The Birmingham age-herald., 1917-05-15
HER CREETINGs CORDIAL

1 were occupied .DN SlS0lleSS IueI anu woman from the blind home.
 HER GREETINGS CORDIAL Down the aisles they came hands on the shoulders of the one in front, the whole line led by one who could see a little! nd-hearted women in even ing dress helped the wiZened old men and parchment old ladies off with their wraps and into their chairs. Flowers from the White House gardener aud flowers from friends were banked about the platform. And there was huge gold harp and MT. Clark to play it. halving the musical programme with Miss Wilson.
 Her selections were of the ba1lade type. sweet. pathetic love songs in English, French and German, and she sings them eXpressively, often dra- matically; hands clasped before her bosom, eyes closed. Many of the blind old faces turned intently upward were wet with tears as the last strains of Danny Boy' died away.
 When the concert was ended all the happy blind folk were led up to clasp hands with Miss Margaret and hear d friendly word. Long and long they Kept her standing in the draughty cor rIdor, but she is of the kind that doesn't mind. "She is the sweetest natured most unselfish girl I know" commented a white-haired matron standing near
 At last she came to me, smiling and cordial, calling over her shoulder to her party (which included the good looking harpist and several other young men) to wait because she'd promised me a little talk" It was nice little talk delivered from the edge of table where we sat in the cloak room, the chairs all being filled with hats and overcoats.
 FEELS SORRY FOR MEN
 Being like most women match maker, of course I asked Miss Mar garet about her periodical "engage- ments' with which the newspapers adorn their front pages just about so often. She turned serious in an instant
 Isn't 1t a shame,' she said, ito enl- barrass friends of mine in such way! It makes me sick-just sick for the sake of the men whose names are dragged in. For a long time now there have been no silly rumors and I began to feel peo- pie were reconciled to my single state. But up the story crops again, and | suppose it always will It's one of the things I must get used to-"
 But surely marriage is not definitely out of your plan of life? You will marry when you find the man who brings you happiness and lets you have your mu- sical career as well?'
 Why not?" answered Margaret Wilson, her face very much alight. (Perhaps am committing capital offense in mak- ing public this very human little talk we had, and shall in due course be be- headed for it, or boiled in oil, if the coun- try is not too busy with war to attend to my easel. q certainly have no preiu- dice against marriage. And want to be happy. But somehow the right man-oh, we'll, I'd rather talk about music.
 SINGING HER AMBITION
 Singing is my first interest in life. I am determined to succeed.' (She em- phaszed the words by emphatic little pounds upon the table). ."Did you like my singing?"4 fl Asf48l
 I could assure Miss Margaret that I did and that in the higher, more ambi- tious parts of Ter ballades the quality of her voice was thrillingly good. When shall you sing in New Yorl?' I asked her.
 "Oh-not till I am surer of myself,'' she said simply T am 8 professional now, you know, and must do as the rest do-worlS in the smaller places first, and even then" sine added with the smile that is never long absent from her face. q shall probably be ripped up the back sha'nt I?"
 accused her of having a sense of hu- nor and she admitted it. "I get 1t straight from father,'' she owned. "He can even see fun in having three daugh- ters*"
 And now if I have succeeded in show ing you even little of the normal "girl- ness and charm of Margaret Wilson, I shall not have gone to my punishment by the boiling oil route in vain,