Fireside Stories for Girls in Their Teens
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HER PRAYER
Every time the King automobile went past the little home of Julia Lowewhen Julia was there, she ran eagerly to look into the face of the ladywho sat inside. She had such beautiful clothes; she sat so tall andstately; she had such a wonderful smile. She was Julia Lowe's idealwoman.
Julia had gone with two other girls to ask Mrs. King to help them withtheir Liberty Loans and she had not only taken bonds but had given themflowers from the great garden back of the house, and had invited them tocome again. Every time she saw her go by, Julia wished she, too, mighthave such a sweet face and such a heap of good things as Mrs. King had.
Now Julia worked in an office downtown, so, of course she thought she hadto act and to do as the other girls in the office did. When they woretheir hair very straight, hers was straight also; but when they worepuffs, she had to get up much earlier in the morning to force her prettyhair into great puffs over her ears. Mother wanted her to wear sergedresses in the office, but the other girls wore georgette waists, so ofcourse she had to wear them also. Some of the girls in the neighborhoodliked to go to the library to read, so they had formed a club for thatpurpose and had asked Julia to join. But the girls in the office liked togo to dances and picture shows, and so she must go to them also--else howcould she talk things over with them at the noon hour, and tell them ofthe boys she had been with, and the places where she had gone? Oh, yes,she just must do as the girls in the office did. But in spite of it all,she wasn't very happy and sometimes she wished she could run away from itall and just go back to school again as her mother had wanted her to do.
When she looked at Mrs. King, somehow her beautiful face seemed to makeher want more than ever to do better. What was there about her that madeJulia love her at a distance and yet be afraid of her when she came nearher? Julia didn't know. But she did know that deep in her heart she wantedto be like her and didn't know how. If only she had money and beautifulthings, perhaps it would be different.
One day when the leaves were very beautiful in their fall colors, a daintylittle note was left by the postman for Julia and it read,
"Dear Julia:
"I hardly know you but I am going to ask a great favor of you. Mr. King has been called out of town and he is not willing to have me stay in the house all alone, for it is very big and lonely since Mary died. I wish very much that you would let me call for you at the office this afternoon. Then we will go out in the country to see the beautiful colors and have our supper at the Country Club. Then, when we come home in the moonlight, I should like to have you spend the night with me here. I shall hope that you can come.
"Sincerely,
"Margaret L. King."
Julia was so happy as she read it that she could hardly containherself--to go for a ride in the wonderful car; to eat at the CountryClub; to sleep at the home of Mrs. King--why, she had never even dared todream of such a thing. It was too good to be true.
Of course she must look her very best, so she asked for an extra half hourat noon. She would wear her new thin waist with the very low neck, for thegirls had told her that she looked "too sweet for anything" in that. Hersilk skirt was shabby but it would never do to wear her serge, even if itwere new, when she rode with Mrs. King. As she put on the high-heeledslippers, she noticed that they were much run over, but they would have todo. It took her a long, long time to fix her hair just as she wanted tohave it, for one dip must just touch the next at the right angle.
Finally all was ready but the extra touches to her face. There was therouge for which she had spent so much money. The boss at the office hadtold them that they would lose their job if they came with it on theirfaces again but she must risk it this once. A little penciling of theeyebrows, a little powder here and there, and Julia felt very sure as shelooked at herself in the glass that she would "do."
Her shoes needed brushing but she hadn't time for them, for, even now, shehad only time to run as fast as she could to get the car which would bringher to the office in time. There was a button off her coat which she hadforgotten, but the coat needn't be worn; her fingernails needed attention,but she never cared much about them. As long as her face, and her hair,and her clothes were all in style, she was all right to go anywhere.
Promptly at five, the King car came to the door of the factory and Juliastepped in, followed by the envious glances of her friends in the office.What a ride it was through the open country! Miles and miles of beautysuch as Julia had never seen. Mrs. King found so many interesting thingsfor her to see that all the restraint wore away, and she found herselftalking to her friend and telling her all about her own life andpleasures.
Then Mrs. King told her a little about what she did with her time and, toher surprise, Julia found that Mrs. King was a very busy woman. Over andover as they talked, Julia noticed how soft and sweet Mrs. King's voicewas and how carefully she used the best of English. And again, Julia foundherself wishing she were like Mrs. King. Somehow she did not care to usethe slang words that seemed so necessary when she talked with the girls.
When their coats were removed at the Country Club, Julia found that Mrs.King was very simply dressed in a dark blue serge dress with little whitecollar and cuffs. Many other girls and women in the group were dressed inthe same way. Then Julia became suddenly conscious of the run-over heelsand the torn skirt, for she and Mrs. King were in the center of the room,and she was being introduced as "My friend Julia." How she did wish shehad taken mother's advice and worn the new, pretty serge!
In one of the corners of the dining-room there was a little table for twothat overlooked the lake, and towards this Mrs. King made her way. Herethey could see every one and yet be quite alone. Then Mrs. King told her alittle of the people in the room. Here was the wife of a noted judge; thatwas the High School teacher of whom she must have heard the girls speak ifthey had ever been to that school.
"And who are these two girls in front of us?" asked Julia. "Isn't thedark-haired one a beauty? Evidently the young man with her thinks so,too."
Then Mrs. King's face grew quiet as she said,
"Those are two girls of whom we are very fond here, but I am so sorry tosee Jessie doing as she is. No, Julia, she is not pretty. She has paintedher face and all her natural beauty is hidden. Usually she is veryattractive. Her friend's face is sweet and clean. Evidently she does notcare to attract attention to herself by the use of paint and rouge. Shebelieves in being true to her best self even though she is not in theheight of style. When you have lived longer, you will know, dear, thetruth of what I say."
