Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-05-02

grown little sour aud disasreeable as
the years passed, taking not only her
own beauty, but the hope that Jean
might inherit il.
when she's eighteen. you'll see. Jean
will look as / did she declared.
But at eighteen Jean looked like herself.
with perhaps slight leaning toward the
general West effect She was slim. tall.
vigorous, with big brown eyes. unru!y
brown lair a sallow skin. and big
mouth The swans egg had Matched an
ugly duckling, indeed.
Its a good thing you'll have money,
Mrs. West sighed. THAT may get you
Il husband
Jean laughed. She could always laugh
at ANYTHING. Poor mother, l don't care
at all about the money. she said. Il
hope Aunt Mimi will live a good many
years to enjoy it herself The last letter
| had from her she said she was feeling
fine. She isn't so awfully old. you
know-only about sixty-eight. As for a
husband-t don't want one. The only
kind Of a girl that gets married nova
days is the kind of girl that can't take
care Of herself. I'm going to take care
of myself and you. too. I'm going to
work. I want to work hard with my
Mrs. West was Mortified. She cried.
She was always crying delicateiy, MAX
ing her eyes and nose pink
Jean graduated and had one restless
do-nothing summer at home. She wrote
to Aunt Mimi that she had planted
enough pansies to supply the town and
had disgraced her mother by wedding the
onion bed at o'clock in the afternoon.
I'D like to climb Mount Hecia or jump
over the moon. l believe | could do
both the way feel" she ended
All that summer she made plans. There
was no money for college. Nor did she
care for SO much education. A business
life did not attract her; the very thought
of teaching made her shudder. Yet she
was determined to do something. We're
getting poorer every day" she announced.
Well what of 1t? Some day you'll be
rich enough" replied Mrs. West.
Mother. you vex me whenever you
mention Aunt Minis money What do
/ want of money with my brains and
energy? l can earn my own way. All !
want is chance to do it. I'm sick of
starving on a prospect of waiting. the
way Perez and Pete and the girls are
doing. I want a little present-day cash,
and I'm going to have 1t, too.
I'm going to raise chickens And !
don't know but what we might take "a
couple of bOarders. too-schOolgirls. say.
We don't use half the house. and there's
all that land behind it, Her enthusiasm
did not actually faint away or die at her
proposition. With little help l could
raise all the vegetables we needed.
There'd be room left for the chickens.
TOO. what 90 you tllNk.
Il suppose it makes no difference what
/ think answered Mrs. West, bitterly.
But l must say l have given up all
hopes of ever making lady of you
Jean had her way. That fall she en-
tered trumphantly upon her new career
She lured two girls into accepting The
pink chamber and seats at the table. She
invested all their available funds in hens.
Even old chicken fanciers said she
showed remarkable Judgment and bust
ness ability for so young a girl.
Peter came over to look at the hOcl,
that filled the big yard. This beats my
first wife's relation he remarked
slangily. Go 1t. Jean. Good luck tt
you. l suppose you've written Aunt
Mimi about your venture What did she
saw"
To tell the truth" Jean admitted. Il
don't think she was pleased. She's rea