Every evening, Wilmington daily commercial., 1920-04-29
THE GIRL WHO
SMILED THROUGH
BY Marion Rubicam.
Copyright. George Matthew Adams.
HOME LETTERS.

Chapter LIN.
Alice could always count on at least
three letters every week from home
Her mother wrote once week, and clara
timed her letter so it would come rev
days after, while Lawrence wrote once
week and frequently oftener than tnat.
The evening after the concert Alice
tried to write Lawrence her impressions OF
it. But she felt it a hopeless task.
II can't describe it, or how 1T made me
feel" she confessed in her letter. Il for
got | was myself. l thought l was being
carried out on the waves of stormy sea
Il think I've read that somewhere, tor
/ never saw the ocean, though I'm going
down to the shore soon. l WAS carried
away from the world. | never dreamed
there was anything so glorious and mad
and heavenly as that sort of music. why
haven't heard it before? want to under
stand it. I'm learning so many other
things, want to learn all about this too.
A few days afterward Lawrence's
answer came.
''You are sweet little ambitious girl
he wrote. I'm glad you want to know
all about music, though l doubt whether
you or anyone but the great masters,
ever will. can appreciate that feel ing oil
being irresistably carried along on a
tempest OF SouDu - eADtfitlttt AZ w.
time | hear Wagner, too. Well take In
some concerts when come to the city TO
visit YOU; meantime, I'm sending along
something to help your laudable ambition. .
''But there's nothing enclosed in the
letter. | wonder what he means, she muir
INJURED aloud.
Next day she found out. A large envelope
came addressed to her, and inside was a
subscription to two seats for all the
evening concerts of the symphony or
chestra She stared at it without compre-
hending, and finally gave it to Christine
for explanation. Christine held up the
envelope and began wild and joyous
dance about the room.
"You are certainly going to marry
a fairy prince" she said when she finally
settled down. "My child, has he any re-
lations like himself that might be fascinat-
ed by me? Do you know that this means
the best seats for Is concerts this WIN
ter, for about the best music ever written,
'Will YOU go with me?' Alice asked.
"Will |? Well, you re fairy princess.
Christine descended upon her and Rugged
her. II really can't afford to spend money
on these things, but / do it anyway.
Ill take YOU to the opera In return. Now
go back to your letters.
mere WIS one Sidid ttishb hitih
ing Like many quiet people, Clara was
more her real self on paper than she was
when she talked. Her letters were always
amusing.
''Berenice grows fat and more adorable
every day." she wrote this time. I'VE wish
her black hair would curl, put 1T won [
so your mother and / sheared it off like
a boys and rumple it over her head and
she does look cute. m practising my
tlressmaking on her. The first experiment
was dress of yellow, chambray shocked
in green, and she is the sweetest thing In
it, took her to the post office and Mrs.
Myer fell in love with it, so she ordered
a copy of it for niece of hers. Fancy
Mrs. Myer, who never spends a cent she
can help, doing that
"Berenice was carrying an enormous
yellow balloon which Mr.. Mdrlowe brought
her He came around in that long low car
of his, and took your mother and the baby
for an airing and he was nice enough to
ask me- | think | looked pathetic. | sat
IN the back seat, your mother in front
with him. My dear, she really almost
chattered! You can't imagine how your
mother has improved. / had a bad head
ache, that's why | was asked. Poor Mr..
Marlowe hadn't heard from you for a
them to him"
Aren't you jealous?" Christine asked.
Alice. girl-fashion, had read parts of her
letters to her roommate.
Not bit, Alice answered. "Im
so glad he does go around there. / want
him to like Clara and be nice to her"
Heavens Christine exclaimed. "Td
be wild with jealousy. i haven't green
eyes for nothing"
But there were parts of her letters
that Alice did not read TO her new chum,
parts that she read over and over again
herself. Except for one note long ago from
David, when he sent her his books, she
had never had any letters that were not
the most casual sort.
II can hardly wait until Thanksgiving
to see you" Lawrence wrote. 81 would
come up sooner for a weekend, but father
has suddenly taken it into his head that |
ought to work, and I've really been busy.
Our sales manager resigned and I'm in his
place and it's new sort of work for me.
81 drive out to your little house to see
your mother. as | promised, and your
young protege. That Miss-you call her
Clara, is rather nice-I Like her because
she admires you so much. I'm so lonely
for you I'll talk hours to anyone who will
talk about you, and she likes to tell me
things about YOU. My dear, 'rh glad you
are having your chance to study and to live
in big city-so glad / won't spoil your
Joy by telling you how unhappy / am.
Only please don't ever forget how much
/ love you"
Tomorrow-The GloriouA CITY.