Poor Julia. Her face burned like fire. Mrs. King had said "My friendJulia," yet she, too, had paint on her face--not red like the girl infront, to be sure, but it was there. Why had no one told her before? Allthe girls did it and she thought it was the thing to do. Then there cameto her an impulse to ask Mrs. King about it, so she said frankly,
"Mrs. King, I have some paint on my face, too, but I put it on because Iwas coming out with you. I thought you would like to have me look my verybest."
"Indeed I do, girlie," said Mrs. King, putting her hand on the hand of thegirl opposite her. "Indeed I do want you to look your best. I have likedyou ever since I came to Hillcrest to live and it has hurt me to see youtrying to do as all the other girls did. I have wished so often that youwould be a leader in doing the finer things and help others to see whatreal beauty is and how to get it. Real beauty is not put on from theoutside; it grows from within."
Julia looked at Mrs. King's sweet, loving face very hard for a minute andthen said,
"I have liked you, too, and I have watched you go back and forth, wishingI could be like you. Will you show me how? Mother has tried but I thoughtshe did not know. No one else has ever tried to tell me about your kind ofbeauty."
So they made the compact. Then they sat and watched for well-dressedwomen; for women in whose faces there was strength of character andpurpose; for gi
rls whose very manner showed they were ladies; for men whohonored the girls in whose company they were. Such fun as it was! Julianever knew the time to go so fast. It was so plain now that clothes didnot necessarily make the lady. She was almost sorry when it came time togo home.
In the house, a great fire was burning and it looked so cozy.
"I have looked into your windows many times as I have passed and wished Icould sit before the fire and dream and dream," said the girl. "May I sitdown here for a while?"
"We will both sit here," said Mrs. King, "then I will tell you about mylittle girl who used to sit here with me."
How Julia's heart ached for her friend as she told her of her love for herown dear girl, of the plans they had made, of the sudden sickness anddeath, and of the loneliness of the big house since she had gone! She hadthought Mrs. King had everything to make her happy, yet the thing shewanted most she could not have.
"Her hair was much like yours and sometimes, as you have passed, I havewished I could comb yours as I did hers. Would you mind if I did?" saidthe mother.
"I should love to have you," said Julia.
"Well, then, when the fire has died out, we will go up to her room. In thedrawer there I have a little white dress that perhaps you would like. Iwill comb your hair just as I did hers and see if the dress will fit you,"said Mrs. King. "If you look sweet and girlish in it, I will give it toyou."
While Mrs. King slipped away to get the things needed for thehairdressing, Julia went to the great white bathroom, and when she cameout her face was sweet and clean and every trace of the paint and powderwas gone. Her pretty brown hair was down her back in ringlets and herface wore a look which the girls at the office had never seen there.
Then Mrs. King brushed, and brushed, and brushed till the hair was softand shiny. Low in her neck she coiled it, making it look girlish and neat,fastening it with a tiny velvet circlet. Then Julia held her breath asMrs. King took from a drawer a little white dress. It was a simple silkmull but it was prettily made. Below it was a dainty petticoat and at thebottom of the drawer were white oxfords and fine, lisle stockings.
"These were ready for her graduation, dear, but she never wore them onceafter they were made," said the mother softly, as she fingered the dresslovingly.
There were tears in the eyes of the mother and tears in the eyes of thegirl as the dress was put on. And when Julia looked into the mirror sheseemed to see a strange girl. How little she looked like the girls in theoffice! But she liked her hair--and she liked the looks of her face--andshe loved the simple, white dress.
Last of all Mrs. King slipped about her neck a little string of pearls."These are my gift to you, Julia," she said. "Wear them when you think youare dressed as you and I have planned to-night and be as beautiful as thepearls. Remember, dear, we may put beautiful things on the outside butthey can never make us beautiful. It comes from the inside because of whatwe are. It stands the test of study. It is always real. A girl who doesnot live up to the best she knows can well be called a coward. Good night,dear, I am glad there is a girlie who loves me."
Then with a good-night kiss she was gone--gone, as Julia knew, to be morethan ever lonely for her own little girl.
For a long time Julia stood looking at the dress, and the slippers, andthe stockings. Mrs. King had plenty of money, yet these were to have beenher daughter's graduation clothes. And she had not finished school becauseshe could not have clothes like the rest of the girls who were to haveexpensive ones. Mrs. King was honored all through the city, yet she wasdressed in a simple serge dress at the Country Club. It was all verystrange! Some one had things very much mixed up concerning what a girlshould wear. How long it seemed since she had left the office in theafternoon!
The room was so dainty that it took Julia a long time to get ready forbed. How she would love to have a room like this! Maybe it would be easyto be good. She looked at the dress again, as she laid it carefully overthe chair. It was all hers. The girls would laugh at her but she loved it.Then she lifted the little string of pearls--not cheap, big ones such asshe had worn on Sunday, but dainty, beautiful ones, and they whisperedagain to her,
"Be as beautiful as the beads, girlie. True beauty is never put on fromthe outside. It comes from inside because of what you are."
Long she stood in the moonlight near the window looking at them. Then shedropped on her knees and said,
"Dear God, she has shown me the best. Help me not to be a coward as I goout and try to do it. Help me to be as beautiful as the pearls. I thankThee for to-day. I want to show others what real beauty is and how to getit. Please help me."
And the Father heard the prayer of the girl kneeling there in her whitenight-gown, for it came from a sincere heart--and He answered.