The Daily Alaska empire., 1931-12-15
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 write. It was an enthusiastic epis- tie of encouragement and assur- ances as to an operation. Then she went on to all her own details oi the las tweek. Her tears fell as she wrote. There was nothing bit ter and harsh about her crying now. Just the bentle easing oi grief in retrospect. Afterwards dropping the letter in a box across the street she felt a new lifting of her unhappiness. It was like a wound that had been opened and drained of it's poison. Still sore but quite free of it's inflammation and throb.
 She took lengthy walk along the Seine and her senses, for the first time since her mothers death, absorbed impressions; the caress- ing, kind spring air; the sharp squawk of a French horn; small boats plying through the grey Seine; women washing clothes close to the waters edge, red flan- nel, blue flannel, blue denim muddy white cotton; the patient | fishers on the left bank.
 She loved Paris and hated the thought of going home. Crossing he place de la Concorde she felt genuine thrill at it's great sweep though it was really something of aer own. That was it. Paris be- longed to whenever walked her streets.
 Tomorrow che must go to the Cunard office and engage her pas sage home. Mrs. Muir's letter written to cousin Alicia Poe at An tibes had been returned that morning with no such address ;cribbled across it's envelope in French Venice had no friends or ,ies of any kind here now. There was no reason for lingering on Doctor Hawks had dropped from her ken as. do many people who are kindnes itself in the face of 5rouble but become invisible when she trouble passes.
 | Sitting in her bedroom that eve- ming Venice's mind went towards | 5he future with the first clarity it had registered in the past week. Back to New York again with that present struggle to make her. self attractive in the social Whirl- pool It was what her mother would have wanted. Going to par ties again, awkward and shy. Ro- land Wainwright, that dazzling young man, ignoring her with casual indifference, like the shrIg of a shoulder. And Drake Far reilly who was a real person, kind because he sympathized with her It was a dreadful, draining pros pect. Life loomed before her an endless effort of striving to please
 She eyed the extravagant roses on the wallpaper with dreary pes simism. Suddenly a picture oi Ann Duryea blurred the overgrowr flowers with their unnatural pur- plish hue. She sat with her slim legs crossed high, dark, apathetic not really clever or amusing Mer crowding about her were insistent
 in their efforts to gain attention
 They liked her because they vert not quite sure what had gone or in her past. I'm better looking
 thought Venice with miserable re.
 sentiment. If only everyone didns
 know I'd always lived discreetl!
 with my mother. And any one wht
 likes my appearance at all grow discouraged when he talks to me
 I'm SO flat with my dull reparte, , and self consciousness and conven tional background.
 Suddenly she clasped her hand
 with eager intensity. Her face wen , alight. Why shouldn't I stay owe. here six months and return with {
 manufactured past? I could hin
 at this and that. My reserved con , versation would only appear lsign-post to hidden depths. I nigh
 actually try to do things here tha
 I'd never done before will. I will } I'll show Roland Wainwright. II make him long to discover what h,
 overlooked. I'll make Drake Far
 reilly think me the most desirabl, } girl he's ever met, not just bun dle of black velvet sitting neglected on some stairs. I'll show every
 body, the girls that thought I wa a dud, the men that never notices me one way or another, the mel that tried. to be polite and though
 they deserved medal for thei pains.
 She went to bed tremendousl, lexcited. 'tff Dear God, she prayed, help me t < go home mysterious and interest ing woman. Please, dear God. She lay awake half the nigh planning how to work out thi < tremendous problem. Dawn brouga no solution but she dropped aslee] happy and anticipatory with tn resolution that there would return < to New York a new and allurin Venice Muir.
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