The Hays free press. [volume] (Hays, Kan.) 1908-1924, 1908-12-05
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By OLIVE WINSTON-CACE
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, know; I have been
young"
When I 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 were
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 highly moral
lesson:
Jane, 1 was so sorry to hear what
I 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" incredulously, "then the
story of high playing wasn't true! Lu-
cia, hope your father wasn't very
angry at your being out driving so
late last night"
"A shaft broke an1 detained US, but
I 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 Letitia spoke with author
| 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."
II do, Miss Letitia."
1--WE will go to luncheon. Put up
your work.
A week later, a vision in pinkish
mauve and lace danced into the
Cleaveland drawing room, and as
Tracy caught the girlish form in his
arms, Betty exclaimed breathlessly:
Il got it, you see, the dress 1 told
you about. Tracy" earnestly, I'm so
glad you've a PLACE on Mr.. Brown
| ing's editorial staff
Yes, dearest, that is vindication
enough; from my late employer have
written statement that my discharge
was for nothing derogatory."
Il was sure of that. Isn't my dress
| lovely? Look at it, sir, and not at me-"
Its beautiful but not half SO beau
tiful as it's wearer''
Miss Letitia sent each girl a hand
somely bound copy of 1.-The School for
Scandal" inclosed in a large box.
She'll make the application, or
she's not as quick as I thought her;
gfrlish follies 1 can condone, but pru-
derry and spite in girl not % 1 have
no patience with. Here comes Betty
in her crepe, with that fellow, Tracy
All, we'll, 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