Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1913-06-24
THAT GARDEN GOWN
Cousin Bess Managed EveIyn's
Love Affair With Consum-
mate Policy.

NIT, with a passable wardrobe. You,
also. Well, my wardrobe allowances
has reached the vanishing point with
the season half overt am bored
to death with every identical article
Of appeared. Now I'll be willing to
wager a box OF candy that things
are in exactly the same state with
YOURSELF Now them Being a re-
sponsive spirit you have already pen
etrated my thought and assented
theretol Yes, we are to exchange
gownsl The scenes of our respective
dramas are so far apart that our
strategy will be safe Let us begin
with our most fetching gowns. You
remember that rose-colored one
wore to the AL Fresco lunch when
you we're here? I'll send you that.
II is simply a dream. You will be ir-
resistible in it, Now you send me
something bonny and bewitching for
the archery lark we are to have on
the 10Th. Afterwards we can keep
1t up ad infinitum."
With a few more rhapsodies, and
exclamation points and condolences,
Evelyn finished her letter and ran out
and posted it.
Now, Lawrence Liscomb, the most
eligible" and the handsomes of
Evelyn's set" had utterly lost his
head to this little butterfly. He spent
all his leisure trying to induce her
to consent to his interviewing her
parents" while she employed all her
charms in endeavoring to convince
him that she was far too young and
foolish to know how to think the least
bit about such things Lawrence was
coming to see her that evening, as
he generally did come seven times or
so per week. To enhance her elo-
quence in trying to put a stop to
Lawrences teasing her So" Evelyn
dressed that evening in her most
bewitching style. Nevertheless. they
Quarreled that night. They often did
quarrel, indeed, but this time it prom
ised to be really final, for when Law
renee went away he said with great
solemnity:
Il shall not ask you to marry me
again for a whole MONTH" and he i'm
mediately added, in the tone of a
Judge delivering death sentence: II
shall not even see you-unless you
send for me-" Then, with his best
and deepest society bow, he stalked
rapidly away.
Evelyn listened to the firm, deter
mined click Of his step on the pave
ment till it died away, then she soft
y closed the door and gasped. He
couldn't do such a thing Yes, he
could; he was a man! He could do
anything! But he wouldn't He
parlor and gazed upon herself in the
'ull-length mirror. She shook her lit
tie fist at her pretty double and NUT
tered:
You are a lovely creature, you
Just are! But you are a little idiot
You don't know good thing when
YOU have it! He's perfectly splen-
did"
Evelyn didn't care for the clothes
any more What was the use of them
anyway? She went straight to her
room and sat down to her rosewood
desk to let her cousin know that, af.
,er all, she didn't want her "old
things" she had changed her mind.
She tore up half a dozen sheets in at
tempts to set 1t down with decent dig
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TO Bess and go on with the plan for
her sake. Probably Bessie still cared
about clothes! In this benevolent
frame of mind she went to bed and
cried herself to sleep. She didn't do
it hastily, but with sufficient leis-
ure-that she might as long as pos
sible enjoy her sweet carnival of
tears. The first thing in the morning
she sent Bessie the garden gown and
hat
OF course Evelyn scarce looked at
| the letter or gown which Cousin Bes-
sic sent her in response to her
scheme. For almost a week she pass
ed long. long. weary days and nights,
alternatingly mot caring a bit what
he does" and being sure she couldn't
possibly live without him" At last
letter from Bess electrified the stu
alton. The letter ran as follows:
who is Lawrence? o. Evelyn!
Evelynl What have we done? But
/ managed II, as mamma would say,
with consummate policy. You do ex.
actly as / direct and all win be we'll
You may trust me absolutely. am
older than you. (She was six months
older) have done all for your good
But | win tell you the story from
the beginning.
I'VE have just come in from one OF
our festivals on the lake. There
were three boat loads of US. We
were at our merriest when we over
hauled a knight OF the paddle. Z
stranger enjoying in his canoe. Al
we passed him singing the Lorelei II
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