The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1922-08-19
GLORIA
Chapter 80.

New tell me your name" Mrs.
Gates began as they started to work.
Dora-that is, Dora's my nickname.
I've a silly name, Aunt Maude doesn't
like it" She hesitated and then gave
it, Pandora"
Pandora" it was music when the
visitors voice pronounced it. "A sweet
name, though not after a very sweet
character. But it suits you in way,
because one could nickname you Pan"
A tiny pink stole into the girls
cheeks. Pan, What a lovely name
Pan was mischevious little god Pan
was prankish creature who danced
through the pages of story books
Yes, Pan. it's rather elfin, and so
are you.
~" The girls establishment was
overwhelming. Elfin-why that would
be more wonderful than to be beauti-
ful-elfin-she
oh. no. I'm the black sheep. There
are two of us you see, and Gladys
is all the nice things
But you are the one that's getting
married? You are the daughter"
Peter had said he might sell because
of the expense of his daughters wed
ding ceremony.
"Oh, no-that's Gladys No one
would want" She broke off. AS
though this exquisite lady would care
about her!
The woman saw in a flash more
things than Dora could have revealed
in an hour She was silent for a
moment, then tactfully changed the
talk.
Speaking of the appropriateness of
names, mine is hopeless. It's Gloria.
A deluded mother gave it to me when
] was a baby, because my eyes were
dark and my hair gold-or she thought
it might be gold A white hand went
to her dark locks.
Dora, to please her, had given her
some small tasks, such as arranging
china on the table, and cakes on the
plates. She watched her while she
worked.
Gloria Gates may or may not have
been pretty 1t depended upon wheth-
er or not she was pleased, and upon
the general taste of the observer
Gloria had straight black hair-the
straightest and blacklist that Dora had
ever seen. She wore it usually, pulled
straight back from her face, revealing
most of her ears-which were small
and very white, and all her low, white
forehead She always wore earrings
of the most bizarre style.
Her profile was too irregular for
beauty. her mouth too large. Her skin
was fine milky white, untouched by
rouge-rouge would have spoiled it
its charm was its wilderness; 1t had
almost the depth and living lustre oil
xynT
and very dark. her hands small and
white and her nails little too lon2
and a little too pinkly polished. She
kept them this way deliberately, tol
their pink artificially set off her white
skin and dark hair and eyes.
Dora wondered how her dress was
made It was pale green georgette
II seemed simple. but it was impos
chile to copy-which meant it was
very expensive With it she wore an
orange color toque and black drop ear
rings. Dora-nor any one else in Nor
ris City-had ever seen such start
ling figure.
As soon after supper as they com
fortably could, the four guests drove
away Dora silently washed dishes
jim silently helped her
TOO bad to have this extra work,
sympathized finally
"Oh, but l was so glad to have
them" she protested. She would have
cooked millions of meals and washed
millions of piles of dishes to have see1
and listened to this woman who wa!
so totally different from anything sh'
had seen or read about.
Next day, since she could do NOR
or less as she pleased when her aun