She found that she loved writing. Her picture appeared on the sides of buses in Europe; in the Philippines, she was mobbed by adoring fans.
There, she lived next to the owner of the Picayune who hired her to write for the newspaper.
Elizabeth Meriwether must have been a typical young gentlewoman of the Old South. She advanced from obituaries to recipes and then to theater reviews. They are little bleeding pieces of people's hearts, confidences torn out of the souls of weeping men and women.
Miss Dix, and in this case there is a hint of the sardonic in her tone, feels that she knows exactly what men want from their wives: "No matter how big and strong a man is, nor how many other men he bosses, he wants his wife to treat him as if he were a delicate infant who had to be nursed and dandled and chucked under the chin.
Also present were Miss Shaw, Mrs. Inher gift of persistence finally came with a price: she had a stroke.
Judith F. Dix returns from Europe. Dix writes in her eighth part of the series.