. The Ladies' home journal. First low—like sunlight— is sometimes blinding • By Elizabeth Goudge. THERE were those who thought SallyAdair, daughter of the famous artist, wasbeautiful, and those who denied it. Buteveryone agreed that she had the intui-tion and sympathy of an older sympathy was sharpened the day thatSally found in her fathers studio the sketchof a mans head. The face was that of ahandsome man, but a man who had enduredmuch. My father must have hated him, Sallythought, looking at the merciless franknessof John Adairs pencil. The sketch bore ahaunting resemblance to one
. The Ladies' home journal. First low—like sunlight— is sometimes blinding • By Elizabeth Goudge. THERE were those who thought SallyAdair, daughter of the famous artist, wasbeautiful, and those who denied it. Buteveryone agreed that she had the intui-tion and sympathy of an older sympathy was sharpened the day thatSally found in her fathers studio the sketchof a mans head. The face was that of ahandsome man, but a man who had enduredmuch. My father must have hated him, Sallythought, looking at the merciless franknessof John Adairs pencil. The sketch bore ahaunting resemblance to one of the fivechildren she had met shopping in the , at a party, she learned that DavidEliot, the man of the sketch, was related tothe children, and bound even more stronglyby his love for their mother, Nadine. Nadinereturned the love, but, compelled by theDamerosehay tradition and GrandmotherEliot, had broken with David. Her stolidhusband, George, hoped that the childrenand his unwavering kindness would finallybring contentment to Nadine. Theirdecision to buy the Herb of Grace, an
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