The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1913-06-30
WAS SUCH A TROUBLE
BY LENA MYERS.

"Myra Is such trouble to me- said
Mrs. Withers,
"All modern girls are rather-er-
self-willed, aren't they" | replied,
guardedly.
"Myra," said Mrs. Withers, requires
particularly firm hand. She
has 1t, of course. You would never
guess what difficulty find in manag-
ing her sometimes. She's terribly diff
suit"
rs she?" | said, sympathetically l
had never seen the troublesome Myra.
but Mrs. Withers was most awe-inspir-
ing-one of those solid, determined,
please-don t-argue kind of women
and | felt a sneaking pity for any
girl who was managed by her.
She ruined-utterly ruined" said
Mrs. Withers impressively "her new
tailor made by cutting split, as she
called it, up to the knee in the skirt.
| refused to allow her to go out in 1t,
of course, but there was a severe
struggle before | forced her to button
1t up. But that was not all. She cut
the necks of her blouses so low that
| was positively ashamed to give
them to the housemaid, and she
bought herself hat In which nothing
was visible but her jaw and the tip of
her nose!"
What did you do about it," I
asked.
DO? What did l do? had to
talk to her extremely seriously and
tell her, once and for all, that /
was not prepared to stand this sort Of
thing
But" went on Mrs. Withers. warm
ing to her work, II discovered worse
things than a desire to look like mu-
sical comedy star. Myra," her voice
dropped pompously, was deep In
clandestine love affair-wlth boy
from West Point"-Mrs. Withers' voice
expressed infinite scorn. They had
met at a dance last autumn, 1t ap-
pears, and he had been writing to
her"
oh, yes" I said lamely.
And she," continued Myra's moth
er, had been writing back. He want
ed to know if he might call-that was
how | discovered it. The child had,
If you please, been keeping his ex-
tremely badly expressed letters in her
jewel case"
What did you do?"
Il simply commando her to put
them all on the fire, and never to see
him again"
And bow did Myra take this?"
poor little MyraD
"Oh, abominably! We were treated
to one OF her scenes But" Mrs.
Withers smiled grimly-"I think that
is all settled now"
The drawing room window was open
and heard taxi drive up as she fin
ished speaking.
Not tomorrow, because / am going
out to tea," said a girlish voice, but
Thursday If you like"
Thanks most awfully," said a
voice, which was emphatically not a |
girls.
There she is" said Mrs. Withers.
AS she spoke the door opened, and
Myra came in. Her face was invisible
because Of her ridiculous hat, but she
shook hands with me very pleasantly
and sank on to sofa. l caught
gleam Of black silk stocking through
an unbuttoned split and noticed a
purple velvet ribbon round an uncov-
cred neck; and trembling for her.
waited for the storm to break Myra's
glance wandered round the room, and
his is how 1t broke.
Il do WISH" she said, that you
do your hair that way, moth
er. l spoke about 1t yesterday, you
Snow. And you've still got those yell
ow daisies In that vase, where, as
We told you lots of times, they look
simply awful; and"-with a quick
glance at the tablet said not an
,ther seed cake. You are madden
ng"
I'm sorry dear" said Mrs. Withers.
I'm afraid | forgot I'm really very
orry. You see, /"
rose precipitately and stammered
'ut my adieu.