Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1912-05-14

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sad mouth. He looked down al
/ Daisy Grace with a grave, penetrat-
ing gaze and her foolish little heart
pounded like a triphammer, as she
gave him one long, shy glance from
her blue eyes. Then her lashes
dropped in the most approved Clari-
bel manner, for had she not earnest
ly practiced this preliminary before
her mirror against the time Of her
need? Then she walked slowly on.
To her intense disappointment, he
neither spoke nor hurried after her,
as Claribels lord had done; but
Daisy comforted herself with the re-
Election that perhaps he had been
"struck dumb at sight of her radi-
ant beauty" She recalled one novel
where some such thing had hap
pened.
Two days later she again saw him
on the same corner. Daisy Grace
passed by in a flutter. This time
she gave him a tiny little smile of
encouragement. He did not return
it, but looked at her so intently that,
according to Claribel, "she felt her
self being drawn toward him on
loves mysterious tide" Beyond
that one look, he made no sign, and,
somewhat anxious, Daisy Grace hur-
ried home to consult Claribel.
She found that che could not yet
realize the glory of his new-found
love-" and this explanation did
much to comfort her.
1t was a week before she saw her
idol again. The car had stopped at
the corner and he and another man
were just boarding it. Daisy Grace
was desperate. If he did not know
where she lived or anything about
her, how could he "pour out his
his heart to herp" She had ten
cents in her little chain purse. Quick
as fash she ran up the car steps
after him, and sank into the seat
behind him, just as the conductor
rang the bell. He had not seen her,
and was talking busily to the other
man. Daisy Grace strained her ears
to hear his beloved voice.
81 tell you, Walters" said her
unadorer, 81 think the way some
mothers bring up their girls is an
outrage. Why, some of these little
ffteen-year-old girls have no sense
Of modesty. Twice while I've stood
on the corner waiting for a car a for
ward little miss has deliberately tried
to attract my attention. If l
thought that my daughter would ever
do any such thing, 1 believe I'd lock
her up on bread and water until she
came to her senses"
"And you'd be justified" was the
answer. GA whole lot of these bra
zen youngsters ought to be severely
disciplined and taught the rudi-
ments of modesty and self-respect.
This girl you speak of is a fair ex-
ample"
But Daisy Grace waited to hear
no more. Like a flash she slid out
Of her seat and reached the door, un-
seen by the two men.
Choking down her sobs, she rushed |
down the steps the instant the car
stopped and set out with all speed |
for home. 4!t.-'--s
Hateful things" she breathed, |
the tears chasing each other down |
her rounded cheeks. "I'm not for
ward. l am modest. l thought he
was my fate. Claribel-"
She stopped short, drew a deep |
breath, then said with spiteful en-
phasis: "Claribel makes me sick. I'll
go straight home and tear her all up,
and | shall never read another novel
again as long as live. Only, l must
say, right now, before 1 destroy Clar-
ibel forever, that otis better to have
loved and lost than never to have
loved at all. New York Press.