The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1900-12-07
BEAUTYS POWER
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80 Ut some finishin' touches to yer
0hair today, Margaret. There's a
new summer bOarder comm and |
nell be here fer supper" said Farmer
Brown to a beautiful girl who stood on
the doorstep of the old farmhouse.
How excitingl Who is hep
"Never saw him. He wrote that his
name was Rex Carl-Carlisle-or suth-
In like that
Three hours later, when the bell rang
for supper, Margaret put a few "tinish-
in touches" to her hair and went into
the dining room, where the farmers
family and the new boarder had al
ready assembled.
Margaret took her place without look
Ing at the young man opposite.
Let me introduce you to Margaret,
Mr-er--"
Carlisle"
Yes. yes-Carlisle. Never was good
at remembering Names" stammered
the old farmer. 'Mr. Carlisle-Mar
garet." and with that informal intro
duction he turned his attention to
"disbing up"
Rex Carlisle watched Margaret from
under his lashes.
"A perfect little beauty" he thought.
"She would grace any New York draw
ing room-but such a namew
Margaret did not once look up after
their introduction, and at the close of
the meal she quietly slipped from the
room.
But living under the same roof, she
and Carlisle often met. Many after
moons found them together and all the
long evenings, while the afterglow lin
gered in the west, were spent in each
others society.
Carlisle was a society man. He told
Margaret much of his life in the city,
to all of which she lent willing ear.
He was looking over the society notes
in big New York daily one after
noon
"Hellov' he said suddenly. "MarjOry
Atherton makes her debut in October.
This paper says she will be the bud of
the season, if only because of her great
/ beatty"
Carlisle laughed heartily.
Il wonder how much her father paid
for that adj he exclaimed. "Marjory
Atherton's great beautyr Now that
just shows how much you can believe
what the papers say. She is the plain
est girl l have ever known. We were
schoolmates and were graduated the
same year. Marjory had red hair and
freckles. But she was clever. The
cleverest scholar in the whole class.
was only eighteen then, and imagined
that she favored me more than she
did the other fellows. But not being a
susceptible youth to anything but beau
ty, Marjory's red hair and freckles did
not appeal to me-"
His companion arose and uncon-
sciously dropped the bunch of flowers
that had filed her lap.
The days few on. Carlisle's vacation
was nearing close.
! He found himself wishing that he
| might remain forever near the farm
er's daughter. He marveled at the
power exercised over him by this sim.
/ pie little country girl.
One evening as they We're sitting on
the piazza he remarked:
There is something about you that
reminds me of some one l have
known"
/ Margaret looked up at him curiously.
1T seems that have known you for.
! ever" he went on.
Yet you have only been here three
weeks" she replied.
YES. but have not reckoned time
by days or weeks, Margaret. You can
never know how | have enjoyed your
companionship."
He would have taken her hand. but
she arose as II not noticing the gesture
and wandered into the sitting room.
She took seat at the little old-fash-
Toned organ and began playing. She
started an old song, one that he had
so often sung In the old days at the
high school He began the song with
her. then stopped and listened to Mar
garet How strangely familiar her
! voice, and how sweet.
He went back to the piazza and lis