The Washington herald., 1916-07-02

By
SARA
MOORE

I and clothes and walls. honest. Il Il
wasn't for the billboards and the sunsets
just couldn't stand this city some
times"
Mrs. Henry was not welfare woman
by an eight-hour clock. She was an ideal
teacher. a genius with love OF people
which forced her 10 share with them
every good thing she learned.
You'd like the new art stuffs," she
exclaimed brightly. I'll notify your floor
manager that / want you for an hour
and we'll go up TO the interior decorating
| floor. The man in that department can
tell us so much about brilliant colorings
and how to use them. I'm sure you'll
love TO see some of the new shsdes-and
to learn where they belong"
Delena. blushing at being introduced
by her full name, Magdalens. listened
and looked-and enjoyed She was too
ignorant to digest or apply any OF the
wisdom OF the expert colorist. but her
thought was stimulated and che went
back TO her own counter silent and
dreaming. Next day. Mrs. Henry sent
her ticket TO an exhibition of futurist
and cubistic and modernist art. She gig
gied at most OF 1t, but fingered over the
costume drawing Of Baskt-
I'd like to make up things like that
because they are so crazy" she told the
welfare women. But. Of course, no one
would wear them. They amt designed
for people who have TO always wear
ready-mades"
II this story were published in a ffteen-
cent magazine Msgdelena would be sent
To a night school. where her color sense
would have been trained until she be-
came a great interior decorator or painter
or costumer. But a writer for newspapers
has the advantage Of being privileged to
tell few unromantic truths Mrs. Henry
did direct the girl TO a night art school
and even obtained for her a raise in
salary which covered the necessary fees.
But three months later. Delena met and
admired the handsome young superinten-
dent OF an adjoining apartment house
In three months more they we're married.
In a little less than two years after she
had first become interested in Delens,
Mrs. Henry was informed that the thirty
fifth daughter OF her department store
family was 10 be Deborah Henry DoIdini.
Accompanied by her own daughter. she
went 10 call.
Mrs Delena Doldini was very well to
do" according 70 neighborhood standards.
and Mrs. Henry wondered IL the new
home would be planned according TO the
theory of the dull" gray once. or the de-
mand for something elegantly that was
part Of the girls unframed taste. A hot,
smotheringly red wall paper greeted her
in the entry. A deep rose wall paper.
covered with a splashy satiny figure.
adorned the ''psrlor" rose rug that
verged on purplish red covered the hoor
and set with brocaded upholstery
was tangled in between many tables of
SILT and mahogany.
The center OF attrs ction in the lttls
fat was. OF course. the thirty-nfth De-
borah Henry, who reclined in pink
hung bassinet. her plump legs and wrists
tied with gay satin bows. Mrs. Doldini
very proud and very plump and rosy.
wore a yellow silk negiisee with purple
stockings and slippers. and a pale blue
5oudoir cap. She was bolstered UP on
divsn covered with cushions OF velvet and
silk in all shades OF green. orange, red.
purple and blue Many Of them were
heavily embroidered with magenta roses
and gold dragons. A hand-psinted far
diniere held a burst Of pink chryssnthe-
NUNS Several hand-paintsd plaques and
embroidered table covers and gay lamp
shades added TO the effect Of decorative
extravaganza.
! You see, we are very comfortable
here" observed the young mother with
pride.
Mrs Henry and her daughter had
scarcely closed the street door behind
them when the young woman laughed.
gasped and made a gesture OF horror.
Did you ever see anything so swful7''
she cried.
1t isn't awful. II IS beautiful" insist
cd the welfare woman very firmly.
| Magdslenas love for color was once
| starved-and now she is happy because
she can buy plenty OF f. I didn't sue
coed in training it TO the point OF good
taste-but, thank heaven. I didn't suc-
Ceed in destroying IL, either"
| You mean"
! We'll. Deborah Henry Doldini may ret
a better education than her mother. 7
| shouldn't be surprised IL she turned QUE
| to be a great painter. The Lord is a
| good manager and He'll probably use
| that color sense somewhere. He never
| would create a passion as strong and as
beautiful as that and let our fool civi-
| lization waste It all
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