Alaska sentinel., 1908-04-23
INVITATIONS.
Girl Finds Her Manner & Little Too
 Free and Entfctng.


 sCllf, what made you scowl while was putting that rose In Jem's button hole?" Stella Pierce demanded, as she ran down the steps from the porch and Joined her brother. Were not goipg to be late. They can't begin the play until I'm there, anyway. I'm to put on the makeup for them.'
 They had walked to the corner to- gether before Cliff answered, shortly :. "No I didn't think we'd be late"
 What was 1t, then? Surely not be cause l gave him the rose-a boy I've known all my lifei'
 No. It wasn't the thing you did. But you took such a time about It, and held your face so close to his, and smiled up at him so. You'd have been mighty surprised. no doubt, if he had put his arms round you and given you hug?"
 Stella's head went up haughtily What a thing to say to me, Cliff Pierce. Jem wouldn't dare touch me The boys all know they cant take lib critics with me-"
 All the same, your whole manner was an invitation. You needn't get an- gry, sis I knew you didn't mean any thing by It, but girls don't understand how some things seem to boys, and I've noticed that way you have with the fellows before. It's just as If you dprad fham fa poma nn tall vn,, you've got to look out. If one of 'em should take you up some day you'd have yourself to thank"
 "I consider your remarks insulting" said Stella. In high dis1ain, and they walked in silence the rest of the way to the hall where the amateur theatricals were to be given.
 Once In the midst of the exciting hur- " behind the scenes, Stella forgot her grievance, and taking out rouge pot brushes and pencils, began her work.
 "Who next?" she asked. presently, as she was completing pair of beau tiful eyebrows for one of the girls.
 Take Mir. Atwater.'' cried the busy Heading lady" We shall want him first of all."
 But I don't need any paint" ob- jected the big handsome fellow, as he dropped into the chair before Stella.
 "Of course you do," she retorted, dimpling down at him. You'd look like ghost without 1t behind those footlights."
 Then the furry about them went on, and Stella, recognizing new dash of spice in her task, tried to seem uncon- scious while she worked of the black eyed stare of admiration, which never wavered.
 Well, I'm reconciled to paint" young Atwater remarked, meaningly, as she put on the finishing touches. My face is yours, to do anything you like with 1t"
 "No, thank you," she answered, roguishly. Not with all that rouge on."
 Take some of 1t ofr," he challenged, and just then 1t happened that the leading lady hurried half a dozen per formers to the stage, leaving the two by themselves for an instant.
 "I-don't know where to begin," Stel. la flung back, still laughing.
 Begin with my lips" he said, with a quick step forward. and ten seconds later Stella stood alone in the room, ready to stamp the floor in helpless rage.
 "I hate him! I hate him :" she said, aloud. "Impertlnent! Common. How dared he" She was rubbing the smear of rouge from her own angry face, and as she diG 30 the details of her own part In the scene just past flashed be fore her. Like Judgment, she heard her brothers words, Yourself to thank"
 Its true" she owned to herself, turning her crimson face away as three more actors In need of complexions came trooping into the room. "Oh, I'm ashamed !"-Youth's Companion.