Tulsa daily world. [volume] (Tulsa, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1905-1919, 1919-02-20
The Struggle
"\iI Is Not Gold"

For while Edith did fairly well
with her sales of fancy~otk Hut
The profits In money were as nothing
compared to what she had learned
OF human nature. human problems
and human tragedy as she journeyed
round among the wealth" homes.
Many a story OF external glitter and
hidden poverty was poured into her
sympathetic ear. Many starved
heart found Satisfaction In unburd-
ening itself to tho woman who some
how seemed 10 attract condolences as
flirt does men--by tho nero look
In her eye.
AZ she sewed and did her house
work she companioned herself with
thoughts OF tho woman into whose
lives shs had revealing ghmpscs.
There was the little old lady, for In
stances, who. widowed at so, was en-
joying for tho first time IN her life
the deliriouB Joy OF spending actual
cash.
"AlI through my young wifehood. ."
she had confided 10 Edith, we were
poor. Reuben toiled heartbreaking-
y for hts first thousand dollars. ]
saved and pinched, doing my own
work and bringing up my babies --
| who were all taken from me, one by
one,
by the tlme my husband had
made his money he had acquired tho
habit OF thrift He didn't enjoy
spending, because the thinvs money
could buy meant nothing to him.
Travel, beautiful Possessions, music.
society--all found him indifferent
All hs knew was the making OF
money. The desire to economire
obsessed him.
"Will you believe It. my child. l
have not known until now what II
was to have money enough In actual
cash to buy a bunch Of flowers for "A
sick friend! couldn't 60 to some
shop near tho hospital and buy an
armful OF simple flowers and take
them myself. i had TO go to u florist
where ! had an account and order
them sent In the usual siereotyped
way, all because I had not money to
pay with, ! have never been able to
give "a penny 10 charity-my own
charities, the particular things
sympathizod with--for I had to rem
der strict account of every cent so
bestowed, and only certain things
were approved of. Yet We had mill
lions. millions."
And there was the gay. over
dressed. ovcrfed, Idle. kind hearted
Mrs. Rosslin, who had told Edith
debonairiy, "Oh, we rich women are
always brokel Amy Lewis owes me
1900 right this minute and | owe my
chauffeur sl25. My dear, we all
borrow from our chauffeurs! The
men have TO pay their wages, you
know, though they often don't give
us women Gus allowances They
the chauffeurs, ] mean-don't dare
to refuse to lend us. or we'd complain
a 4.
leas drivers or something. I'm not
exsggerating. dearie; It's tho solemn
truth, We women have "a regular
slogan nowadays: You can always
borrow from your chauffeur
But tho most appealing OF all the
stories Edith Ferrol In her money
making rounds OF the rich homes had
heard was OF the famous pianist,
Nine. Odrea Liskowa, whom Edith
had not recognized under the simple
| title OF Mrs. Peter Floyd She had
given a generous order for Edith's
handiwork. and the acquaintance
| thus casually mado had warmed and
flowered into real friendship.
hour on the Floyds' shady terrace.
| or drove through the country in their
| big French car.
I'm In one of my restless moods v
Mrs Floyd would sometimes tell
| Edith when she invited her by tele-
phone. II must fly through tho
woods and over the hills! You're the
only woman I know who can be a
silent companion. BE ready In TWEEN
| ty minutes"
Edith knew her story. not tragic
story; Just n story OF disappointment
| and a lost career.
You see, dear" the former Odrea
Liskowa had told her. 81 thought |
could do both--marry and have my
music. too. But look at the estab-
lishment OF oursl must either
neglect Il and leave my beloved
Peter without care and companion
ship while l 70 rushing msdly over