Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1920-06-19

arrived. M '"i But IT. I huffed and I pufted and
I hunted about--and at last l discoV-
cred our New York--the town we girls
those talks we had oh, don't mean
I have found It yet--but I've felt it,
though. and had one good look; I dined
with some people. How silly that
sounds. But never mind-the point is
not me. but the fact that this city Is
really and truly crammed full of the
things we girls used to get so excited
about-Art, you know. and music OF
course. and people who make these
things their god; The town Ia opens I,er cup up
movemerts-politics-.-.y hear people
talk-you see suffrage parades-1
marched in one not long ago feeling like
Joan Of Arc! And you find men, too
skyscrapers and homes I mean that
our New York Is here!'
Again there came a pause In the writ
ing. Her eyes looked excited. She smiled
and frowned. Now to finish 1t off!
What I want OF it all I am not yet
sure-for me personally, I mean. But
there is my husband, TO begin with. and
his work that I can help grow--and his
old friends And they are not all. |
keep hearing of new ones ! must meet
and they are mixed In with all those
things I have discovered In the town.
"A few of these people were born here
but most have come from all over the
country. Sometimes shut my eyes and
ask-'Where are you now, all over the
land, you others who are to come to
New York and be friends OF mine and
Of my children?'
IT want children-more than one. How
many ] am not quite sure That's an
other point--you decide these things"
She frowned and scratched this sentence
out; And children grow--and the idea
~ h.-t.. .tW,a. aIE.a NnAl
young and humble. too. But In that we
are all In the same boat--for the whole
country, suppose, is good deal the
same. What queer and puzzlins'
gorgeous age we are just beginning
all Of US! wonder what ] shall make
OF 1t? What shall be like ten years
from now? How much shall I mean
to my husband--and TO other men and
women? But most of all to women--for
we are coming together 20 wonder
how much we women who march-,march
on and on to everything--are really go
ing to mean in the world?
oh, how solemn Goodnight, my
dears! A kiss TO every one OF your!
She folded her letter with the rest;
and then she quickly squeezed them all
into a large envelope which she sd'
dressed to Miss Barbara Wells, BIS
very bright. She shifted a little and
smiled at herself "oh, don't be baby
It's all over now, you know mean It's
Just beginning
She stopped for moment by the
! table, with the letter in her hand ano
| looked down at Amys picture.
THAT is all any one needs TO know
-, Her look was plying, tender but
| little curious, too.
II wonder what you were like at my
age? I wonder what you went through
poor dear? But It's over now
ALL over All we don't like viii fade
away, and you'll grow so beautiful
again. Susette will love her mother
But she won't be Just like you
Ethel went slowly out OF the room
AZ the doorway she switched on IN,
| light, and the bare, empty room was lef'
In the dark, The photograph was In
visible now, On the street below, motor
stopped and there was murmur ol
voices, q laugh, Tomorrow somebody
else would be here,
! tTHE END)