The Starkville news. (Starkville, Miss.) 1902-1960, 1904-02-26

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him to go driving in her trap, or makes
sofa pillows. Or"
"Or. in fact. bats her hook and doesn't
hide it,
Exactly" said Polly, that's why
! often do this"
do what?"
Draw the string the other way" said
Polly, as she watched the cat chasing
the bright-colored worsted ball. Per
haps you have noticed 1t"
| 'I haven't observed, coldly.
"And yet" said Polly, gazing dream
| lily at the cat, you have been whole
hours and hours getting kiss, and
whole weeks waiting to know whether
or not was going to accept your inv1-
tation, and a whole year doubling
And all the time, Polly Lee said |.
putting down my cigarette and gazing
at her reproachfully, you had your
mind made up!"
Yes" said Polly, smiling at the ex-
cited cat through half-closed lids, but
lady's favors are like the worsted ball
only valuable when hard to get"
| Nonsense" said l. Il once knew
girl who hid her light under bushel,
and now she's 40, and is still paying her
own gas bill"
Polly looked at me through dropping
lashes.
81 didn't hide the worsted ball under
the sofa pillow she said, softly. 1T
| isn't necessary to wear brown crash
skirts instead of chiffon ruff1es, nor
common-sense heels instead of French
ones, nor to forget TO curl your hair or
powder your nose in order to prove your
Indifference to man. 1t isn't the kind
of Indifference that makes woman
yawn in mans face that fascinates
him, but the kind which takes her out
occasionally on the evenings when she
knows he will call; the kind that is born
Of an interest in something or some
body else beside the man: the kind that
never discourages him, but always keeps
him doubling; the kind that the fisher
man practices when he bats his hook
and then lets the line hang Imply and
apparently unnoticed at his side; the
| kind
Look out, Polly" exclaimed. as the
hplayful kitten crouched for a spring
!
as he landed full tilt in the very midst of
sea of chiffon ruffies. Dear old fell
lowi How he loves ruff1es!"
That's masculine, at any rate" said |.
And sugar." said Polly, picking vi
olet bonbon out of the box | had
brought, and feeding it to the brute.
Maybe he'd like a green one, too"
said 1, fishing out pistachio cream.
mo, no." cried Polly. mot any more
He has had quite enough"
'Why?" said l. Hes got nine lives. 4"
But only one stomach" said Polly.
Besides, like everything else mascu-
line, he is more difficult to hold than TO
catch. Now, if l should feed him too
much sugar"
'Or rub his fur the wrong way"
| broke in.
COR hold him too tight"
cor nag him."
''Why, he'd simply go scudding off up
stairs to Aunt Agatha"
| "As a fellow goes scudding off to
more attractive ruffles," l agreed.
| Naughty Tommy" said Polly, shak-
ing her finger at the cat, who was sniff
ing wistfully at the candy box, why
won't you be satisfied? One is enough
! for you"
"One would be enough for me- said
softly getting up from the armchair and
going over to the divan; "just one"
''Sh!" said Polly. go away. You're
frightening him.
And | wouldn't beg for any more"
pleaded, sitting down as near Polly as
the cat would permit me.
| "Don't!" exclaimed Polly, you
mustn't"
I reached over and smoothed the cat.
Never mind, old fellow said l;
| she's only pulling the ball of worsted
away from u.s."
''Mr. Heavyfeather!'
''And she'll give us both the sugar
after awhile"
''Mr Heavyfeather, will you kindly
go away while have this cat in my lap?"
And if l do," said I, when he gets
tired of you, can /"
"Yes," said Polly. "Now go!"
''M-e-o-w!" yelled the cat, springing
to the floor.
l caught Polly and the scarlet pillow
in bundle.
But" said Polly, five minutes later, as
she Strengthened out the sofa pillow and
smoothed the crumpled chiffon ruff1es,
81 would like to know what made that
ungrateful cat run away"
Perhaps" said /, reaching for my
hat, you gave him too much sugar"
What? One lump" said Polly,
scornfully.