Smyrna times., 1909-02-24

deniably personality to be reckOned
with.
81 don't see where you get such
ways, GwendOlyn," complained her
mother. "Why, at your age p
Eyes, indeed" corroborated Mr.. |
Rand, "at your age, GwendOlyn, your |
mother had settled down-she wasn't |
running around after all the young |
men in the neighbOrhoOd."
"Oh, daddy" demonstrated Gwen
dolyn Il think you might be a little
more gallant"
"Well, well, the young men weren't
all running after her, them" amended
Mr.. Rand, softening at the hurt look
in Gwendolyn's big brown eyes. "But
it doesn't look well either way. I
can't understand where
Mother was brought up in a con-
vent, you remember. I'm the product
Of cOeducation," ventured GwendOlyn
| in explanation.
Him." reflected Mr.. Rand. THAT
may be the reason, but the remedy is
your Aunt Abiatha."
Gwendolyn gave a little gasp of ap-
prehensiOn.
Eyes, my dear" continued Mr.. Rand,
your mother and l have decided to
send you down to Florida to spend
the winter with your Aunt Abiatha."
"She will teach you the things
girl of your age ought to know, daugh-
ter" added Gwendolyn's mother dole
fully, things which l have somehow
failed to make you take an interest
in"
'In other words, I'm to be sent to n
convent" exclaimed GwendOlyn as
she swished out of the room. her head
high in air, but her eyes glistening
with unshed tears.
Aunt Abiathas spacious, old fashion
ed house merited kinder verdict than
Gwendolyn bestowed upon 1t at first
glance. Once up in her coy bedroom.
however with its chintz covered four
poster and French windows opening
out on to q little rose covered porch,
the girls heart melted in spite of her
self, and she threw both arms around
Aunt Abiatha, completely submissive
for the time being
sewing and cooking began to resolve
itself into routine Gwendolyn suddenly
I baked.
"NOw l know how to do all these
prOsaic things, Aunt Abiatha," she ar
gued, whats the use of doing them
i day after Gay? There are so many
real live things to do in the world
Let's give garden party or some
thing, Aunt Abiatha. Are there any
e male inhabitants in Centerville that VIC
l. could hire to come, do you thinkT'
y "Gwendolyn. my dear. how you talk
d OF course there are,' Aunt Abiatha
e was startled into admitting. There's
young Jack Hayward for one"
whats he like?"
Every thoughtful and polite replied
Aunt. Abiatha legally. HE comes o.
, one Of our best families"
t"Poor thing muttered Gwendolyn.
d "What did you say, dear?'
81 asked what he does for a living?
), prevaricated GwendOlyn unblushingly
"a "Why, he manages his fathers es
tate, of course. He's a country gen
tleman."
- "Oh," commented GwendOlyn indif
ferently, "he must be a very provin
q cial kind of person! I don't think
} should like him.
well, of all things, Gwendolyn!
bristled Aunt Abiatha. "Of cours
- you'd like him. Every one does II
u ask him to CALL
An afternoon or two later as Gwer
in, hn hor m
D. on her little porch engrossed in nov
ell she became suddenly conscious tina
the front doorbell had been ringing fo
n some time. On the veranda below sh
could hear Aunt Abiatha rocking [
II and fro.
1.-THE front doorbell's ringing AuI
III Abiathaw she called, jumping up. 81
r. it's that polite and thoughtful youn
country gentleman please don't dii
turb me. I'm in the midst of an av
\ fully exciting love story"
u A hearty masculine laugh followe
GwendOlyn's declaration.
A. 1t aroused her curiosity, but also he
Indignation, and she re-established he
self in the hammock, determined NJ
to display the slightest interest. wha
ever happened.
But the next thing she heard startl6
her into sitting posture.
I "Now, Aunt Abiatha, will you intr
duce usP'
Gwendolyn, walking to the rail
the porch, could hardly believe h.
eyes. There, on the roof of the vera
da, not ten feet away from her. s.
an extremely good looking young ma
And there on the lawn stood Au
Abiatha, the picture Of dismay al
disapproval
"Gwendolyn," she called up, "this
Mr.. Hayward. Jack, my niece. Mi
Rand. l never saw such goings on
my life. Go right into your rooi
GwendolynT
Gwendolyn did not bulge. She on
laughed and laughed, until Aunt Abb
-. at L..