The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1913-09-28

good to their parents and Is q kind OF
home-body don't specially need TO be
too pretty"
IIeen gave MIN one OF her sweetest
smiles. 'Thank you, Mr. Cunningham" :"
She said. II consider that one of the
finest compliments I've had In a long
that than, to hear you talk about my
eyes and hair. I'm glad you believe me
when I say I don't like fattery:'
s9 our cue sooI was there f91 @ us; o BUD Iosa haa
lacks. He chimed In next
Sure thing. Miss Ileen," he said; the
good-lookers don't always win out. Now,
you amt bad looking, of course-but
that's nix-cum-rous. I knew girl once
in Dubuque with face like a cocoanut
who could skin the cat twice on a hori-
zontal bar without changing. hands. Now.
a girl mil ght have the California peach
crop mashed TO a marmalade and not
be able 70 do that. I've seen-er-worse
lockers than you. Miss neen; but what
you've got Of doing things. Cool and
Wise-thats the winning way for girl.
Mr. Hinkle told me the other day you'd
never taken in lead silver dollar or
Job. Now that's the stuff for girl
that's what catches me-
Jacks got his smile, too.
THANK you. Mr.. Jacks" said Iieen
anyones being candid and not a fiat
terer: I get SO tired OF people telling
me I'm pretty. I think it is the love-
liest thing TO have friends who tell you
the truth"
Then l thought saw an expectant
look on 1leen's face as she glanced to-
ward me. 1 had wild. sudden impulse
tIful handiworls of the Great Artificer
she was the most eXquisite-that she
was flawlcss pearl cleaning pure and
serene in a setting OF black mud and
emerald prairles-that she was-a-cork-
er; and as for mine. I cared not If she
were as cruel as a serpent's tooth to
her fond parents, or If she couldn't tell
a plugged dollar from a bride buckle,
II [ might sing. chant. praise. glorify
and worship her peerless and wonderful
beauty.
But I refrained. I feared the fate of
at the crafty and discreet words OF Bud
and Jacks. No Miss Hinkle was not
one TO be beguiled by the plated silver
tongue of a flatterer. So I Joined the
ranks Of the candid and honest At
dactio
.'In all ages, Miss Hinkle." said I, an
spite Of the poetry and romance Of each,
more than beauty. Even in cleopatra.
herself, men found more charm in her
queenly mind than In her looks
We'll. 7 should think so,' said neen,
nose
'Tf may say so,'' went on, you
remind me OF Cleopatra, Miss lleen.'
'Why. my nose isn't SO long" said
she, opening her eyes wide and touch
ing that comedy feature with a dinpled
forefinger.
"Why-er-I mean" said TT mean
as 10 mental endowuents."
OH said she and then got my smile
just as Bud and Jacks had got theirs.
very ''si; very sweetly, FOR being so frank
and honest with nc, That's the way
want you TO be always. Just tell ma
plainly and truthfully what you think,
world. And now because you've been
so good TO rue. and understand SO well
how ] dislike people who do nothing but
pay me exaggerated compliments, I'll sing
and play a little for YOU"
or course. We expressed our thanks and
Joy: but We would have been better
pleased il Ileen had remained In her low
| rocking chair face to face with us and
let us gaze upon her. For she no
| Adelina Patti-not even on the farewellest
| Of the diva's farewell tours. She had d
cooling little voice like that of a turtle
dove that could almost iii the parlor when
| the windows and doors We're closed. nd
Betty not rafting the lids OF the
stove in the kitchen, She had a gamut
| that ] estimate at about eight inches on
| the piano; and her runs and trllls sounded
like the clothes buhblng in your grand
mothers iron wash pot Believe that she
must have been bea utiful when ] tell you
that il sounded like music to us.
| ueens musical taste was catholic. She
would sing through a pile Of sheet music
on the left -han nd top of the piano. laying
each slaughtered composition on the
| right hand top. The next evening she
would sing from the right to the left. Her
fayorites were Mendelssohn, and Moody
and SanSey BY request she always wound
up with Sweet Violets and When the
| Leaves Begin to Turn.
When we left at. 10 o'clock the three
OF us would go down to Jacks little
wooden station and sit on the platform.
| swinging our feet and trying TO pump one
| another for CLOVIS as TO which way Miss
lneen's inclinations seemed to lean. That