The Lambertville record., 1908-01-08

Your name and your hair. You see,
one always thinks of violet as some
thing small and shrinking and delicate.
and you-well, you are six feet tall
with that pompadour. You cannot
change your name. but you can change
your hair
The weeks that followed were like
fairyland trips to Violet, whose mother
had read herself into mental and phys
ical inertia on a diet of novels, while
her father had tried to wrest gold from
the sphinxlike mountains. She learned
that Grace Saunders was merely study
Ing bookkeeping and stenography In or
der to help her father, whom she
adored, and that she had time between
studies to do the most wonderful sew
Ing Violet had ever seen. But first she
taught Violet how to dress her hair,
low and soft in puffs above her ears
and a low knot at the nape of her
neck; then how to do Delsarte exer-
cises 10 acquire ease and to feed GER
tain angles with massage cream.
The change was gradual, but one day
!
froek made with deep ruffies that broke
her height and soft frills at throat and
wrist young Graham looked puzzled.
Seems like violets do bloom some
times rather late In llfe," he remarked
as he took the entire circle of boarders
into his confidence. But l would like
to know how she became shorter
s,Sntnn yirl, nra bnrn with
ity," remarked Grace Saunders gently,
like Miss Layton, for instance"
Whereat the little stenographer dim
pied delightfully."- and young Graham
beamed approval. And some girls
have to acquire 1t. like Violet. Just
as soon as she dropped exaggerated
high heels, lowered her pompadour
and wore fluffy frocks instead Of
straight lines she became feminine and
attractive. Such is the psychological
influence of frocks. But under 1t all
she had always n most charming ma
ture and brilliant mind"
"Yes, and she makes such good fudge.
| never tasted better In my college
days.
| IL WIS lIOltSsOI NuO SDOke,
and In the sudden silence every one
stared at him. Who would have
thought the man behind the glasses
cared for fudge? And then somehow
1t dawned upon the circle of boarders
that the professor was looking very
| young and had-yes had some wild
! violets, the first of the warm early
| la, III hat T., <,Np
his glasses and glanced around with
amusement.
"Why not? | always was partial to
violets."
Mrs. Brent slipped her hand under
the tableeloth and found Grace Saun-
ders palpitating finger tips.
"You knew all the time," she whis-
pered
"Rather 1t was my idea, but the
professor took to 1t with amazing alac
rity"
And then pretty Miss Layton spranl
from her chair and pushed the aston
ished young waitress, who had JUS
entered the place, beside the profess
or.
! .The idea of announcing an engage
!. ment with the bride to be out of the
room. | insist upon passing the hot
cakes this morning"
And then, with the memory of that
first day and the wave of amusement
that had gradually changed to respect
and admiration for the girl and her
pluck and her adaptability, the board
ers of Mrs. Brents select and homelike
establishment rose and solemnly drank
a toast In the coffee for which Mrs.
Brent was famous:
ITO Violetf' cried young Graham.
And this time no one laughed, but
| the tenderness which comes when
| loves wings Autter close seemed to
soften every eye that looked upon
the happy professor and the happier
| girl