Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1908-12-03
MISSLE77TIA,SWAY
By OLIVE W~INSTON-GAGE
Copyright, Ford Pub. Coz

ways did, the girls fresh bloom.
Luncheon will be ready in half an
hour or so; make up for lost time;
Betty, those hand-run tucks, feather
stitched, are beautifully done"
You see, Tracy tagged along, and
when he's with you the distance is
much farther; you get to chatting,
you know"
Yes, my dear, l know; I have been
young"
When / am coming to these highly
priced lessons, my feet are winged"
murmured the correct Myra.
"Yes," observed Miss Letitia, with a
quick glance from her gold-rimmed
glasses at the quiet figure, you we're
never five minutes late at an appoint
ment in your life, Myra."
Her white jeweled hand rested on
Betty's curly dark brown head. En-
couraged by that she thought was
high praise, the correct Myra proceed
ed to give her friends a highly moral
lesson:
Jane, l was so sorry to hear what
heard to-day"
Il do not know what you mean"
replied Jane.
why, that your brother-you know
people talk so much-I heard he had
been wild at college and your father
had sent for him to come home"
Brother has been studying too
hard, and papa took him from college,"
said Jane Pegram.
Really" in%credulously, then the
story of high playing wasn't true! Lu.
cha, | hope your father wasn't very
angry at your being out driving so
late last night"
"A shaft broke and detained US, but
had been home an hour when you
drove by with Luther Awkwright,"
There was general laughter at this
thrust, and the correct Myra was
covered with confusion a moment;
then she said:
Mr.. Awkwright took me to see one
of my poor girls who wasn't we'll"
Luther Awkwright paying visits to
that kind" calculated Deborah; none
believed Myra.
Judge Motive know the rest. Bet.
ty, why did Tracy leave his place
so suddenly? Is it true he was dis.
missed?"
The face of every girl was flaming,
and Miss otitio enaGn u,;th o,,t1~r
ity.
Children, do not recriminate; let
your needles fly, but don't handle any
other sharp things. Myra, learn
charity before you preach it. Betty,
trust that Tracy has a good reason
for giving up his place"
Il do, Miss Letitia,"
I'VE will go to luncheon. Put up
your work"
A week later, a vision in pinkisb
mauve and lace danced into the
C%leaveland drawing room, and az
Tracy caught the girlish form in his
arms, Betty exclaimed breathlessly:
II got it, you see, the dress I told
you ABOUT. Tracy, earnestly, I'm sc
glad you've a place on Mr.. Brown
ing's editorial staff"
Yes, dearest, that is vindication
enough; from my late employer l have
a written statement that my discharge
was for nothing derogatory."
II was SUR of that. Isn't my dress
lovely? hook at it, sir, and not at me-"
ITS beautiful, but not half so beau
tiful as its wearer."
Miss Letitia sent each girl a hand
somely bound copy of THE School for
Scandal" inclosed in a large box.
She'll make the application, or
she's not as quick as | thought her;
girlish follies can condone, but pru,
derry and spite in a girl not 22 l have
no patience with. Here comes Betty
in her crepe, with that fellow, Tracy.
All, well, who can say an old maid is
lonely, when she has young friends
to mother, and give a dot to on their
marriage. Come in to your godmother,
children"