Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 46, Number 45, 1 January 1921 — Page 5

PAGE FIVE A SWEETHEART AT THIRTY The Story of a Woman's Transformation BY MARION RUBINCAM

THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM AND SUN-TKUSGRAM, RICHMOND, IND SATURDAY, JAN. 1, 1921.

CHAPTER 65 Nothing that ever happened did James as much good as the two weeks' visit Helen paid us. But it was not enough. Under the stimulation ot this practical-minded woman, who yet had enough of the poetic Impulse in her to appeal to all that was vague and undeveloped and beauty-loving about James, the boy fairly blossomed out. But the time of her visit was too short to do more than rouse him a little from the inaction into which he had sunk. Two forces were always at war within James; he was the logical temperament to come between dull-minded. pUegmatic Laura, and sensitive, idealfctic Vi. But the force to create somehing useful or lovely, to make somehing fine of himself, was never quitestrong enough. I still feel thatperhaps I might have been able to do something for him but I do not knot. After all, as Helen said, that shoul come from within one's own soul. The mother ho kills this vital spark in one f her children is ' surely as wlcad as the mother who kills the did that is yet to come. And tls was Esther's worst crime tat she systematically stampe. out the beauty in her boy's son just as she systematically kill! her husband's love sacrificingall to her little gods of econoy and common sense. j But there was nCne to worry over James then. I had v time more than taken up covering te hard routine of work in the house. I "You simply can'ti till I do the fall house cleaning," EBfyr said. And wo said of course we Mjildn't. "Though I never 'eard of anyone cleaning house this tie of year," she grumbled. "By the'old weather it will be dirty again a then I'll have to do It over. And Imyself. Bnt that's all a pton gets in this world," she went on, pbably enjoying herself immensely as e complained. "Ym raise children aido everything for them, and Just wh they are old enough to be some heloff they gocollege or marriage, otraiething like that. And here I amone, with all this help to feed, and lone to lift a hand to help me." "The hired help lea after harvest, Vi said. "And ycan get old Mrs. Horton for hariwork. She never charges much." " This started Esther Con a monologue about spending hey. So it ended by our paying mttention to her at all, but going about our work. Vi and I, often m our-guest helping, scrubbed paintfid washed floors, scoured the attic-ought out blankets to a closet eas to reach, beat carpets and put ss down and left, late in August, ouse that was so clean it radiated. We made the trip to thty in one day. taking the only ming train hat ran from our statiohanging to an afternoon express, i arriving in the evening. It was a-pleasant trip i Vi was almost as excited about it hen we went first, on our moment adventure Into the unknown townre were almost as burdened down w,un(jieS and we carried quantities lowers in our arms, and tiny fir v from i

the woods to plant in window boxes outside our flat. "To make something green when it's cold and gray and stormy," Vi said.

And we carried evergreen Ivy from.

the house, hoping to have window boxes of it Indoors. But somehow we all felt as though we belonged to the place we were going to, rather than the one we came from. ' ' As Violet said, with a little sigh

when we began running past brightly

lighted suburban cottages "Well we're almost home." "Home, yes. I believe you do feel more at home in your flat than out

there," Helen said, looking at us both

with her shrewd eyes. "After all.

home is a matter of temperament, not

of geography or of time. I love your farmhouse and your people were very nice to me," she added generously. "But. after all, neither of you belong there. You belong first of all to the rush and hum and excitement

of the town if you went to the coun

try, it should be to some charming,

sophisticated sort of house where ths

lawn was shaved every morning and the shrubbery had its ears clipped and little fountains played into marble basins." "Turkish rugs, private baths and a butler," VI smiled at her. "Exactly," Helen agreed. "Your aunt Is really a luxury-loving little pussycat person, and you're going to grow Into a charming, gravious, dignified little matron after you marry. You'U give the best dances of your set. you'll be the nicest hostess and your husband will adore you, because you have so many sides you'll never grow stale." VI was silent at that, and looked out of the window. But she did not see the houses we were flying past. And presently we emerged with the crowd who poured into the big station, and scattered, as crowds do, into separate little units. Suddenly VI gave a little cry. "Bud!" she called. Bud, looking pale and ill, came toward us.

I Heart Problems j Dear Mrs. Thompson: Are short skirts stylish? Are the better class of people wearing them? Is it proper for a girl of nineteen to go with two gentlemen to a movie? The people are talking about me. I went one evening and the neighborhood seems to think they "have found a new scandal to talk over. My mother is frantic. HASTE. Dame Fashion has decreed that short skirts are correct. They are being worn by the most fashionably dressed people. It is all right for a nineteen-year-old girl to go to the picture show with two gentlemen. There is a saying that there is safety, in numbers. If your escorts were respectable, your neighbors have no reason to talk. Do what you yourself know to be right and overlook remarks from gossipy people who do more harm in the world with insinuations than the "bad" people the gossips are talking about.

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