The Chicago whip. (Chicago, Ill.) 1919-19??, 1919-09-13

REFLECTED GLORY
BY MILDRED WHITE.



stood staring nervously about Far
back In screened corner he espied
Abbie Ann, and the perplexed frown
faded from his face.
"Where is everybody?" he asked In
q friendly tone.
Abbie Ann sighed relievedly. Here
at last was some one to whom she
might speak without shiver OF awe.
Abbie Ann was vastly proud OF her
gifted family. their achievement was
her joy, but she was weary of the ever
anticipated question:
'DOrer?" the one presented would
murmur. Can 1t be possible that you
are related TO Eloise Dorer the art
istr Or perhaps 1t would be-"jo-
sephine DOrier the musician?"
When Abbie replied that she was a
sister the fact never failed to draw
an astonished glance in her direction.
Abbie Ann wondered wistfully what
n real home might be-wth COM
fortabiy cOntented family gathered
all at one time about the table. Her
sisters were so seldom together. Abbie
Ann had not even the consolation Of
home making; hOusekeeper attended
10 that. So she spent much of her
time in the old garden, dreaming Of
things which she might do under other
cricumstances-of the good she might
accomplish for others, if opportunity
were hers; there seemed to be little
here that she could do for even her.
self.
Her face frightened as the i'm
posing man entered the big, deserted
room; she had been tongue-tied before
the irreproachable evening dress of
the socially prominent. This man,
smilingly i'll az ease, seemed some way
or other to be in her own predica-
ment.
You are a guest, are you not?" ne
asked abruptly.
Abbie Ann blushed at his apprals-
ing glance toward her simple white
frock, and nodded.
"You don't care to dancer" He re-
garded her curiously.
Abbie Ann shook her head.
$50 few. people want me for a part
ner," she confessed, "that I'd rather
not force them TO ask me-"
The man grinned; it was a goodna-
tured grin. He drew forth chair and
seated himself at her side.
"My name Is Perkins," he an
nounced.
Abbie Ann bowed. Instinctively she
liked this big, plain man with the hui
morous eyes.
mine is Dorier," she responded, ana
expectantly awaited his question.
Not" he began
yes" she said, "f am related to
Eloise and Josephine, I'm their sister,
and I neither paint nor play"
II was the mans turn 20 interrupt.
"AIl right" he said, glad 10 hear
II. Then I shan't be called upon to
listen while you perform, or compli-
ment a painting which don't in the
least understand"
For a moment of understanding sym.
pathy the two looked into each others
eyes and laughed
you mustn't think that don't ap-
preciate my sisters" Abbie Ann has
tened to add. "It's just because I'm
such nonentity myself that de-
spise comparison. The only reason
that people bear with me at all is
because I'm in the family
REFLECTED glory" laughed the man,
land have you no special desire in
your own direction?"
I'D love" she said, "to have lots
and lots Of money TO spend"
well" he thoughtfully reflected,
'the wise expenditure of money is an
art in itself Now, suppose" he leaned
toward her amusedly, "you were pos
sessed of lots of money; how you'd
you dispose Of it?"
Abbie Ann spoke eagerly, shyness
md constraint forgotten.
I'D build home for poor GONZALES
,ents," she said, "those you know who
must leave hospitals and have no
money for further care. And I'd have
big country summer place for ailing
hildren OF the poor, and-O!-there
re so many splendid things that one
night do with money.
"Mr. Perkins !" laughingly called the
ostess. "Why did you not announce
our presence? AS guest of honor
our behavior is inexcusable."
The big man arose.
apologies !" ne said. ~ came hero
irect from the station, my train be-
1g delayed. did not wish 10 break in
n vol1r frivolities"
Confusedly, Abble Ann retired TO
er corner. The proud hostess drew Z
Drth the noted Josephine and Eloise /
Or presentation. Eloise sought her S
ut later.
"How in the world?" she asked, Ibid
on become acquainted with Tyron
erkins, the lti-millionaireY o
Abbie AIMS eyes widened. t
"You don't mean" she asked incred-
lousy, "that this Mr.. Perkins Is the 0
Millionaire you and Josephine have n
cen so excited over meeting?"
Tyron Perkins himself was beckon-