Cinderella Jane

hristiansen. He had understood her, he had admired her, not because she looked well in the costume Jerry had designed, but because she had done her part with distinct

er humans, like the gods, and yet she, Jane Judd, had talked freely with one of

d to go to Miss Roberts in time to get her breakfast, and help her dress. On the way she determined that the part she had played in Jerry's show must make no differen

erts's studio with her

you, Ja

Good-m

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into the bedr

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didn't talk t

ink of Mrs. Aber

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he snu

iss Morton, too, Miss Althea Morton, who s

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m to look after me. He wa

preparations

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, y

hey li

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I'll wait for J

m-

tray with breakfast, Bo

lf be so plain, when you know

e to be plain," sh

ter?

o be inco

Eve! Jane, you

s usual, and Bobs's various efforts to draw her

Sorry I'm not up to piping. 'L

your

your show? I can't get

she

es

of the thing. Miss Ja

ared at

have the costume in a box and

d you r

more to do, s

used as Jane's epi

shed about looking for you, until old C

stiansen?" i

e on thick. Not often you get him to say

g high, Jane,"

u to do it, and you gave a great performance. Wou

didn't mix things up for you," she

mense, Bobs. Got more applause than any of them. Do y

lf. I think she despises us all, rather. Think of knowing you were a beauty, and g

istiansen sweetly suggested that it was because she

bout the whole thing, Je

as he went along. Bobs was hugely amused. When he came to the supper which M

thea Morto

t friend of M

ng to paint

portrait very soon, and several oth

they would get

s is my opportunity and

erry. Moritur

to have a tea for the dear ladies next

the hall to your door.

e it. Friday

to have

ld any one have a p

s one of them, as it were? Wouldn't it make the dear souls mad to fin

. Would she understand, t

l keep her here for the

day came, and Jerry's party was in progress, she sat darning in Bobs's room, thinking it over. She was not indignant a

" he began. "It is you, Miss

en. Mr. Paxton is having a tea,

he was still

is be

going to the te

N

I com

of c

hen he was seated, she

ld find you so soon. This

iled a

u live

N

you doing,

stockings of Mis

she not da

ith the artistic temp

. What do you think of t

a good excuse

's big laugh

per, irresponsibility, all piled up at the doo

r so sad. Generous when they have mon

write ab

etim

to see wha

well yet. I am

ave you bee

or six

n you said that you had

ever even offe

hy

w York, of his advice, of his words of inspiration about the art to

sound idealism. And what have

b the best styles; and I h

ut w

opl

now, or peopl

ore of the o

something. It would give me p

I wouldn't dare show yo

th no criticism, no audience as corrective. Suppose we make a compact of

n the direct glance she gave him. It touched him deep

e?" he as

, y

acquaintances, but of friends

ave

l that you would have a

poor. The things I might offer wou

ists-aren't th

who is no servant. True to my group, I have my class distinctions," she smiled. "Miss Roberts i

ide of possession, pride of class, of birth, of accomplishment; why do we build up these barriers between us, wh

ride is out

rld into war by decking out this old scarecrow. My country, right or wrong, better than your country: our citizens, better than your citize

e the war, and who gain by it,

h Government's idea of the way for a rich Briton to be a patr

al virtue, if it is confin

rap heap, at the end of the war, along with the power of kings, I

ng to do with patriot

ther instincts-pugnacity, group loyalty, egoism. But we can substitute the bigger group for the smaller; we can grow up

educate people t

see that war does not pay. Women have always known it. When peace is declar

th only old human nature to

ith it, if we can sweep out the old traditional beliefs, the bogus virtue

, doesn't it? It'

his afternoon," he laughed. "To come back

some things to-

tell Miss Roberts that the man who picked her up

be disap

th the call I have made. I shall s

ye," sa

the big boom of his humming, but in the shadowy studio Jane Ju