The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1917-01-16


urging I've refused. There's quite
bunch OF us staying here" tthe
bunch were teaeherS).
didn't want my family 10 know
kind Alec the arrogant twins.
pretty Ruth. aud Father. who used
to hes so proud OF me-l didn't
want them To know what "A poor
little Cinderella was When
went homo | wanted every one to
think | had "A glorious time at
school. ~ all girls do. ! wanted
my family to open their eyes and
say. my, how you're changed"
II there was any real silver un.
dorneath the tarnish on mo. war
bound Il should shine when | went
home at Christmas. And 80 It hap
pened that | made up my mind that
II / couldn't make friends with my
now HchoolmRtcH. | could at least
learn something from thom. used
To observe them very carefully and
iot down important points IN my
memory. My brain became a reg.
ular copyboo of rules.
My skirts" recorded. should
be below my shoe.tops. not above.
The way to keep n waist down.
is to faEtcn Il with nafety-pln
behind and a long black steel pin
In front
My nails should be as shining
an a dinner plate.
"A shining face In not supposed
TO be pretty.
Powder II used 10 remove shine.
Automobiles. actors. college foot.
ball. and allowances are popular
subjects for conversation"
! planned to spend every cen,
OF Alec'a ono hundred dollars on
clothes. did all my shopping in
New York. adorcd New York;
Saturday Afternoons. when the
other girls went to tho matinee.
tho chaperon allowed mo TO spend
tho time In the biz department
stores
| didn't buy anything-iust
looked and looked. priced and
priced. and when had nice
clerk, tried things on. Once | had
my nails manicured. 80 know
how; once ] went TO a Firth Avenue
hair dresser. who charged me a
dollar aud "A half 10 make me look
a sight. and one day bought
father a nccktlc for my cents and
Alec scarfpin for seventy.nyc.
That IL all spent until just be.
fore Christmas. whom | blew IN tho
whole hundred. For. you under.
atand. Il was not 10 impress the
girls at school. but the people at
home. that ! bought my new outfit.
Il was not until after had made
great many estimates and care
fully planned II all out on piece
Of paper. that ASKED ono OF the
younger teachers. who thought
had GOOD taste. n She would help
mo buy a few trifling clothes on
the following Saturday.
We started on tho early train
and reached New York at nine
O'Clock. think that Saturday was
tho happicst daw OF my llfc' I
bought suit for thirty-five dol.
lars; a hat marked down 20 ten
dollars. a silk dreas for twenty five
dollars. spotted veil for fifty
cents: pumps for four dollars: ono
pair Of silk stockings for one dollar,
and so on.
had just seven dollars and
RiXty-sevcn cents left after 7 had
bought my last purchases lovely
red silk waist for travelling. My
suit was dark blue. my boots tan
with Cuban heels, and my blue vel.
vet hat had two reddish quilts in II.
was avfully pleased with my Sc.
lections. and confidod TO Miss
Davis. tho teacher. that I wasn't
going To wear any OF the things
until the very day started for
home.
And nov" said. I'm going TO
take you 10 luncheon. Miss Davis.
after which | want you TO be my
guest az a matinee
Il was simply grand TO have
money I, makes you feel Ike a
queen TO fling Il around as II It
were paper. I told Miss Davis 10
pick out the most popular play IN
New York for us 10 see. We bought
the best seats in tho house.
Never. never as long as live.
shall ! forget those two hours and
a half OF perfect happiness Id
never seen anything but vaudeville
in my life. and I almost cry now
when ! think Of that play II was
perfectly grand
The nero kept looking right
straight at me all the time and
what do You think? What do YOU
suppose7 lie was the very actor
whose pictures had cut ont and
stuck In my mirror. lle was Robert
X Dwlnnell. and { hadn't known
until ! was inside tho theatre and
looked AZ tho program. that he was
in New York.
Before ! boarded tho train that
night I dragged Miss Davis into a
small shop which We passed on the
way To the station. and with tho
last fifty cents of Aloc's one hun
drcd dollars bought real picture
OF Robert Dwinnell
Tho picture r. here now In the
ton drawer OF my desk and is the
only comfort I have. Mr.. Dwinnell
Is sitting on the edge OF table
swinging one foot Just az he did I'm
tho play remember the place In
the third act-and his eyes are
looking right At me.
wonder, oh. I wonder some
times, II no and will ever meet.