The Daily soliphone., 1902-04-09
 THE EMGAGEE GIRL.
Worries Over Style of the Name She
 Is to kssuine.

No, can't stay long, but l wanted to tell you how much l appreciate your visits, even If 1 never am at home"
 SI've been in just five times this week and found you.out every time," began Beth.
 'sYes, know. But it's such short time till Easter Monday now that if don't go every minute I'll not be half ready for my wedd dding. I've found a new thing to worry over now" "You poor old dear,' cooed Beth, comfortingly. Don't you think you would better quit discovering new things till you've got some of the old ones strengthened out? Haveyou yet found your fat?"
 'sNo,0 groaned the engaged girl. 'sNor are my hats ready And there's been an awful botch of the brown canvas cloth-the one I meant to travel in, yon know-and mammals oldest sister, down east, has written me scorching letter because l didn't give her more warning, so that she'd have time to get ready to come to the wedding. But how could I-when I wasn't engaged till Christmas eve?" "Go on, dear, if 1t relieves you, encouraged Beth.
 sThen, too, l can't decide about the style of the invitations and about my name.'
 "And pray what is the matter with your name? To the marriage of their daughter, Isobel Winifred,' sounds quite grand. It's lots better than 'Effye Mae or Iillie Mayme' or-''
 Tt isn't my present name which worries me-" put in the bride o-be. 'It's my new name--Mrs. Thomas J. Jenkins"
 "Oh," said Beth, trife breathless- ly. "Have you got that far? Can't you postpone worrying over that till after the bishop has made you really Mrs Tom?"
 q think it is well to look these mat ters in the face,'' sighed Isobel, re- signedly. "A girl has to be cautious, you know, before it is too late."
 "Too late?" echoed Beth, in a frightened tone.
 'Well, not exactly that, perhaps replied the girl, whirling her solitaire thoughtfully. q suppose I would not throw Tom over even if his par ents had been less considerate of his wife than they were"
 q don't quite see the connection" said Beth.
 "There, I'll have to explain it all over again" sighed Isobel. ''No one seems to appreciate my woes. Tom says he won't even let me have my cards with the John on them, but just like he has always had his-plain Mrs. Thomas J. Jenkins. It sounds like business card. I've been col lecting the cards the girls have left since they've been married, and I'm going to have the worst of the lot.'
 Whereupon Isobel drew a packet from her purse and spread the tiny | pasteboards before her.
 Here's Mrs. Burlington Watterson Barnes-that's Jennie Smith, you know, whom Turly Barnes married last fall. And here's Mrs. Benning- ton Frederic Tupper-Fred Tupper's wife. No, his name wasn't 'Benning- ton,' but Nell said she just wouldn't have Frederick Tupper,' so she hunt ed up the Bennington and dropped the K from the Frederick Sounds well now, doesn'tit? And here's Mrs. W. J. Caxton Watson. Yes, that's Billy Matson's wife. The w. J. stands for William Jacob,' and she didn't like them, so she fixed it this way. But here's the finest of the lot: Mrs. Jay Thomson Prettyman, Jr.- just Mrs. Tommy Prettyman. The 'J' used to be an initial, but she didn't like it, so she had it spelled out, and left the 'p' out of Thompson and added the 'Jr.,' although his fathers name is Henry, and it is awfully dis