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The Girl
Who Couldn't
Be Bad
By HENRY ALBERT PHILLIPS
Part III
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Put out of the only place she knew, Hope stepped into the streets
NOW, in order to comprehend Stanton Braithwaite with anything like sympathetic understanding, we must — as it were — "catch him young !" Call the close, musty, disciplined and restricted atmosphere, in which Hope Brown had her upbringing, whichever you chose — Heaven or Hell — and you could safely declare that Stanton Braithwaite's environment was quite the opposite in every particular.
Stanton was from birth pampered to death and allowed to taste all the delights of the world — if he so willed. For he had an overindulgent mother who denied him nothing, with the natural result that he was quite dissatisfied with being good after having tasted all the delights of being moderately bad.
Yet, despite his relapses, young Braithwaite never lost his finer feelings and deeper loves. His was a case in which the good had never been made sufficiently inviting and interesting for his Sybaritic tastes.
Stanton returned home from college something of i 36
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Illustrations by May Cornelia Burke (A synopsis of Parts I-II appears on page 80)
rake, yet somehow bored by his fast companions and their excesses. But he was what is commonly known as a "good fellow" and a natural social leader and gay spirit. Everybody liked him, and he in turn liked to please those people who liked him by doing the things they wanted to do. But he often yearned for a restraining hand and a strong influence to guide him in a more useful direction.
Mrs. Braithwaite was what was spoken of by every one as a "good woman," which really meant that she was neither good nor bad. She was just nothing but a large soft sentimental mother with tears ready to fall in torrents at the least bump of reality.
Mrs. Braithwaite deplored Stanton's many obvious faults but had not the heart or the power to change the course of his life. She wanted Stanton to stay in the home which she thought contained all that a boy could possibly desire. And Stanton, on his part, was somewhat sickened of that atmosphere wherein his every wish was gratified and his budding ambition sapped.
Even before he had been graduated from college, Stanton Braithwaite had set his mind and heart upon a profession which his fond mother disapproved of. He had determined to become a motion picture actor. Everything favored his project, except his mother. Stanton was something of a genius in college dramatics; he was handsome; his college chum's uncle was a movie magnate.
Stanton Braithwaite loved pleasure more than he did hard work. There were no serious results to this because of the fact that his mother supplied him with the funds he should have earned. The fast crowd at Hollywood got hold of him — and his income.
Stanton's mother kept begging him by letter to come home and see her, and once he did. His mother was shocked at the change in her boy. She knew that he had