Detroit evening times. (Detroit, Mich) 1921-1958, 1941-06-15

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her. Being neuroiogist, you
may. But her darling namesake
is still alive. not crippled, in no
danger, Lou, suppose. and
this is far as my comprehension
goes not having been pretty
exaggerates the Importance Of
physical beauty.
Those Of us Who,Ve had our
share know better. What has
beauty ever done for any woman
except to complicate her life and
make her envious and bitter
when it begins to fail 1t might
be kinder to let Lucy's beauty
be little spoiled"
Yes" said Henry, ut might
be but we're going to try to save
it aren't we, for all that ?"
las a matter of family and
even of personal pride" said
Judith II have not liked my
niece. as you may have noticed.
She has too much character
which is a euphemism for bad
temper-as well as too much
beauty. She is when you come
right down to IT. too much like
me. But / should miss hearing
people rave about her. once
they used to say she was her
Aunt Judith over again"
Lucy looks very much like
you, Miss Grange. Tie resem-
blance is there and / think will
increase with the years. She is,
in a way carrying your torch"
What Lucy would have called
Henry's Oriental imagery aston
ished Judith as it had her great
niece. She opened her amused,
ironic eyes. You may be the
means of keeping it alight if you
can help her now. May l go up
and see your sister,"
He went up, two steps at a
time, raped on a door and was
told in a weak mournful voice
to come in. Lou lay on a couch
in a great. shadowed room and
the first thing her physician did
was TO rattle up three Venetian
shades and let sun in across the
crimson rug.
Turning from this act, he
found her lifted, astonished from
her pillow. Her hair was untidy,
her face more noticeably dis
torted, her eyes blind with weep
ing.
DR. Treyne! I'm so glad
you've come TO me. Please give
me something to make me sleep
Ito forget. -"
LENRY strobe to the foot Of her
- couch and stood there gnmly.
you are" he said, without
any doubt the vaincst and most
selfish egotist it's ever been my
misfortune to meet in a vain and
selfish world. Your sister Judith
is worth ten Of you. In a few
days I'll tell you why Just now
all l want TO tell you is this.
You never loved anyone but
yourself You've hated the world
because it hasn't nattered and
babied and consoled you. You've
loved Lucy mainly because you
felt that she was a successful
edition Of yourself.
You lie here crying and
moaning and starving and killing
yourself because your own vicari-
Gus prettiness has been, you
think. destroyed. You haven't
one drop Of warm, maternal
blood in your veins. If you'd ever
forgotten yourself honestly you'd
have been rather a handsome
woman.
you would not accept the face
and body God gave you so they've
never fitted you. You have de-
foSmed and distorted them, your
self.
IF you'd put them on with the
right sort of pride and the right
sort Of humility and the right
sort of courage and gone about
your business, which is exactly
the same as the business Of every
other woman in the world beau
tiful. or plain. Of binding up the
wounds and serving the necessi-
ties OF all the weak and wounded.
the unhappy and defeated, the
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