The Newport plain talk. (Newport, Tenn.) 1909-1939, 1914-03-05
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GWendolyn:
!. 1t Wasn't Hard After Jack
Broke Into the Game.
BY MARTHA COBB SANFORD.


At twenty Gwendolyn Rand was un
deniably personality to be reckoned
with.
IL don't see where you get such ways
Gwendolyn," complained her mother
"Why. at your age T.
Yes. indeed" corroborated Mr..
Rand. lat your age, Gwendolyn, your
mother had settled down-she wasn't
running around after all the young
men in the neighborhood.'
"Oh. daddy demonstrated Gwendo-
Ign. 81 think you might be little
more gallant"
swell, well, the young men weren't
all running after her. then" amended
Mr.. Rand, softening at the hurt look
In Gwendolyn's big brown eyes. But
it doesn't look well either way. l
can't understand where
Mother was brought up in a con-
vent. you remember. I'm the product
of coeducation." ventured Gwendolyn.
n M" reflected Mr.. Rand. "That
may be the reason. but the remedy is
your Aunt Abiatha."
Gwendolyn gave little gasp of ap-
prehension.
Eyes, my DEAR continued Mr.. Rand,
"your mother and | have decided to
send you down to Florida to spend the
winter with your Aunt Abiatha."
"She will teach you the things a girl
of your age ought to know. daughter y
added Gwendolyn's mother dolefully.
things which have somehow failed
to make you take an interest in"
'1n other words, I'm to be sent to a
convent! exclaimed Gwendolyn as she
swished out of the room, her head high
In air, but her eyes gistening with un-
shed tears.
Aunt Abiatha's spacious, old fashion
ed house merited kinder verdict than
Gwendolyn bestowed upon it at first
glance Once up in her cozy bedroom,
however. with its chintz covered four
poster and French windows opening
out on to little rose covered porch,
the girls heart melted in spite of her
self, and she threw both arms around
Aunt Abiatha. completely submissive
for the time being.
But after the novelty of busting.
sewing and cooking began to resolve
itself into routine Gwendolyn suddenly
baked.
"Now | know how to do all these
prosaic things. Aunt Abiatha," she ar
gued, whats the use of doing them
day after day? There are so many
real live things to do In the world.
Let's give a garden party or some
thing. Aunt Abiatha. Are there any
male inhabitants in Centerville that
we could hire to come, do you think 2"
"Gwendolyn, my dear, how you talk!
OF course there are" Aunt Abiatha
was startled into admitting. There's
young Jack Hayward for one"
whats he like?"
every thoughtful and polite" replied
Aunt Abiatha Loyalty. "He comes Of
one of our best families"
"Poor thing" muttered Gwendolyn.
what did you say. dear?"
Il asked what he does for living?"
prevaricated Gwendolyn unbIushingy.
"Why, he manages his fathers es
tate. Of course. He's a country gen.
tleman."
,"Oh," commented GwendoIyn indif-
ferently. "he must be very provin-
cial kind of person. don't think |
should like him."
well. of all things. Gwendolyn."
bristled Aunt Abiatha. "Of course
you'd like him. Every one does. I'll
ask him to call"
An afternoon or two later as Gwen.
dOlyn was reclining in the hammock
on her little porch engrossed in nov
ell she became suddenly conscious that
the front doorbell had been ringing for
some time. On the veranda below she
could hear Aunt Abiatha rocking to
and fro.
1.-THE front doorbell's ringing, Aunt
Abiatha." she called. jumping up. IF
it's that polite and thoughtful young
country gentleman please don't dis
turb me. I'm in the midst of an aw-
fully exciting love story"
A hearty masculine laugh followed
GwendOlyn's declaration.
1t aroused her curiosity. but also her
indignation, and she re-established her.
self in the hammock, determined not
to display the slightest interest, what
ever happened.
But the next thing she heard star
tled rinto sitting posture.
Nov. Aunt Abiatha, will you intro
duce us?'
Gwendolyn,. walking to the rail of
the porch, could hardly believe her
eyes. There on the roof of the veran-
da. not ten feet away from her, sat
an extremely good looking young man.
And there on the lawn stood Aunt
Abiatha, the picture of dismay and
disapproval
"Gwendolyn,' she called up, "this is
Mr.. Hayward. Jack. my niece, Miss
Rand. | never saw such goings on in
my life. Go right into your ROOM
Gwendolynv
Gwendolyn did not bulge She only
laughed and laughed until Aunt Abba
tina finally joined in.
But such triangular situation was
not over encouraging, especially since
Aunt Abiatha refused to leave her an
gle of observation. so eventually they