The Hocking sentinel. [volume] (Logan, Ohio) 1871-1906, 1897-01-07

what shall we dO!" the girls asked
Of their mother, and 'what shall we
do?" the mother asked of her husband,
and no one seemed able to answer. Mrs.
Stevens felt dellcacy in talking to
the foolish girl, because she was her
husbands niece and not her own. Mr..
Stevens was man who shirked un-
pleasant things, and this was certainly
unpleasant.
"And yet don't like to have the girls
go around with her," he said. Some
body ought to talk to her. Suppose we
send for amt Rebecca"
"Oh, VIII, the very thing!' cried his
wife; so aunt Rebecca was sent for and
| came.
Nobody told aunt Eebecca anything,
but the bright, sharp, little old woman,
sitting in the chimney corner with her
knitting, found out everything there
was to be learned in less than two days,
and within very few hours had the
opportunity she wanted. Mamie was
left alone with her.
1T is easy to see that you rule your
mother, Mary" she said. with sharp
glance up over her glistening specta-
cles. Jane Stevens could always be
pulled around in leading strings by
anybody that chose to take the trouble,
and reckon you've got her under pret-
ty good control"
"Why, aunt Rebecca: What makes
yOu think that:" cried the aStOniShed
girl.
"Why, your mothers a lady, my
dear" said the merciless old woman,
''and if she'd had her way she'd Assent
you out looking like lady"
Il always look like Lady, exclaimed
Mamie, the blood rushing to her cheeks,
and she rose to leave the room.
"Sit right down there, Mary" said
the old lady. 1--WE got lot of things
to say, an might as well say 'em right
now. No, you don't look like a lady
with that fashy silk on, and those figh-
heeled boots, an your hair all faded out
as it is. A lady-like young girl wont
dress in things that'll make people stare
at her. If you'll open your eyes youll
see your cousins don't fix themselves
that way, an l guess their mother is a
pretty good judge of what's best for
girls"
Il consider myself just as good as
Grace and Gertier' said Mamie, with
an angry toss of her head.
"1'hat's just the trouble with you.
Mary" retorted the pitiless old lady;
'.you think too we'll of yourself. You've
come up here thinking you are very
fine and stylish, and trying to ape city
manners the best you know hOw.-What
a pity you've caught up only loud and
fashy things instead Of things that are
ferent these girls are? Can't you see
that they don't like to go out with you
because you attact kind of attention
no young girl should want?"
Mamie started up again in a passion
of weeping and tried to escape from the
corner where the old lady had her
fenced in.
LET me get outr' she cried, stormily.
81 am going straight home! l won't
stay here another day"
"Well. Mary" said the old lady, de-
liberately, you can't get off before 8
o'clock, anyway, and I'd think it over
a little. This visit should be great
thing for you, but you'll have to take
q new start. Sure-enOugh nice people
don't like 'made-up' girls. They may
Df fy,c
ciety women, but they like young girls
to be simple and modest. Go and think
it over, now, Mary. You've got plenty
of sense, if you'll only use it, and you
can see for yourself that you're might
lily out Of place in house like this
The little old woman went on with
her knitting as complacently as though
she had been having the most pleasant
conversation in the world, while Mamie
flew to her room and locked herself in.
What were her thoughts there, what
her anger and modification. what
dreadful battle she fought with herself.
no one knew. Two hours afterwarl
aunt Rebecca saw her slip out of the
house, and the old lady's eyes sparkled
when she noticed that Mamie wore the
pretty, simple gown that Mrs. Stevens
had given her.
After a while there was her step in
the hall, and she came quietly in swing
ing her hat by it's ribbons. Her cheeks
were flushed and her eyes sparkling,
and they sparkled still more at aunt
Rebecca's cry of surprise.
"Yes; I've been to the hair-dresser's,"
she said. "and he said the only help for
my hair was to cut it all off, and it
would be all right in n month or two
so had it cut. And I'm going to begin
over again! Aunt Rebecca-I really am.
I've been awfully conceited, l know,
but you've cured me Of that, l think
Aunt Rebecca's spectacles were moist,
and she looked OH with delighted eyes
while Grace and Gertie, at the first
glimpse of Mamie. rushed to her and
hugged her with joy.
"By the way" asked n lady of Mrs.
Stevens few weeks later, who is the
lovely girl l have met several times
with Grace and Gertrude? She is so
sweet and modest looking. l have been
anxious to meet her"
And Mamie overheard the comment
and went to lay her head in aunt Re
becca's lap.
'Iwonder what becomes of girls" she
said softly, when they are left to go
their own way, or when they won't
listen to older people, and go their own
way, anyhow
And aunt Rebecca smoothed tho
brown hair lovingly.
81 am glad you listened"
She Knew Williams Style.
A slender, pale-faced little woman ir
mourning attended spiritualistic Sc