The daily Alaskan., 1922-03-23
AN ORVILLE
By MILDRED WHITE

| argument to a climax. "Remember, my dear" she said grandly, that you are an Orvllle."
 Well" asked Diana testify, exact ly what does that mean1 First, and always, am an American, and if my mother chose to fall in love and marry Into an aristocratic old family, why should l be continually persecuted with the faCtT
 GwendolIn shrugged.
 Mother was 8 sweet and lovable lady. You greatly resemble her pie lures, Diana. But she wore herself out endeavorlng 10 live up to the re- QuirementS of fathers family, failing dlSpIrltedly in the end. Mothers tastes and ambitions were simple and home ly, like yours, my dear. The rest of us are all OrvIIles. And don't mind confessIng here, In the secrecy Of my boudolr, that my marriage was made in accord with the dictates of fathers family. I owed them that. Aunt Phyl- lis Orville talked with me often con corning my duty, and knew what would be expected when Grandmother Orville, In my girlhOOd, sent me abroad. was supposed to repay that kindness by a gratifying marriage. And l did. Gordon Is a banker com ing from one Of the finest families In Boston. There was boy in the coed college attended,"
 GwendolIn paused. Her usually sharp black eyes were filled with dreams.
 Never mind that episode" she went on. "l merely refer to 1t to show you that we all have our love affairs and that they are easily put In abey- ance. l admit rather tancIed this stranger admirer of yours, until Lois Adams learned accidentally of his boarding place. My dear! Think of a man of the slums presuming 10 force his attentions upon you declare It makes me furious when realize how Lois must have laughed ln secret over our humiliation"
 "She need not laugh" Diana said, her quiet tone In pleasant contrast to her sisters excited one. John Dalton Is a mun, whether he lives in the slums or the exclusive park. though that 'Slum' remark Is an eXagCcration, He does hoard. he told me so frankly, In an old and shabby part of the city. He Is trying to make hIs way up in his profession, alone and unaIded. He thought" added Diana brayely, Thai we could marry sooner that way. And nothing In the world" the girl raised her lovely, flushed face "is of conse- quence tO John now. save our mar riage-and his profession"
 Gwehdolln Jumped to her feet.
 Good heavens she exclaimed. Has your affair gone as far as thst1 What will father say, If you persist in this fOolishnessT' the sister walled.
 Diana arose.
 "I don't know" she replied. q guess I'll go and ask him"
 Her father was not ID any room Of the apartment which they shared together, so she sought him later In his office.
 Father" the young, loved daughter asked abruptly, what became Of Aunt Phyllis Orylne, and why were my sisters obliged to live up to her snObbish standardsT'
 Brought up like a princess, Phyllis was" he said. We Orvilles had a pretty fine home, big stone place facing Orville court. Phyllis inherited the property and disposed of it. suppose, long ago. Foreigners and business blocks have crowded out the court It's called plain Court street now. never drive down that way-turnIshes my memories"
 Court street." repeated Diana. "FR- ther, came to talk to you about Court street. It's where man lives that l love-"
 Love" whispered Colin Orville. He stared now Rt hlS daughter.
 Diana nodded. John Is & civil en- gineer, father" she went on, and your own friend Mir. Stewart thinks a great deal of him. But Gwendolin Is hu- initiated because l want to marry John, for l am all Orville, and he lives on Court street" The sentences came in R confused rush.
 Deliberately her father arose and got into his coat. We will go and see just where he Is," he said. We can talk things over on the way"
 1t was a dingy house of past gran deur-oh, very far past, with crowd ing stores on either side, and children chatterIng around It in foreign tongue.
 Colin Orville grssped his daugh- ter's arm. "Diana," he cried, my dear. this is my old home" He shook his head sadly, then smiled hls whimsi- cal smile. That for the lasting glory of a proud name, and a proud house"
 An old lady opened the door, She was a tull, white-haired woman, and