The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1908-06-25
THREE GIRLS AND A MAN.

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stopping with her.
Marjorie Blake, toll ard fair, with
lovely wide eyes and an indescribable
way of wearing her clothes.
Eunice Adair, slender, and olive
skinned with glorious dark eyes and
lips like crushed cherries.
Lastly, Anice Hart, gray-cyed, with
brown hair; not so beautiful as the
other two. but more distinguished Hook
ing and a genius for selecting the right
thing in frocks.
Mrs. Seton-Hall was proud of her
young g:c.'s.
Fob will Lave 10 lose lis heart to
one of them," she confded to Penelope
Chalmers.
Penelope agreed with her. She al
ways did agree with Mrs. Seton-Hall,
which was why the older woman liked
her so well.
as Mr. Waldersea very handsome ?"
inquired Penelope.
"You have seen his portrait, and he
is my brother" said Mrs. Seton-Hall.
Penelope blushed.
But I do not know whether he ID
tall or medium, or Indifferent or mas
terful," she FASTENED to explain, apollo
getically.
"You romantic little goose" said Mrs.
Seton Hall. "To me Bob is just nice,
pleasant young fellow, who would make
any girl a good husband. l wish you
would observe him well this evening,
and let me know how he looks to you.
After all, my dear, you have consider
able sense, even if you are stupid about
some things. Run and dress now; you
have admired me long enough, and,
Penelope, do put on something becom-
ing, | want everyone to look their best
Bob is so critical"
GAS if it made any difference how 1
looked,' thought Penelope, but, never
theless. she donned a rose-colored crepe,
the only nice frock in her wardrobe,
and went downstairs looking like wild
rose.
Mrs. Seton-Hall sent her brother in
with a girl on either arm. selecting
Marjorie Blake, the blonde, and Eunice
Adair, the brunette.
Anice Hart sat directly opposite the
Young man, where her superb figure
and magnificent frock showed to the
best advantage.
Bob Waldersea was not easily I'M
pressed, being something of man OF
the world, and much travelled A pref
ty girl more. or less did not make his
pulse tremble. He was quite at his
ease, and in most entertaining mood.
Penelope Chalmers, tucked away at
the far end of the table, watched hlm
in fascinated admiration, and wondered
how those other girls could laugh and
chat with him so calmly.
Marjorie Blake and Mr. Waldersea
had been engaging in a merry war OF
words when Miss Adair protested. Il
claim Mr. Waldersea's attention" she
pouted. "It is as much as five minutes
since he has given me glance"
"Impossible!" exclaimed the young
man, in mock horror. "Think what JOY
, have been missing all that time. Tell
me something, quick, quick, or someone
else will speak and [ shall have to
look away again." he said, in half
whisper.
''What shall I tell your"
} 'Tell me who the tall girl is with
: green eyes at the other end OF the Ia
ble."
'Why, that is Penelope Chalmers"
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5 quaint name for very odd-looking girl.
Who is Miss Chalmers, anyway? Where
does she come from? -
"Don't you know? She is Mrs. Seton
Halls companion and secretary; comes
; of some very old and poverty stricken
family, I believe. Awfully sweet girl;
we are tremendously fond of her, and
!. so sorry for her.. you know. 1t is toe
i = think
She might marry well if she had more
style"
When Bob Waldersea had been at
! Dream Vale. his sisters country home
for three weeks, he discovered that
/ Penelope Chalmers was the power be-
e hind the throne. 1t was Penelope who
: was always ready to join in game OF
tennis when necessary, and she excellec
at the sport 1t was Penelope who reao
aloud, while the women embroidered
: and the men smoked lazily on the broad
t veranda. 1t was Penelope who went III
, to town on the warmest day of the sea
son to execute commissions for every
a body.
One day Bob came across this usefu
Young woman outstretched in ham
mock. He stood for a moment staring
down at her, and she semed to feel his
gaze and looked up.
''Miss Chalmers in a new role," he
T said, lightly; "laziness personifed."
Her serious eyes sparkled, and dim
J. pie denied her cheek. II will confess
- something" she whispered; 81 am the
LATEST person you ever met"
'What airs you do put on, then; why
sometimes you have pretended to be al
j. most energetic
Q ct is all pretense; I just hate t.
move I should like to have little
slave boy follow me around to move
> things out of my way and pick up arti
cles might drop"
Lazy people are usually sympathetic
: said Bob. Il wonder if you are