The Birmingham age-herald., 1920-03-15
TRYING HER WINGS

l. Nlvian was amusing. She had pert, bright way of saying things-an origi-
 nal point of view.
 And. seated in her big. bright studio. shirley soon began to enjoy herself.
 And so you've len home, Vivian. and are living on your own?" l Vivian nodded and her dark eyes Elowed She wasn't pretty. but she 1 had an air of definite attraction about her Her mouth might be a shade too
 large for actual beauty but it was generous. It's up-curving corners de- noted sense of humor. And her eyes dark, vivid. full of magnetism. were really fine.
 l 1Of course I'm living on my own, It's the only thing to do after one reaches certain aRei loathe de. pendence I can't stand being bossed around by parents. And really. Shir. ley, I think it's against the laws of nature-that grown-up daughters should hang around their parents home. out staying their welcome"
 Shirley smiled. And Vivian con- tinued:
 The parental instincts really high " overrated' Personally I believe that after a girl reaches the mature age of 2c or thereabouts. she isn't expected to finger any longer in the family vest, So far as she's concerned. the paternal
 
 dwindles. She's expected to set out and thy her wings-and. of course. old-fashioned fathers always interpret such flight in terms of mar riage"
 Shirley smiled.
 You always liked excitement of any sort. l suppose that is why you al- ways fere flirtatious. vivianr
 Maybe I amt pays to bel" rejoined ner friend. reflectiveiy. Though men may ramp and rave and carry on. they dont appreciate the dear domesticated ehnging vine one. bit, Now. look at e-she sat up suddenly and stared a Shirley-"I haven't got an ounce of faithfulness in nny oompositjont I,n, Dot scrap good looking. Some miaht Think me even plain. And yet men 20 crazy over me.''
 She leant a little forward. lips apart eyes shining.
 "And why? Bkchuse I'm not Out to vim I don't want to snare the crea- lures into matrimonv! Life and love are Just sort of gamble-and I play sportingly, for the sheer love Of the game D'you understand?
 Miss Shirley smiled a small. compre- hending smile. She was very fond Of Vivian and perhaps understood her retter than most people did
 There are three types of women 9ne sdiu puietiy. Flrst. the looker-on. who's out of the run 1fng. I'm berin ming to put myself in that categorv. 7 Here Shirley heaved tiny sigh. | Next. those who are Out to win ak | you express it. Vivian. They play their i cards very carefully with a definite ! end in view All would be benedicts l should avoid them, And thirdly. those [ who plunge into loves gamble just be- { cause the sporting insti.-rs in their blood-and because they're naturaliv Ia fascinating or magnctic--call 1t what | you will You're in the last-named | class"
 And there I'll stayw reioined Miss Vivian, sbriskly. For. believe me. var lety is the spice of life, Love affairs are just like flowers. I'd rather have I crop of dear little wild roses than rune them all away and cultivate ,ne single. magnificent1y imposing | lower, See. Shirley2"
 Making heaps of-~monev. Vivian 7,
 The latter shook her head.
 don't work hard enough.s she 'aid frankly. T haven't got the price- ess Rift or concentration. Tn order to nake money. one must concentrate can do lots of things just fairly we'll -but one special thing particularly Fellr She laughed little ruef,,I , augh- T call myself an artist--but 'etween ourselves. this humble calling ] what brings me in my meaKre in- ome' She lifted up some rather anna eurish fashion drawings. "If [ couId tick at 1t. I'd get sairly good in ime-at least. so Jir.< Dalton tells ne,r 1 At the sound af ssat -ame cbir,evsx 7 cart ;eapt stran~elv. For rnen,on. bs felt acutely jealous of this girl
 ls he your critic?v she inouired !. opinR that Vivian wouldn't notice ths ! tiffness in her voice.
 .xOT \ woNAN,s NAx- Hes dear ~nea fellow rejoined { he latter danse, with Enthusiasm.