The Prescott daily news., 1912-08-27
HER FUTILE LOVES
By ROSE L. HONEYMAN.

Land of love! left again." sobbed Nancy as her eyes fell no the head. lines at the top of the society col. umns. [
 He had to go and marry that freckle-faced Kitty after alias if he couldn't get pretty girl like me. It's the limit, That means no roller skat- ing this month. only moping at home instead. Don't deserve to decorate a corner seat either. Even homely Lisa got a good man the other day. She just sat around or went shopping, didn't try to make living or any, thing, and she's no richer than I am, either. But. lordy. she's provided for now. Jim never would have looked at Lisa If her Uncle Moses didn't have all those buried money bags Bet not. Wouldn't that just beat you the way men go after girls with prospects? Wish had some rich uncles, aunts and things. A bank book is mighty at- tractive. Wish had one to carry in my hand as I saunter up Main street. It would catch fellows just as fly pa- per does flies. Never did have any luck though--only work, work, work. Don't deserve 1t either-not to have any fun. It isn't my fault don't have any gentlemen company. I try hard enough, goodness knows. That eve ming Oscar came I passed the ice wa ter, the smiles, and the angel cake, which 1 made myself. told him so, too, but 1t didn't do bit of good. He ate four pieces, though. He didn't have to get sore because I smiled at Charley. It isn't my fault that Char ley thinks I'm the prettiest girl in town. I learned a lesson, though. So when Shorty called l was as prim as could be, kept my skirt pulled over my ankles and looked straight ahead. l aired all my high school studies and told him l was going in for a career. Marrying was the least of my thought. Any women could marry 1 said, with an expression on my face to show that I was not sit Ing around. waiting for him to ask the privilege of paying my charge ac- counts ever after. One must not ap- pear anxious about a man if she wishes to catch him. Aunt Julie al- ways said so just told him right out-that none of this marrying busi- ness for me. Of course, didn't mean 1t, but he never came back. He took up with that snippy Anna Lee, who hasn't thimbleful of gray matter. dv,ft Iflta said:
 Keep the men in the places and they will respect you l wonder If Aunt Julie knows for sure. Susie Brad shaw got married to swell hard ware clerk and she said she used to hold hands with Willie. wonder If she did? It's mighty hard to know what to do in such delicate matters.
 Every girl in town Is changing her name to Mrs. Lysander Jones, Mrs. Sam Hill, and other aristocratic names. Wish l could. Everybody says I am pretty, and l am. too. Char lie. Rob, and Rollo look at me so that have to pull my hat down on the side towards them as I pass by, it is so embarrassing. Mamie Ray and Martha Little stand and giggle on the street corner with the boys for an hour Aunt Julie told me 1t wasn't nice for girls to talk to boys on the street, and I never do 1t. I look straight ahead and pass on.
 "One Sunday afternoon, put on my new white dress, with short sleeves and blue sash. must have looked right cute. guess. for fresh Alexander called to me, Where are you going, sister?' I didn't say any, thing. If had, he might have treat ed me to an ire cream soda. I wish