The Birmingham age-herald., 1924-05-18

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 Dear Doctor, Instead of sinking into the abyss of agony and despair, it has brought me to the realization haps I have been unkind and cross when a smile would-have helped. Per hops, too, someone, climbing life's long and rugged highway, their knew she could never do it. Would Marthe live, on the money so earned :? As La Phalene she would earn suffi- cinet and to spare for the guarantee of Marthe's well-being.
 Her thoughts turned to Kendrick, away and left her?
 Quickly that mood passed. He had neither deserted her nor purposely raised her hopes. That had been all her own doing. He had probably for gotten her by this time.
 Again her thoughts stopped dead. There seemed nothing else-nothing at all.
 She had not one friend to whom she could turn. La Phalene, of the Theatre JOyeuse, La Phalene, whom Paris was coming to worship, had nobody at all nobody. She had gained wealth and fame, and lost friendship and hope, and she found the exchange against her.
 She reached out her hand and switched off the lights. Through the window, across the roofs, the faint primrose of the dawn was lifting.
 Fully dressed as she was, in all her evening tinery, showing tawry now, despite it's costliness, in the radiance of the awakening day, she went side ways on to the pillow and tried to sleep. 5-
 Elise did not sleep well. But her thoughts took a different turn. She no longer pitied herself,
 Brunei, Mordac, all of their kind, were jackals. Those men always won. They always won-because the girls never played the game properly.
 That was an astounding thought, and it brought Elise to a sitting posi- tion, very eager and quick thinking.
 She had partner of whose existence none of the other players was aware death! Death was stacking the pack for her, and the other players did not know it!
 She had but to fight for a little while, and then would come the great retreat with her forces still intact, with the spoil of the battle in her pos session.
 She was quivering now with excite ment. She could do it. She. would make La Phalene notorious, and the notoriety would be undeserved. She had beaten Brunei that evening. She could beat them all.
 On the peril of the venture she did not think. She was as yet not com pletely educated in the ways of that world she had entered, and, with, 8 great optimism born of her recent en- counter with Brunei, she conceived the victory already hers.
 They would load her with presents, with jewels, with everything she de- sired, and she would stand by and watch. them struggle for the reward those presents were intended to buy.
 It would be justice-mOre than jus. tice. She would repay hundred wrongs, q hundred persecutiOns-if she were successful. That she would be unsuccessful she did not think.
 She made her decision. She would do it.
 Over the morning coffee she outlined roughly her plans, and the first thing she concentrated on was the suite of rooms Brunei had obtained for her be, hind the Champs Elysees. She pictured herself as another Rejane, holding re, captions of the greatest, with herself as a queen. So the suite must be fur, nished accordingly. There would be maids. two or three of them. And a male attendant.
 She considered this. and had an idea A Nubian or an Ethiopian in garnish dress as q doorkeeper. That would go we'll with the rest. A mute, if pos sible.
 She decided on him without further thought.