The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1914-11-09
A CLEAN GOOD DEED
10y MARTHA MCCULLOUGH vii
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Such a botchl And to think I've
got to wear I'll Else stay at home,
Jess mourned, looking at herself In
the spotty mirror,
II aggravated to a degree the wry-
mesa and senergi misdt Of the pink
pougseline she had on, but she kneW
IT'S yagaries OF reflection well enough
TO discount them 10 understood fairly
the result Of inexperience and pat
terms.
III there have to be poor folks, z
ehe ran on, 4 don't see why they
aren't made all humDbacked or one
eyed, or with crooked noses and pump
Kin complexionsl Then they wouldn't
care what they wore---a gunnysack
with holes would do them as well as a
court dress I-I-love clothes. |
could wear them, too, II only | had
them. And ] hoped so much--oh it's
too--tOo-- bad" breaking down there
and dropping her face in her hands.
Tears forced Themselves between
her slim, tanned fingers. At sight Of
them Lu. her sharp young sister. said
acidly; 1T does look bad enough--but
cry spots all down the front won't help
H. Shut upi Maybe folks will be 30
busy lookln' at your face your frock
WON'T matter"
u am not going~-at least, think
not" Jess said, with long, quiyering
sigh.
Lu stamped a foot. "You are goin',"
she said, imperatively This is the
last chance m have to wear your
graduatin dress the only decent
thing in the family In another month
itll be clean outgrown. unless ! take
to storyin' myself--which / won't, not
even to wear clothes
With that she ran away--out of the
house, across the back lot, and on to
the far hillside, where she knew Bent
" was sketching He came from the
clty--she had made friends with him
vagrantly--liad given him buttermilk
from the spring house. She was sure
Of bis help even before he nodded en-
phntlcally at the end OF her story, over
which he laughed heartily as 1t went
on.
I'm be there--without fall" he said.
nodding. Great schemel Young per.
son, It strikes me you're wasted on
this slow country. When Jess and
Tlmbertoes make match Of it,"
what makes you call Johnny Ed.
ward Timber-tocs? He hasn't got any
wooden lcgsl" Lu broke in eagerly.
Bontly nodded third time, saying,
Sure he hasn't; but you see his ped.
estal Is wooden--the lumber mills
that make so much money every day
they have to sit UP all night count.
ing IT,"
"And-he isn't going to marry Jess,
I'm afraid not" Lu confessed hon.
estly. you see, Mlly Kicks has been
Off to boarding school-and they give
her everything
Fate gave Jess more" Bently said,
with little half sigh. "Be easy, Eel.
low consprator. We are going to pull
all the Kinks fashion and style may
knot up out Of this true loves course"
Which was eeoteric-to say the
least. But Lu ran home radiant-and
even forgot satisfaction in her own
superlative appearance in her concern
for Jess.
At the party the contrast between
poor, pretty Jess and Milly, who had
everything, was made more than ever
acute. Jess all but shrunk under con.
sciousness OF II as they entered the
parlor together Mlly was in white
vaporous and ciinging, with roses
round the low neck and duck of a
girdle, caught with bigger roses. II
was 50 palpable folks nudged meaning.
" they stared when tall. distin.
guished.looling man, who had rather
held aloof, came suddenly forward,
caught both Jess hands and said In a
well.bred, carrying voice: my dear
Miss Wilton, you are as wicked ae
you are beautiful. Are you willing
TO do nenance for giving me so great
n shock"
"rTow?" Jess asked. bewildered. Lu.
Rt her elbow, was almost dancing with
excitement.
Bently sighed deeply. saying, 81
came here for the simple life--to es-
cape Paris--and all its works. Now
you shatter my paradise in a week.
shall see your imitators on every hand.
SO the penance shall set you is-to
sit TO me for your portrait-iust as
you are. Not a fold 10 be changed.
Think what an exhibition picture 1t
will makel I'll call II the Futurist.'
Just what you are, didn't dream
those advance styles had been sent
over--but since you have got one at
least"
He stopped there as though sud-
denly conscious how folks were hang
ing upon his words. Jess was too be-
wildered TO do more than murmur
assent, The crowd was awe stricken
by Bently's verdict and wondering
how ON earth Jess Wilton had man.
aged so to outdo and outshine all the
rest
when De,silv and Tn yvnrn outei5a