The Bacillus of Beauty - A Romance of To-day by Harriet Stark
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attention because of the Secret. I shall tell that last of all. Now it's
my own. Is it true that I have longed for beauty more passionately than most women; or is it only that I know myself, not the others? I can remember the time, away back, when the longing began--when I was---- Incredible! Was I ever an ugly little girl, careless of my appearance, happiest in a torn and dirty dress; and homely, homely, homely? Oh, miracle! The miracle! They say all girls begin life thus heedless of beauty; but none get far along the road before they meet the need of it. So it was with me; and now I love to recall every pitiful detail of the beginning of the Quest of Beauty, the funny little tragedy of childhood that changed the current of my life--and of your lives, all you women who read. It was one day after school, in the old life that has closed forever-- after the prairie school, dull, sordid, uninspiring, away in the West-- that a playmate, Billy Reynolds, was testing upon me his powers of teasing. I remember the grin of pleasure in his cruelty that wrinkled his round, red face when at last he found the dart that stung. His words--ah, they are no dream! They were the awakening, the prelude of to-day. "Janey's prettier'n what you be," he said; and of a sudden I knew that it was true, and felt that the knowledge nearly broke my heart. But could there be any doubt of the proper reply? "Huh!" I said, shrugging my lean shoulders. "I don't care!" |
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