Arizona republican., 1922-06-04

But not for long. Olives was
brave. courageous soul after all.
Life. as her father had said, was to
be faced-lived. And she must, she
would, live it well. One mistake-she
thought constantly of the part she
had played in that escapade, the leav-
ing of her work instead of going to
her studio, the part that had not
made her blameless in what had hap
pened-one mistake must not, should
not, spoil her life.
Away from the vIIlage. her home,
her loved ones, on away into the
green and yellow hills, the fields OF
grain and corn, past towns, cities and
villages the train ran. twisting,
screeching its iron warning, and with
it's iron nose forever pointing toward
New York.
Back to the top of the world!
The little studio room with it's
smell of paint welcomed her as she
switched on the lights. This was also
home, and she sank with sigh of
thankfulness into a chair before she
removed her hat.
Her journey had been fruitless in
that she had learned nothing more of
her birth, her people-if she had any.
Oh, how she wished she knew that
II she had any! But suppose she did
know and-they weren't the right
sort-not like father and mother Lee
wasn't it better after all-not to
know? But if her journey had been
of no avail it had not been in vain.
1t had strengthened her will, and she
had them, the two. old dears, her own
who so loved her. And they trusted
her. they knew she was good. She
would be thankful and take up her
work earnestly. 'bravely and in the
doing find her happiness.
"And / will be happy!" she said
aloud as she rose and went about the
business of getting ready for bed. Il
will be happy in spite of tin spite
of everything"
AS she looked from her darkened
window out upon the night lights she
felt that the great heart of the world
was beating about her. Above. below,
to every side lights twinkled, she
heard the hum of traffic. the night
noises of a great city. so different
from the night noises of the country
those she had heard only a few hours
gone by. She leaned far out and. late
as it was, many people We're hurrying
along the gayly lighted streets.
what a wonderful--w 4 u
city," she said aloud. "And it is here
| shall make my success
Not once had Olive doubted that
success would crown her efforts, so
honestly made. And success was not
longed for selfishly but because OF
her desire to prove her worth and to
repay those who had done so much
for her Her ambitions had grown
yes, but where is there one who with
a moderate success does not Wish Tor
greater rewards
Now more closely than ever did
Olive apply herself to her work. Dom
aid Norris had tried to see her, but
with quiet determination she had
made him understand she did not
wish it. But letters, telephone calls,
apologies were for a time most dis
turbing. Evidently Donald wanted,
perhaps expected, forgiveness. But
Olive was adamant. Finally he had
desisted and with freedom from his
presence. his opportunities, she was
freed from the memories of that
dreadful day when he had taken her
10 his home.
But Olive was not left alone. Her
other friends came and went as usual
especially Godfrey Mason and his
sister A close friendship had sprung
up between the two girls, friendship
good for both.
Grace Mason, with rare good sense
for one of her age, did not try to aid
her brother by praising him to Olive,
or in any way showing that she knew
he cared for her other than as a
friend Had she, Olive would at once
have been on her guard, and Godfrey
treated the two girls so much alike
that she had no cause to refuse his
attentions. They meant nothing but
simple friendship. So she thought
(To be continued)