The Birmingham age-herald., 1916-02-15

as important as dressing the part for ] Mint You see I was brought up with seven brothers on a great big farm in | England and I always did the things
 they liked to do; I've hunted and fished and scampered over hill and dale with
 them, world without end!"
 And society, dancing. cards-thosa
 things-don't they appeal to you at all I asked
 "oh, I wouldn't say that, smiled the
 pretty priTna donna. T like society very much, but one cant do two things at once; one can t be a singer and society woman, too. Late suppers, bridge games, ! luncheons. dinners-why it takes all ones
 time to do just that and surely it takes
 all ones time to do the other. My rec | forget"
 I Forget what?" you murmur to your Iself as you gaze at her in amazement; you'd think she'd want to remember-re- l member the prettiness that is hers, and
 the fame; remember the admiration in i the public eye as it follows her about
 and the throngs that go to hear her lsing; so you ask politely, "What2N and Ishe answers seriously:
 ] Myself; [ want to concentrate on one :, thing st time; do that thing we'll and ffcrget myself completely.
 1 Then she looks at your puzzled face and 1 laughs that ripping, child-lke laugh that makes you adore her.
 But what about the sweetheart-per- t haps you take the recreation time to
 think of him"-I suggested softly.
 "Of course; I never forget him; think ] of him, singing or playing, sleeping or
 waking-I always think of him; the poor 1 boy she sighed tenderly. l Two little tears blinded her eyes for | the moment, and swishing them away, l she resumed:
 | T am going to be married as soon as ! I return to England. You see, my sweet theart-you know he is Lieut.. Seymour Robertson of the One Hundred and
 Seventeenth regiment-English of course I-loSt his left arm at Ypres. He was in-
 valided home, and it was at hospital l saw him, all feeble and maimed. We, l had been sweethearts way back in the | old days at Wolverhampton in Stafford
 shire, but We had drifted apart-for oh! | so long, and when l saw him again-so 1 tired and brave and wounded all the childish love of my heart came back and l I burst into tears and great flood of love enveloped me as I knelt beside his ] cot and told him I adored him. l Yes, I did" she repeated. T didn't ] even wait for him to ask me if I loved him or to say that he loved me; I knew | it. don't you think women always do? 1 That 'Godes gift of understanding that l Temple Thurston talks about in The 1 City of Beautiful Nonsense,' is ours ! heart that I was going to marry him, l he looked at me in wide-eyed amaze l ment and said: What, this poor old 1 wreck of war. that am?' Yes I said 1 you poor old wreck of war, I am going to marry you and that right soon. And so I ann"
 Hes seven years older than I am, 1 Miss Teyte said gently and remembers the 'Teyte baby as he calls me, much ! better than I remember the big Robert son boy he declares, beeauc- as he says his memory runs back further than mine, l but l don't believe he even half remem- bers all the sweetness and the beauty and f the loyeliness of that child courtship as z, do and it makes me oh so happy that now after all these years he's going to i belong to me-me-me; just mel
 And so you just sit right tight and I listen right hard to this adorable little I creature with the marvellous voice, this renowned artiste, at whose feet the world has lavished it's homage-talk right along as though she were only just an every day, ordinary little girl-just hu- man and frail and heartsick with love, and you can't help recalling the lines: Il The Colonel's Lady and Judge O'Grady ! Are sisters under their skins and that you just hope that she and her II soldier sweetheart will find in the days to ceme all the joy life holds.