The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1918-03-09
CindereIla's
Diary
QN&N
Copyright. 1917. by the Mcclure Newspa
per Syndicate)
BY HlLDA MORRIS

tlced her closed eyes and general air
of fatigue. She was eighteen or nine
teen years old, he decided, or perhaps
twenty. She had lovely oval face,
framed with waves of bright hair, and
she looked like n lady In spite of her
rather shabby, inexpensive clothes.
There was something very attractive
about her.
John did not realize that he was
staring at the girl until she opened her
eyes. She opened them suddenly, as
If she had felt his gaze through her
closed lids. And she looked directly
ut him. II was very impcrsonnl
look, casual and little questioning.
perhaps, yet 1t did n very curious thing
To John Arnold. II made him feel very
young, or very happy, or very glad of
something; he could not analy2e the
feeling exactly, but ut least 1t was diff
fcrent from anything he had ever ex-
pcrlenced before. Perhaps 1t was be-
cause the girls eyes were so luminous
gray, and so deeply fringed with
black. They were very unusual eyes.
once. 1t was as though she had given
him glimpse of something too'pre-
clous to be wasted. The car jolted on
and the girl still sat with her curling
lashes resting ON her pale cheek. She
was evidently very tired.
"a schoolgirl, perhaps, or else she Is
taking course In business college,"
John decided. noting her pile of books.
''They work hard, too, those girls. She
looks as If she needed country air and
Il good long rest"
The car emptied itself, street by
street, until there were few people left
besides John and the girl of the curl
ing lashes. AS u matter Of fact John
had passed his street, but for some
reason he had forgotten to get Of. The
tired-lOoking girl still sat with her eyes
closed, resting. But ut length she
reused herself with start and got
Off hurrledly at noisy street lined
with high apartments. John could see
her Fastening along in the chill dusk,
the collar Of her thin coat held high
about her throat.
1t was not until they had gone on
some distance that he noticed the
book. 1t lay directly ut his feet, n
cloth covered Record" such as people
| use in Offices. = II was one OF those
! books the girl had carried John had
particularly noticed Its busnesslike
appearance. He picked 1t up curiOusly,
and opened to the front page. A school
notebook, no doubt, or Office accounts
Perhaps It might contain the girls ad
dress, so that he could return 1t.
The first page, however, dispellcd
this theory. Across 1t was printed, In
a careful hand:
dorothy May Douglas. Her Diary
OF course John Arnold should not
have read the diary, vet It's neat pages
| looked so allurlns, and, after ALL he
thought, 1t might contain the address
She would want IL returned; people
Go not Ike to lose such precious things
as diaries. So that evening after din.
nor John settled down in his comfort,
able bachelor living room and guilty
scanned the pages OF the little book.
| "Monday-A hard day ut the Office
Miss Coleman Is so difficult to please
When / get to be head OF an Office
force 1 shall try to make them like me
I'll he nice so girls that have head
aches, and III never, never speak Sc
sharply that | make them want to cry
oh, well, hope I'll never be head OF
an Office. I'd rather have n cottage
| Ia La. oil
raniums in the window and keep cat
"Tucsday-Stupid day at the Office
| But i saw the lOvollcst silk dress int
store window as | was coming home
1t was just exactly what ! w0ult
choose, blue with gold embroidery.
/ were Cinderella III write 20 my fah.
godmother and tell her to bring me
dress Just like that FOR the bail. Per
haps l am sort OF Cinderella, bu
there isn't any fairy godmother or an.
prince.
"Wednesday-It was dreadfully col
In the Office today. Miss Coleman like
the cold. And now there isn't enOug
heat ih my room tonight, either.
wish l We're Cinderella; at least sh
had fire to sit by"
In spite Of the warnings Of his cor
science rs gentleman, John skimme
other pages, ,all pathetic with sord
details of work, wlstful with girls
longngs.
I'm invited to party" read III
very last pnge Of all. "a really trul
party. II isn't bail like Cinderela's
ana no prince has invited me, but
will be very grand affair. It's a
Mrs. Cotton Curtis house, dance sh
Is giving for herr daughter. l don
know why she invited me. She an
mother were school friends, but Their
are such miles between us now mile
Of different circumstances, / mean
I've never met the daughter, hut III
sure she wouldn't care for me. I'm no
one OF the well-dresscl, expensive looh
ing girls whom she associates viii
Aud l haven't anything to wear. Girl
can't 20 10 parties IA blue serge skirt
ana shirtwaists. Whatever shall do?
John Arnold closed the book with
litle sigh. Why should girl like tina