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Show I By Miss Sophie Wesch. I A LL that I held mo: t dear in my A ambitions and hopes for the future are gone. That pu rring glass that cut across my cheek ended my poHslble I career on the stage or in the movies and I has put mo at perhaps a fatal disparity I with other girls In the prospects of a happy and successful wifehood, which every honorable girl has a right to look forward to. Is ?25O,00O too much to compensate a girl lor the prospects I have been robbed A wholesome, normal girl wants to bo like other girls. She wants to be as pretty as other girls. She wants to have the same kind of pretty clothes. She wants as many beaux. And after a while she wants wedding. A church wedding with bridesmaids- and ushers and music and rice and old shoes. And h wedding tour. And ever so many bridal piftR. She wants to como back to a pretty homo, with fine rugs and a piano, and hardwood floors and windows in her clothes closets. And such wonderful era- broldered hand-made bed linen and I lingerie. I And after a while she will want a baby. Maybe several babies. She will want the boys to be as strong and successful as I their father, and she will want the girls I to be as sweet and as beloved as herself 9 and to marry as well and as happllv as I she did. I And she want? her husband and children alwayi to think of her as beautiful both in early maturity and In old age. I There her dream ends, She has coni- pleted the cycle of tho ambitions of a normal girl. Tho crashing glass that pierced my eye caused mo more agony of soul than of flesh. For it broke this dream for me. With my lost oye was lost all my joy in life. You cannot understand? Let me try' to make you understand. You have seen the colored marbles that bovs use in a same? Try to recall the finest of them all. A very rainbow of colors. Tho bovs may have bartered for it. lied for it. stolen for It, fought their dearest friends for it. But would you want it for an eye? No! A hundred thousand times no! I am a girl. I am nineteen and as other girls are at nineteen. A year ago when I was only eighteen the" dreadful thing happened that has wholly changed my life. On February 18 last year I took a subway sub-way train from Manhattan, where I was employed, to No. 569 Marcy avenue. Brooklyn, where I lived. I was as happy that day as the other girls about me. For I wan Just as they were. I had health and youth and a good position. I was considered very' good looking. I had Several admirers. The dreams of girlhood Were mine and the pleasant way of girlhood girl-hood stretched before me. I would have a good time for a while I would dance and flirt a bit, go to the shore in tho Summer zod to the skating rink in the Winter And after u while I would meet tho right boy and I would havo that day of all days to look forward to My wedding day. Wo were nearlng the Bowling Gieen |