The L'Anse sentinel., 1921-06-17
MARCH WINDS
BY MAE POOLE.
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"a la2I hx AIcclnra Newsna ner sxnaIea.

checked someone in a pink pinafore,
playing with disreputable looking doll,
Tragedy Ann" A mound Of bedclothes
moved, and then settled down, and one
could hear faint sigh of contentment
the white mound shifted again And
where the moon shone family on the
face of the sleeper, one saw, not the
dimpled mouth of 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 ask2
New York is-New York; and in these
days Of "limiteds" and airplaning, all
one had to do was to drop few nee
essaries" in q weekend case and
phone for chair at p. m, and hear
"three bells" in 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, old
dear. Wen 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 marcelless, manicure-less and
matinee-less days to Peggy O'Day Of
the firm of j. Houser & Sons, decora-
tors.
The only thing Peggy had been able
to 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 dan
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 ]. Houser
& Sons. but to the trained observer 1t
wasn't the same peggy" March came,
and with 1t, strong, penetrating winds.
Along with March winds, and "house-
cleaning" came the "Follies" 10 B..
Peggy didn't null over in her mind the
foolishness Of spending perfectly good
nll 70 = In, Ia3
Irresistible call that must be answered.
Yvonne had to answer the CALL" too,
not wishing to be in disfavor.
All that night through Peggy was
child In plnafores, playing with, her
dolls--a shy, slant-eyed little maiden.
dainty and fragile, in garb of Nippon
Oh, wasn't it wonderful? "Dear, dead
days beyond recall!" 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! o
"Funnyl" and then she glanced at
! her watch.
Heavens why, it's 8 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 o'clock-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.
I. She was like Gagged bird who sud-
denly found the door open. and that 1t
had wings.
had heard Of this House of Many
Faces" recently from friend who was
a staunch admirer of the place-and of
Peggy O'Day. Like Yvonne Of the old
on 0ayS I had m "anSwar tho caIl -