The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1921-06-23
MARCH WINDS
BY MAE POOLE.

A round, dimpled mouth, two deep
brown, twinkly eyes, little rose
checked someone in pink pinafOre,
playing with disreputable looking doll.
Tragedy Ann" A mound OF bedclOthes
moved and then settled down, and one
could near faint sigh Of cOntentment
the white mound shifted again! And
where the moon shone family on the
race or the sleeper, one saw, not the
dimpied mouth Of a 4-year-old, but
was 1t the face of the little maid OF
the Orient, with narrow, almond eyes
and dusky skin? Mayhaps! And one
might almost imagine faint, elusive
perfume stealing forth from trans
parent vial.
Peggy O'Day had been to New York.
And what OF that, one might ask?
New York is-New York and ia these
days OF "limiteds" and airplaning, all
one had to do was to drop few 'nec-
essaries" In weekend case aud
phone Tor a chair at 2 p, H., and hear
three bells" ia dear old New York,
so to speak!
But this "trip To New York hadn't
been exactly as If the Prince of Wales
had SAID, casually, Come, Peggy, ola
dear. We'll just take little trip to
Cairo and see if the Sphinx is still
wearing his perpetual grouch-and his
Egyptian costume" Oh, no! 1t had
meant marceless, manicure-less ana
matlnee-less days to Peggy O'Day OF
the f1rm OF j. HOuser 4 Sons, decora-
tors,
The only thing Peggy had been able
10 talk about was THE Follies." Oh,
yes, she had been shopping" at Wana-
makers, and teaing; taken trip TO
Chinatown and Washington Square;
had seen gay throngs on Fifth avenue
and Broadway-but, without knowing
why, she had chosen the Village Fol
lies as her first pleasure. The night she
had returned she woke Yyonne, her
roommate, to go In wild ectasies-"Oh,
/ saw Margaret s. in the masked dam
ces, and she was wonderful !" Yvonne.
however, who had visions of lost beauty
sleep, didn't seem much interested In
masked" dances-One didn't have to
go to New York to see them!
Peggy went back to her corner desk
she ate the usual lunches of J. Houser
Sons. but to the trained observer il
wasn't the same Peggy" March came,
and with it, strong penetrating winds.
Along with March winds, and "house-
cleaning" came the "Follies" to b.
Peggy didn't null over in her mind the
foolishness of spending perfectly good
dollars to see it again-there was that
irresistible call that must be answered.
Yyonne had to answer the call" too,
not wishing to be in disfavor
All that night through Peggy was a
child in pinafores playing with her
dolls-a shy. slant-eyed little maiden.
dainty and fragile, in garb of Nippon
Oh, wasn't 1t wonderful? Dear, dead
days beyond recallw Why there were
not any such things now. One could be
young and old, beautiful or ugly, and
on and on. Marvellous And no one
had discovered IT before.
When She awoke in the morning, she
leaned over to rouse her roommate
but there was no Yvonne!
FUNNY and then she glanced at
her watch.
Heavens why, it's o'clock, and
I'm due at the office"
Slowly she slid her feet into wooden
hose and Oxfords, and when tiny hands
pointed to 10 oclock-she was sitting
In the deep window seat with no idea
of going to the Office!
With the kaleidoscope of faces In the
night had come the transformation of
her soul.
She was like Gagged bird who sud
denly found the door open, and that It
had winl,.
l had heard of this House of Many
Faces" recently from a friend who was
a staunch admirer Of the place-and Of
Peggy O'Day. Like Yvonne of the old
en- days, | had to answer the CALL"
too, to keep in favor. Nothing can de-
scribe the feeling of cOntentment as
passed through heavy, rich draperies
to meet her. My feet sank into Persian
rugs, upon which were placed wicker
chairs Of every color; and draperies to