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"Mother" Marjorie
A story every girl who lias a
brother — and every boy who
has a sister — should read.
DID you. when you were a httle girl, ever wish to see your doll become an animated being, that you might watch with satisfaction the results of your teachings and scoldings? Do you remember occasions when, after you had committed a mischief for which your own mother had rebuked you, you tried in vain to impart the same rebuke to your favorite wax idol? And wasn't it irritating when the ossified figure failed to respond to your outburst of childish temper?
If none of these things ever happened to you then you were not human and because Alarjorie Daw was human she experienced each of these feelings, and what is more Destiny provided that before she had hardly passed from the age of make-believe, her wish to be an adopted mother should be a reality.
All this leads to a story of faith, courage, and love, the three predominant qualities of the winsome little seventeen-year-old screen star.
Not so many years ago Marjorie was the eldest child of a family of three which consisted of her father, her mother and herself. She was the personification of happiness and contentment and like most other children her amusement and pleasure was afforded by her dolls.
At the tender age of three she acquired from her mother the knack of teaching the difference between right and wrong, and she devoted a great deal of her time to instructing her pets in the ways of righteousness. When the soulless figures failed to com
Mar]orie Daw is a very little big-sister, indeed. Belo'sv is a visual cross-section of one of their evenings together in the little HoUy-svood bungalow that Marjorie has made "Home" for Chandler.
prehend, it did not discourage her, because having faith she believed her efforts would eventually be rewarded.
And then a great event happened. That ever-welcome bird, the stork, flew down one day and deposited a baby brother on her doorstep. This marked the beginning of a new era in Marjorie's life. Wild with delight she deserted her dolls for all time and substituted the infant, who was named Chandler, as her new companion and playmate. Under the watchful eye of her mother, Marjorie became more than a big sister to the idol of her Httle heart. She constantly attended to his every want and when Chandler grew into boyhood the deepest kind of fraternal affection had arisen between them and they were inseparable companions.
Then, came the inevitable sadness to mar the happiness of the little household. Shortly after Chandler's entrance into the big world. Marjorie's father had passed out of her life at a time when she was too young to remember him. Death also called her mother, twehe years later, leaving Marjorie at fifteen, to struggle alone through the world and to provide for and watch over the boy who was dearest to her heart.
She set about her task with
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