The New York herald., 1922-04-30

/ remember a story my mother told me
about an Arab horse she used to ride in
the Row. Once when hearing the music OF
a regimental band passing, the horse began
to lie down and try to roll over. She did
not fall off or lose her head" and the
PEOPLE who were standing by watching
said under their breath, Circus rider"
thrilled me with the idea that the horse
must have been a performing horse that
had learned to bow or dance to music and
perhaps roll over dead" at some given
music cue.
/ remember clearly my first grief There
was childrens party given by my father.
A Christmas tree with lovely fairy doll
holding a golden scepter in her hand and
with what appeared to me diamond
crown upon her head, standing on the tips
OF her toes, with stars all about her and
lights-lights everywhere-and toys of all
descriptions and colors hanging every
where beneath her feet
At the foot of the tree were large crack.
inside Of these crackers were dresses
kings dresses, queens dresses, princes and
princesses' and a band was playing.
Crowds of people and children and l, wild
with excitement, looking, wondering
whether l would have the dress of a queen
or princess.
Then some one brought me one of the
large crackers and said it was mine
put my arms around II and whispered,
What is inside?" And the answer know
was "A cooks dress" and l wept and wept
end wept
/ remember no more about the Christ
mas party, only that l was in a room
alone. Some one had grown tired of tell
ing me to stop crying" mot to be
silly little girl" but / was full of shame
and my vain little heart was broken.
/ was lonely little girl There were
scarcely ten months between my youngest
brother and me and we were always in the
Lursery together. He was a sad and ner-
vous child, delicate and silent. / remember
he used to sit in a corner making small
bags out of little pieces of cloth our nurse
gave him. His aloofness teased me. my
noise and energy teased him, and / seem
to remember tussles and trying to pull out
each others hair.
/ believe / used to cry loud and long,
and some one told me that when / was
few months old my nurse said to my
mother: She Is not a baby; she Is
tiger!" The nurse had laid me in cup
board so that my mother should not hear
my screams Perhaps though still in long
clothes knew my nurse was unintelligent!
| remember no more of my early years
the years that lie between and years
OF age, but those things which, | suppose,
all children suffer and remember-sudden
strangeness and shyness and loneliness, a
sense of invisible things and people and
fears born of ignorant nurses warnings
Did I-do we-have enough love and
cherishing and understanding in our
youth? But up to the age of rs the human
Eeart Graves for that.
The kind, gentle look in my Uncle
Harry's eyes | remember through all the
years, and the comforting love and Joy
found in the pet animals about the house
and the passionate desire to some day have
little pet dog of my own.
think / was about years old when
my parents moved to England. Our
place belonged to. a Miss Bailey, an
cid friend of my mother. II was an old,
low, gray stone house, with porch stand
ing in the middle of big garden. There
were stables and a large field adjoining
with some fine trees. Inside the house
we're long low rooms, a dining room,
library, drawing room and a mysterious
room always kept locked containing things
belonging to Miss Bailey. place of shad-
ows in my memory
My mothers sister, Aunt Dora, and her
five little ones had come from India to
live with us, her husband in the meanwhile
having gone to Mexico to look after my
fathers interests in silver mines. The
house was full of children. These cousins
OF mine. | fancy, had been spoiled by
ayahs-we were a strange medley OF "bick.
ering brats." and some one called me the
ugly Duckling" and ugly was quite
sure / was.
have a vague recollection OF my eldest
sister being fond of me and dressing me
Jp prettily. She taught me my notes on
the piano. To this day she tells me was
a very difficult child to understand, and her
attitude is still one of bewilderment, ques.
tion and concern. tender hearted
woman and most devoted mother this
sister OF mine.
| can remember many happy days spent
In the garden at Tulse Dale Lodge. my
favorite amusement sitting alone high mp
in a tree talking to myself and to the
leaves-they were little people to me-
and my friends
:" like the talking OF the trees
And voices in the air that knew my name"
An especially naughty and favorite
game of mine was Ia dig a hole fiji "a with