she made herself even more
attractive, because sac liked them
better. She compl.me nted them inst
vidually on the point of perfection for
which each girl DSst prided herself;
she told them that they we're infinitely
more clever than the women of New
York, and better booking, in general;
for the New York women were mostly
clothes and makeup; and, above ell,
she envied them their truer lives!
No group of young people could re-
hst such careful work as that, espe-
eially when performed by a young
woman SC adroit and SO attractive,
nd 30 well gowhcd; SO they lost their
twkwardness with her, which removed
any sense Of discomfort Gail might
have felt, which was the aim to DO &C.
complished. In those first few days
Gail was the happiest of all creatures,
In spite Of the fact that the local M
pers had carried 1 potter echo Of that
despicabie slave story. At nights,
however, beginning with the second
one, when the girls had retired to the
mutual runway of their adjoiains
suites, the conversation would turn
something like this:
Lets see. this is the seventeenth
Isn't It'll" thus Arly.
"Yes; Tuesday" concentratedly Sc
lectflg q chocolate. the box of which
bore q New York name.
Mrs. Matson's Joe skating ball IL
tonight" A sidelong glance at the
busy Gail. "She always has such orig
tnal affairs"
Doesn't shell" Gail draws her san.
daled feet up under her and stretches
down her pink negligee, so that abe
looks like a stiff statue in tinted
ivory.
And such interesting people. That
new artist Is certain to be there.
What's his manner Oh. yes. vlodow.
could adore him"
You're a mere verbal adorer,"
laughs Gail, studying anxiously over
the problem of whether she want
another piece of chocolate or not. AL
iiaon had sent such pood Ouea sVlc
dow eats garlic"
That's why / adore him, from Q
distance. OF course all the nice regu-
lar fellows will be there-Dick, Rod
10y and Ted. aaA Houston. and on,
oh! l forgot to write Gerald" and with
. swift passing kiss somewhere be-
tween Calls ear and her chin, she hpr-
Ties into her W Dressing room. with
q backward glance to make sure that
Gail is staring. with softened brown
Sves. down into her chocolate box, and
seeing there amid the CONNECTIONS. the
laughing. svft1us skaters in Mrs.
afatsoa's giisEealao ballroom. There
were some WHO Weuld not be at that
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