The Birmingham age-herald., 1921-12-12
THE BETTER MAN D. AAAN OIIRICTIE
I-CAMILLE WESTBROOK, BUTTERFLY
By MAY CHRISTI.
Copyright, 1921, by the Mcclure Newspaper syndic

Before the mirror fin the rose and orchid bedroom of her New York apartment stood Camilla Westbrook, with a meditative pucker marring the smooth perfection of her pretty face.
 Young Good looking we'll off with shoals of friends nice clothes enjoyments ." remarked the young woman sotto voice to the charming image in the glass. and ticking off each statement on the slim fingers of her left hand. And yet I'm bored-bored absolutely stiff"
 Which last remark was true. h. dubitably true.
 Tonight, for the first time in all her four and twenty years of care- free cheerfulness. Camilla voiced the thought
 Critically, impartially, she eyed the picture that the mirror gave, tilt ing back the flattering pink shades rom the electric lamps so that no artificial aids. might prejudice the verdict.
 A clean-cut, oval little face with straight. short nose and rounded chin looked back to her. Eyes big and dark and questing. Lips curved and cherry-ripe. albeit they were cap- able of setting in determined line Complexion as earnation pink as the flowers on Camilla's dressing table.
 And wavy, silky, curly hair thai framed the owners charming little face in veritable cloud of duski- ness, and yet, when the sun shonS on 1t, showed auburn tints.
 And yet-Camiila was diseontent- ed. She was bored-absolutely stiff.
 Since her return from boarding school, where she had spent all her girlhood until she was 19, Camilla had had a New York home. She was an orphan, the child of an Eng fish mother and an American father, and she had, after her parents death, received some of her schooling in America. some in France and Eng land. When she had left school her English relatives, with whom she was in the habit of spending her hol- idays, had sent over reliable Scotch woman, an old family ser want, as her housekeeper, and with this Elizabeth in charge there had always been a little apartment in New York, whether Camilla were there or in England. And until her recent death much-loved English aunt had lived with Camilla.
 Camilla had plenty of friends in New York-she was the kind of girl who would make friends wherever she went. But since Ter aunt's death she had been lonely. Ehe had few relations left in England. But on this stock taking evening she thought longingly of London. There she would find, she knew. host of welcominglg friends. Why not go over for a visit at least? And have her own little apartment in London. just as she had in New York!
 With Camilla, to think was to act. And so 1t happened that within month. with the enthusiastic> -op- eration of Elizabeth, the New York apartment had been let and Camilla was established in charming little flat in London, much to the joy of the many friends she had there.
 And yet, Camilla was not content. Some vague dissatisfaction with ex- istence dominated her. So it hap pened one evening in London that she was saying to herself, again, Pm bored-absolutely stiff. And l wonder why?"
 Her musings were interrupted by  sharp ring at the doorbell, and Eliza beth put her head inside the door to announce in somewhat disapprov- ing tones:
 MT. Reginald Van Tuyl is in the drawing room."
 Camilla flushed a little, hesitated, dabbed touch of powder on her dainty nose. took a quick survey Of the immaculate blue and gold even ing frock she was wearing, and caught up the very latest foible in the way of dance bags-a frail re- ceptacle fashioned of ostrich feath- CT tips with flat space in the cen- ter bearing the owners monogram, e. w." in brilliants, walked quietly down the passage, opened the door and blithely said:
 Hello, Reggie. Late as usual. But I'm glad to see you. How are your"
 A tall, slim. fair young man, the weak feature of whose otherwise