Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1908-03-13
BETTY'S
CHARMS
By ANGELINA W. WRAY

ley could see you
Betty sat up straight and manifest
ed a new interest in life
Why" she demanded
oh. because and John sighed a:
if the topic was not attractive.
because WHAT"
Why, nothing much Only he say
he is sure that love is a deiusion. and
his own ideal is so high that no CIR
could possibly come up TO it. He
says he doesn't know how she would
look. for looks are Of no consequence
anyhow. but there are some things al
which he does draw the line"
What are they. pray?'
"One is" and John gave a tremend-
Gus yawB. THAT she shall not have a
pug nose"
oh" the occupant of the ham
mock tried in vain TO see the tip-tilted
end Of her own small member. John
chuckled silently over the success of
his first shot.
We'll. what else?"
He says she mustn't have red hair
Not even the slightest tinge OF au-
burn, because red-haired people have
such hot tempers.'
Indeed" sharply. Anything
more?"
Well. its funny. but he says he
couldn't loye-if there is such a thing
as love-a girl who would allow her
self to be called by a nickname. For
instance, he mentioned the quaint.
stately name of Elizabeth. and said
there must be something radically
wrong with a person whose friends
would persist in calling her Betty in
stead OF her rightful cognomen-
Through halfclosed eyes he sur
veyed the effect of his words. Betty's
cheeks were flushed and she looked
prettier than ever.
You're the biggest tease" she said
with Indignation. Why do you want
him to see ne if he feels that way2'
John smiled 1t would be such a
good joke if he fell in love with you.
Betty. He's a right good fellow. if he
wasn't so conceited. 1t would do him
a world of good to meet nice girl
And you certainly have taking ways,
if your nose does turn up, and your
hair is red I'll bring him around
after tea. Do your best for him,
Betty"
Il shall hate him, know. But you
may bring him." and Betty. sinking
back among the cushions. spent the
remainder of the hot afternoon in plot
ting against the strangers peace Of
mind
Fenley was a tall. thin young man,
for the dignity of his man
ners, and the gravity with which he
regarded mankind. For women he
had no leisure, regarding them as
airy trifes. changeable as the wind"
Between his brows was straight lit
lie frown, which deepened perceptibly
as his friend remarked that evening:
''Oh. by the way, Fenley, my cousin
Betty and her little brother are visit
ng mother just now. want you to /
meet the former. She's the jolliest 1
girl | know
"Betty?" Fenley lifted his eye
,rows in mute depreciation. 4 dislike I
he name, and am not partial to jolly 1
girls
i know. old fellow But you'll like /
his one. Everybody does. She's just
plendid."
Il would rely more on her little
,rother's opinion of that" was the
uiet answer. The small boy is apt
o be a pretty good Judge"
A few moments later Fenley was
baking hands with the young lady in
uestion. conscious of a vague feeling
{ surprise and bewilderment He saw
sweet. merry face from which pair
( dark eyes looked out frankly. He
aw. too. that the soft, fluffy hair was
ed: the prettiest shade of that color.
D be sure. but of an unmistakeable,
ndeniable hue. The nose. tip-tilted
D the sauciest way. was an audacious
ug; and yet. in spite of all these dis
dvantages, the girl was daintily pref
'. conscious of her own charms, and
onscious. moreover. that Fenley, the
ignified, Fenley, the cynical. was sur
ewing her with something that GER
sinly was not criticism.
He stayed an unconscionably long
me. and went home with his brain in
whirl. All his preconceived ideas had
cen scattered by a few glances from
girls bright eyes.
Her hair is red, said his Judgment,
POLLY.
It's awful pretty" replied fancy.
And she has pug nose"
Il like il. after all
"But her name is Betty" urged
dgment in triumph
"A dear little name. 1t suits her.
do wonder what she thought OF me-
1t was wonderful how many errands
made to his friends house. Each
me Betty's charms made a deeper
lpression upon him.
Morton. he said to his friend one
", what does IL mean when you
cam of a certain person every
ght?"
Morton stared al him.