Cinderella Jane

. She sensed how he, of all men, would hate being made ridiculous. She was destined to hear the whole story b

into the picture. She described her growing love for the hero, her determination to join him when he came north. She even admitted that she had

to the girl, and so absurd to her. She tried t

e will marry me

oubt

think he

e too young for t

eventeen, and lots of girls

re in love with Mr. Pa

me!" cried Isabelle, and fol

ions, it was finally over. Jerry arrived at nine, full of tha

. Martin Christiansen had written that he was coming to see

ters, where you write and live, will

room in the tenement house, where she had spent so many hours. She looked about it a

and dresser were white, as were the few chairs. A table, by one window, had on it a student lamp and neat piles of manuscript, while a dozen books were supported by b

iful, but it's clean, and sort of self-respecting, and those are the virtues of o

r coil itself loosely instead of screwing it back as she usually did. She made these preparations, not at the dictation of vanity, for she was singularly free from it, but from an instinct to make herse

m she never spoke. Yet how he had filled her dreams, how she had planned her marriage to him, under romantic circumstances, just as Isabelle had planned hers with Jerry. Artist-like, she appraised this self-revelation of youth, in its pitiful, lovable f

d into her

ut affection. Is it because you demand it, or just

opened the door wide, the big cat

ee yu, Miss Jud

r guest. He took her hand in his cordial clasp, and

cellent guide, my

his neighbourhood, Miss Judd, so I

" she smiled, closing t

" he asked, laying hi

as a sort of tactful evasion. Protects her with the

turned to look at her closely. She

et used to y

about hi

cloistered. Where did you ge

w. I underst

rnoon sun came in, the big cat asleep

Where did you come from? Who were

Warburton, in New Jersey. My father was John Judd. He had a gro

id Chris

e. He married her and I was the only child. She died when I was twenty; my father followed wh

had the ability to sit perfectly still, her hands qui

you want

I was in High School I wrote some stories which the local editor published, under an assumed

your funds las

ealized before the money was gone that I must take any

ow did you get wor

e ever since. I didn't care what I did, just so I ma

o you do in

tes, sweep the studios, make curtains, look after the

you know th

work. She waited breathlessly, b

ted to take up your

't respectable. Warburton found my mother its most interesting citizen, while it disapproved of her entirely. She was just

r, or was it the romance of her

her to save her soul. He was as kind to her as

d y

ime I was a baby. I acted as interpreter to my father, whom I

ure of both of

?" she deman

you been workin

e ye

r the bed. It was full of manuscript

offered nothing for

editor, who gave m

incre

me wasted?

ted, and of course you

y in her voice, of rapture an

care!" he said, lay

ed, with

hing vocabulary, a fine sense of words. You are a gourmet for choice words, rich words, words fat with meaning. You've a pretty good sense of

ughed h

rnourished. You read too much and live too little. You loo

but what

go back to the very sources of art to find a fiercer reaction. We have Piccabia, Matisse crudity gone stark; we have dissonance in harmony-DeBussey and Strauss; the Russians with their barbaric dances. We have the Irish renaissance in drama, going back to the peasant for primitive em

e; but how can I have a part in life, when perfo

lead Sister Jane into the world of deeds, of fight and lose,

oked into space beyond her

he said, her hand sweeping the books, "but I want to come out;

ear saint. We'll go to Polly's for dinner, and thence to a m

to have a friend and go off for dinner and talk. You

answered, "but I like it. I

give you something to ma

Judd. You give me a rare treat, a new flavour. Come,