The Jennings daily record. [volume] (Jennings, La.) 1900-1903, 1902-06-11
IMPUDENCE
Copyright, 1902 by Daily Story Publishing Co.

A group OF three-two girls and "A
eat. The halo of womanly daintiness
surrounds them; lace-trimmed hand
kerchief here. Cinderella slippers
.here; a high-plumed tiara on the
table and the last worn dress across
the chair.
One pair Of black eyes looking out
upon the world with a deep, winsome
wonder-seeing visions and trying to
blink away the shadows; one pair Of
blue eyes, practical, everyday, sympa-
thetic; with a great jetty-blacS cat
lying in the lap OF the first, its golden
green orbs fixed restlessly on her face
and her two hands clasped across its
silky coat. The black eyes twinkle
as they meet the blue
What do l see in your face?" ques-
toned the blue-eyed girl. something
has happened, tell me-"
For answer the other placed taper
ing fingers at the parting of the lips
and whispered.
oh! you mean Cousin Jimmie?
Delightful! Charming"
Sparks OF fun and lighthearted hap
piness scintilate from the dark orbs
while she tells such particulars as
maidens delight to recount and to
hear.
There is only one possible objec-
tion," quoth Bluette, deprecatingly-
] am afraid"
Now, Imp" spoke the other quick
ly, what are you arching your back
about? Do you also think him too
fine for your mistress? 1t is not kind
to tell me sou
ha To- IN
Imp is the most appropriate name
ever heard for a black cat" she
skirmished.
1mpudence' we used to call him
when he was small and mischievous-
we shorten it,
At intervals BIue-eyes tried to re-
sumo the discussion of Cousin Jim
mie" and uncorsciously to state the
one objection to him-she was a good
little soul-but Black-eyes had put up
the bars and It was utterly impossi
BILE.
Imp, she thinks 1 do not know"
This in confidence to the cat, the
dimpling cheek buried in his soft
black fur and happy little gurglins
smiles bubbling up to the surface. II
and papa will never permit me to
marry him, simply because he is poor,
as Bluette wanted SO much to tell me.
But what does it matter? He is in
f1nitely superior to all others and oh
-1mp-u-dencei"
True love took its usual course
over the rapids. The black eyes no
longer scintilate fun, but sharp cleo
<rio ~
The father looks morose whenever her
lovers name is mentioned, and ne
mother imperiously scornful. What is
girl to do! The crisis became i'm
minent when another lover appeared
on the scene. Everything heart could
wish" pronounced the mother, while
the father looksk as jolly over it as
il he had sown a few dollars in specu-
lation and reaped a gold mine. But
the daughter-
The man was lfttle-not much above
her own shoulder-and fussy; agree
able, rather, or would be if sne could
refrain from comparing him with
somebody else. Imp arched his back
and looked suspicious and disdainful
whenever be came into the room as
if he were one of those tormenting lit
tie dogs which cats detest. Alas,
who cares for the opinion of a cat
unless, perchance, 1t agree with his
own! And what was the girl to do?
One would hardly have deemed Let
tice Duvall person easily dominat-
ed, noting the full. firm mouth and the
head poised as if it already wore n
crown. Nevertheless, the queen moth
er still reigned. Whatever dress she
suggested was worn; whatever engage
ment she wished. was made. Hitherto
it had been a matter of no conse-
Quence to Lettuce. 1t cost nothing to