Motion Picture Magazine (Aug 1921-Jan 1922)

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I've taken a job with her father " When she had read as far as this, Fanny put down the letter. She looked quite impersonally at the" pictured face, a coarse, cheaply handsome creature, with masses of frizzled hair and a conscious smirk. Yes, Ted would have been likely to marry her kind. Except for his music, he had had common tastes, and had had to be dragged away from the livery stable office many times in his small boyhood. For this creature, her mother had lavished her strength and spent her life; for the daughter of a butcher, she herself had stifled every girlish desire for pretty clothes and good times — had saved and sacrificed ! She handed the letter and picture to Father Fitzpatrick and went deliberately to her mother's blurry mirror, appraising the face that looked back at her. When she turned, the old priest uttered an exclamation. It was as tho he saw another woman, cider, harder, with the firmness of her chin, the grimness of her mouth more in evidence than ever, yet handsomer, with the color in her cheeks, the gleam in her eyes, than she had ever been. "You — you dont look like Fanny Brandeis !" he cried, confusedly, and she answered in a brisk, new tone, "I'm not Fanny Brandeis ! She was a fool, and I'm going to be wise ! There's nothing in this self-sacrifice stuff. Look where it's brought her" — she gestured passionately to the still form on the bed, with the worry-wrinkles deep-cut between the closed eyes as tho, even in death, Molly was beset. "I've given up all I'm going to for other people ! If I ever feel myself getting generous or unselfish again, I'm going to tear it out of my heart and trample it underfoot !" She was melodramatic, pitiful, yet vaguely terrifying with this strange new cynical smile on her lips. "Fanny, girl, what's this you're saying?" begged the old priest. "Sure, }rou dont mean such wickedness !" "I mean everything, and more, too '." she declared. "As soon as the funeral is over, I'm going to Chicago and get a job. And I'm going to succeed. I'm going to make money, and have good clothes, and get nry hair done and my finger nails polished, and spend everything I make on myself." He was aghast before such heresy. He stammered in his confusion : "But you cant do it, Fanny, my girl !" She thought that he meant she could not succeed. "If I can sell things to Winnebago folks, who dont want to spend money, I can sell 'em to Chicago folks, who wear pink silk underclothes every day in the week !" she said. "I'll start in a small place in the mail order house we've bought from, and I'll go upto a high place!" "I dont mean you cant succeed, Fanny," the old man said gently. "What I meant was, you cant stop being yourself, the unselfish, warm-hearted girl you've been all your life.. You've got an incurable habit of being good, Fanny, avourneen !" But she shook her head impatiently. "Something's dead in me here" — she touched her breast — "I'm different! This Fanny Brandeis wants things — silk things, and silver and gold things, and soft things ! And she's going to get them, too !" A week later Fanny left for Chicago, and Winnebago learned that she had taken a place in the big firm which sold churns and kimonos and automobiles and kitchen cabinets by mail. "She's got a level head on her," Winnebago admitted. "It stands to reason, you can make more money where oni page 35) there is more money, but it'll seem funny to be telling Jud Mason, over the counter of the Bazaar, what size shirt you wear !" In another year Winnebago was proudly pointing to the encyclopedia-size catalog of the great mail order house as "the firm that Fanny Brandeis runs." And the stranger within its gates had to listen to the story of her spectacular rise from opening letters to head buyer for infants' wear, and a trip to Paris once every year, all expenses paid. Doc Meyers had been to Chicago and seen her in her office, all shiny mahogany furniture, and a carpet your feet sank right down into — everything stylish as a Pullman car ! And she wore plain dresses and no diamond necklaces, but there was an air to 'em. Her hair was kind of red now, and done like in pictures, and her finger-nails were shiny enough to see your face in them ! As she sat at her desk on a spring morning two years after her transformation into the new Fanny, a faint whiff of lilacs blown from far country lanes across the city rooftops, brought a sudden vision of the dark Bazaar, piled with garments in bales, with the empty aprons on the steel forms by the door, fluttering in another lilac-scented breeze. Fanny Brandeis laughed softly aloud, listening to the stir of the great building, the whirring of presses, the rasp of a nearby dictaphone, the tumult of the city's feverish life below. Yes, she had succeeded ! .She was accustomed now to the feel of silk next her skin, she took taxicabs and fine restaurants and beauty parlors for granted. Her apartment on the Lake Front boasted a neat French maid, and one of the most expensive views in Chicago. A tiny grey sedan waited for her every morning in front of the door, at a pressure of her finger on the button there would bring a deferential secretary. Only yesterday, she had been interviewed by Dollie Grey, the sob-sister on Clarence Hoyl's paper, and the interview lay on the desk before her now, headed, "Successful Business Woman Says Men are Unnecessary to a Woman's Happiness." She smiled complacently as she read the words. They probably made Clarence furious. He objected to her independence, the charming apartment — her work — and Michael Fenger. Indeed, he objected to almost everything about the new Fanny ; yet he kept coming back to quarrel with her. And every quarrel ended by his asking her to marry him. Marriage — it was something that never occurred to her now, even when Michael benger, who was the manager of the firm and had fat white hands and a pission for system, mentioned it, as he sometimes did when he was sentimental after a cocktail, or when they sat in a box watching some romantic play. Since Ted had come to live with her, and brought little Yvonne Her lips curved in the absurd, kissing shape a woman's mouth wears when she thinks of babies. Poor Ted's marriage had been calamitous, but the baby was delicious, a gurgling, rosy mite who had no idea that her aunt was a Successful Business Woman, and considered that she was a Lap, and a Lullaby, and a Head-of-Hair to pull. The butcher-interval had not been propitious to genius, but Ted had wonderful plans for the future, tho he was rather inclined for the present to lie on the couch and smoke too many cigarets "Well, when does the Great American Virtuoso make his debut?" Fanny turned, to find Michael Fenger 90 AC£