The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1894-10-10
A WOMAN'S WAY.

Just come down stairs as fresh as
Hebe. Very pretty girls they were,
in delicate, womanly fashion, al
though nobody would ever have been
reminded by them of the Venus de
Medici, and not an artist had ever
thought of asking them TO sit for n
Madonna. 1t is the everyday style
of beauty that wears best.
$50 he has failed, has hep" said
Cora to her uncle, who had just been
promulgating the news of the day
from behind his newspaper. "What
pity and he was so nice and agree
able"
"Failed!-Mr. Kirkwood!" echoed
Lisa, her cheek losing a shade or 80
of its bloom. ooh, uncle, how did
that happenp"
GAS most failures happen, my
dear" said Mr.. Segrist, folding up
his paper. 100 much press of can
vas and too little ballast. 1t is a pity I;
he was a good young fellow enough,
and this will throw him back twenty
years"
Lisa sat thinking, her pansy eyes
fixed intently on the pattern of the
table-cloth, her red lips apart, until
her sisters clear, bird-like voice rous-
ed her from the temporary abstrac-
ton.
"Upon my word, Lisa" the elder
cried, merrily, 81 do believe you are
i'll trance. Why don't you answer
my question:"
Lisa started, both cheeks suddenly
crimsoning.
"I-I was thinking, Cora. What
was 1t you asked me?"
"About our ball-dresses for tomor-
row evening""
ooh, Cora" cried downright Lisa,
show can you talk about ball-dresses
when-when you remember who was
to have taken you there?"
"Mr. Kirkwood?" said Cora calm
ly. "Of course he'll not go now, but
we can easily send for Cousin George"
"Then you really mean to CO."
"Of course. Why shouldn't ~"
81 think he loved you, Cora" said
Lisa, in low voice; "and you
thought so, too"
"He must learn to unlove me,
then, said the elder sister with, a
musical little laugh, as Cora calmly
poured out second cup of coffee for
her uncle.
"But Cora" pleaded her sister. "it
isn't as if you yourself we're poor.
You know we will have little money
of our own"
every true, wise Lisa; but mean
to keep my own and not to spend it in
bolstering up the ruined fortunes of
any unlucky speculator. No, no,
child; my husband must bring money
of his own, not be a drain upon my
slender resources"
Lisa shook her head.
"That sounds very worldly" said
she.
"Does 1t? Now I think it has Just
the common-sensical sound to it. Peo-
pie must look at these things from
practical point of view"
"Unclel" cried Lisa, almost pas.
sionately, "don't you think she ought
to like him all the better because he
is in trouble?"
"My dear, my dear" said the old
gentleman, composedly, 81 can't pre-
tend to judge of these things. You
girls must manage to settle your own
affairs"
'My mind is quite made up al
ready" said Cora Segrist calmly.
And when poor Guy Kirkwoods
curd came up that afternoon Bessie,
the maid, came courtesying demurely
down into the parlor with:
''Please, sir, Miss Cora is engaged. I"
Guy Kirkwood went slowly and sad
ly away, without answering a single
word. If only she had remained true
to him, but now
Well, such was the way of the
world.
"Uncle, can / speak to you for u
minute?"
Mr.. Segrist, setting away the piles
of dusty papers in his library, started
at the sound of the soft, bell.like
voice.
my child, thought you and Cora
had gone to the ball."