The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1920-09-23

tinctiy the dreary November rain
storm OF tho morning reproach-
fully accused Mother OF wanting 10
make me back into stupid little
Mary. Just because shc no uncom-
promisingiy disapproved Of the bead
I'd chains and bangles ana jeweicd
combs and spanwied party dresses
that every riri IN school" was wear
ing. Why. the idea, Did she want
me 10 dress like = little trump OF
country giri7 II seems she did.
Poor mother. Dear mother !
wonder how she kept her patience
at all But she kept H. ] remember
that distinctly. too.
II Was that winter that I went thru
the morbid period. Like our child
hoods measles and whooping cough.
II seems TO come 10 most OF ns--us
women children. wonder Why
Certainly II came 70 me. True 20 type
! cried By tho hour over fancicd
Sights from my schooimates. and
brooded days Mt time because
Father or Mother didn't under
stand Questioned everything In
the earth beneath and the heavens
above: and IN my dark despair over
an averted glance from my most
Intimate friend. meditated on
whether life wax. or was not. worth
the living. with . preponderancc to-
ward the latter.
Being plunged into . stats Of srt-
tied gloom. then became scutely
anxious AZ 10 my souls salvation.
and fcverishly pursued every ism
and oiogy that caught my rowing
eyes attention. until IN one short
month had become. In despairing
rotation. an incirient agnortic. afhe-
ist. pantheis, and mosfist. Mean
while ] read Ibscn. and wisely dis
cusred the new school Of domestic
relationships
Mother-dcar mother, looked on
axhast she feared. ! think. for my
lifc: certainly for my sanity and
morals
II was Father this time who came
10 the rescue He pooh poohed
Mothers fears. said II was indi-
Ecssion that allied mo. or that was
growing too fast: or perhaps I didn't
set enough sleep. or needed. maybe.
good tonic. He took me out Of
i school. and made II q point to &C.
company mo on long walks lie
talked with me-not to me--Aboui
the birds and the trees and the sun
eets. and then about the deeper
things OF life. until. before ! realized
H. ! was sane and sensible once more.
serene and happy In the simple faith
Of my childhood. with all the isms
and ologlea . mere bad dream In the
dim past
! was seventeen. II remember
rightly. when ! became worried. not
over my havcniy c~aie now. but my
earthly one I must have q career,
OF course No Mandy PANTY evrry-
day living of dishes and busting and
meals and babies for ma II was all
very wen. Of course. for some pco-
pla Such thingx had TO bnL But
for me-
could vrife Of course: but I
was not SURF but that ! preferred
the stage A. tho same time there
was within me q deep stirring an Of
call 10 20 out and cniighten the
world especially that portion OF !.
In darkest Africa or dradiiest India.
! would be . missionary.
Before ] was eighteen. however.
I had Abandoned nil this Fathcr pu,
his foot down hard on the missionary
project, and Mother put hers down
on the stage idea I didn't mind 80
much. tho. ms remember. for on
further study and consideration. I
found that flowers and applause we're
not all Of an actors life. and that
Africa and India werc not entirely
desirable an place Of residence for
young woman alone besides
had decided by then that could en-
tighten the world Just ~ cffcctuaIly
land much moro comforfahly1 by