. THEVGIRL IN THE BLAPK COAT
'By Martha Marsh.
, She wore a long black coat, one of those haunting affairs that
bring to your rnind tales of Starvation., struggle, suffering a coat
that you instinctively feel may have .nothing but a skeleton under
neath. A black daub Was her hat, nothing more. She was just one
long1 black blur of gloom. ,, ' ' .
But she focused herself upon my mind as ho fairy wfth pink
cheeks, velvet eyes and silky swish of skjpts ever could. , It has been
ten days since I saw her, but her picture is clearer to me today than
it was then but, it is different. -
Today I see firm-set-lips, steady, fearless gaze1 of eyesj a deter
mination of jaw. But, the most distinct impression thatcomes to
me is that the girl in the black coat ingoing to be a success in life.
Why? Becaus.e underneath 'that murky exterior, there is dogged,
perseverance, stubborn persistency, sublime self-confidence that
nothing short of a miracle can stop in its onward march. )
She knows not fear. She carets norT for non-essentials. She has
exceptional courage, you can't break her heart. She. has the
stamina that never downs. She is the kind that lasts, the kind that
fights hardest when the blows come fastest.
She has been doing a little writing for jthe. newspapers. She is
proud of her, stuff. She is sure that ..she can write something big if
given the right chance. So, she is going, to New "Sfork, where the
field is bigger.
"How much, money ought I to start with?" she asked earnest
ly of a woman of experience. ' - ( J
"It depends upon how yQU are willingto live," the woman Ice
plied. '-.-,,-' ,
"Oh, I arn, willing to live anywhere,, anyhow just-sto I can dor
, my WORK." - ) ' -
And so, she's going to the great literary, mart, where somany
ambitious are shattered, -hopes withered.' Sheis willing to behalf
- clothed, half-starved, battered, just to get ahance to make good in
the work that is nearest her heart.
And Ithink the girl is right. I believe in the call. J'd rather
starve doing the thing I wanted to do -than "to be a howling success
at some butter-fingered job that insulted my soul. I!d rather wearja"
long black coat and wprk at that thing I(loved than be a successful
soap-seller in, sealskins. iLife is too brief for us tor,beharnessed to
a job that irritates, that chafes. We may Jail of attainment. W
may falljShgrt of theideal, bu,we will have the supreme satisfac
tion of having had frur (SHAN.CE vJ.
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