Evening star., 1923-07-22

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the Bronx home OF one Of her CO.
workers in Dignowity's. But when
they played post office, Winnie's name
had never been called.
AS she ran over these events, Win
ME Bout was forced to admit to her
self that her search for romance had
been perilously near a total failure.
Tomorrow. she felt. would be crisis
In her life.
In the morning she dressed with in
finite care. Her final glance in the
mirror was not very reassuring. She
did look-well. rather wide, and her
legs-well. she hadn't realized there
was quite so much OF them. How
ever, bravely she set forth.
She was dressed in the garb OF the
younger generation. Her feet were
adorned with fiat, rubber -soled sport
shoes of banana-hued elkskin. with
brown bands across the toes; her
stockings were Of the popular buffish
tint; her skirt was plaid-rathe vio-
lently plaid. Her light coat was of
alleged cameTs hair, and was of the
type called polo Her hat was
cooked at an angle that obliterated
one eye entirely and imperiled the
other. A rainbow scarf was twisted
noncha lantly about her throat.
When church was over Winnie
started on her stroll up 5th avenue.
Inwardly she was trembling at her
own audacity.
At 50th street she saw approaching
a young man, a very superior young
man, in top hat and morning coat
with a gardenia in his buttonhole
AS his features grew more distinct,
Winnie's heart stopped short 1t was
he-Angelo Delmonte.
WINNIE gathered together all her
" courage. AS ne drew near she
raised her eyes to his archly. She
gave him lingering little look; then
she dropped them again. She ven-
tured to look up. Her prince was
looking at her But he was not smil-
ing; he was laughing And at her.
Winnie took the elevated train back
to lower eth avenue. AS she hurried
homeward she heard voice call:
We'll. look who's here, Why,
Tiny"
1t was Miss Shultz, another girl
Eddie. and a fellow member of the
Social and Athletic Club out for a
Sunday stroll.
Winnie nodded to them as pleas
antly as a numbed heart would per-
NIT. In the faces Of Eddie and his
friend she saw the same look she had
seen in the face Of her prince on 9Th
avenue. Their laughter pursued her
as she climbed the stairs to her bed
room She was sitting in her wicker
chair, trying to keep back the tears.
when Gertrude thrust in her head.
You know what Eddie said. Tiny"
Winnie raised her stricken face.
what" she asked feebly
"He said" replied Miss Shultz. that
you looked like load Of hay going
somewhere to be pitched She
slammed the door and ratified down
stairs again.
With dull fingers Winnie pulled off
her finery. let it fall to the floor, lay
down on the bed, buried her face in
a pillow and tried to shut out the
world.
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ernoon, for Sunday is a banner day
in delicatessendom. AS she arranged
the cold baked beans in their little
paper canoes. she felt that the world
was staring at her, pointing its finger
at her, laughing at her But the
thought that tortured her most was
that no prince would ever come for
her now.
Winnie was fat. Not just pleasing
ly plump, not just stylishly stout
fat. She knew the cold truth. She
had thought of herself as statuesque,
but now
Winnie weighed 229 pounds. 1t
may strike the fortunate thin that it
was odd that she had never noticed
this damning fact until her twenty
second year. But what girl Of ro-
mantle temperament will admit to
herself that she is unattractive to
men until the cruel truth is forced
upon her?
WINNIE couldn't help being like
w that. She inherited her physique
and her romantic temperament. 1t
made winnie's mother proud to have
customers come into the Bout Deli
catessen Emporium and say. as they
pinched young Winnie's bulging
cheeks or chubby legs:
There's nne healthy child for
your
Her father said 1t was a good ad-
vertisement for his business to have
Winnie so palpably well nourished,
and he permitted, even encouraged,
her as a child to range at will among
the macaroons. the pies, the potato
chips and the candies. When she
grew a little older Winnie wrapped
herself round in dreams, she made
believe to herself that slender girls
were Jealous of her superior statuesques-