The log cabin Democrat., 1914-06-18
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MISE GLADYS FRAUENTHAL HIS STORY WHICH MEN
 TIONS THIS PAPER.

In recent number of Lasell Leaves. publication issued by Lasell Seminary of Boston, Mass, Miss GladS Frauenthal, student in th.t institution and a former Conway younr woman, has an interesting lit tie s,oly, in which the Log Cabin Dem, o,rat is mentioned. Miss Frau enth,, i5 the daughter of Mir. and Mrs Charles Frauenthal of Little Rocl The story follows:
 A WHITE LIE.
 ' was the morning after their quarrel. Betty Sherman, sitting by the window watching the steady downpour, felt that she never could be happy again. Why on earth, she thought, had she been so fussy, and what little imp had made her break off her engagement with Jack and go to the party with that hateful Bob Simons? Oh, dear and wasn't this a dreadful day, and didn't she just hate everybody and everything, anyway?
 But girl of Betty's type is a very strong enemy of the glooms. So it was not very long before she decided to go and see Nanny Liza as the best cure for them.
 Aftei brisk walk she at length reached Nanny Liza's. Nanny liv- ed on the outskirts of Brownsville, a suburb of one of our southern cities. Knocking at the door Betty was greeted by Nanny herself.
 ''Lawsy, Miss Betty, this ain't no kind c weather for tho likes O you to be stopping round in. Why, honey, yo might catch yo' death of cold With which words and other such ad mentions, Nanny took off Betty's coat, seated her in a rocker in front of the fire, and in less time than cat can wink it's eye, was seated opposite her and listening at her tale of woe over cups of steaming coffee.
 "Lawdy, hon, dat is bad" said Nanny, but do you want me to tell yo' story?'
 "Oh, do!' cried Betty.
 We'll said Liza, "once there was a girl named Liza, yep, dat's me. Well, dis here Liza, she was natherly the best lookin' gal in Sweet Home, an chile, all de gentlemen dey was crazy bout her. But she ain't payin' none of 'em no mind, case she was plum gene on Sam Johnson. Why, hon, dat Sam was some niggah, and he was to be married to Liza.
 "One night at dance down at what fell for Liza and de done made eyes at her. Now, Sam he didn't like dat, so he ups and tells Liza to come an go home. Now, it wouldn't have hurt dat gal to go being as how dar warn't but one mo dance anyhow, an likewise Sam not feelin' well. But bless my soul, if that gal didn't get mad an up an tole Sam as how she hated him and run off with dat other coon and married him, and honey, 1 she's been sorry," and there were real ] tears running down Mammys black | cheeks ".Oh, Lawdy, she's been so sorry evah since,' finished Nanny l Liza
 And now, honey" Nanny con- tinued, 'yo run home jus as fast as those little feet can take yo' and yo' tell Mars Jack dat yo' loves him, an how yo's mighty sorry for what yo' done And Betty went.
 Four months later, as Nanny was sitting ty the fire reading the Log Cabin Democrat she nodded her head up and down very vigorously.
 Yep, it's jes' like 1 says she said to herself "A white lie told once in a while is a mighty good thing. Why, l dar never war no Sam, an l done been happy all my natchal married life"
 With a broad chuckle, adjusting her crooked steel-rimmed glasses, she read again the following item;
 Hast night Miss Elizabeth Sher man was married to MT. Jack Val liant The ceremony" etc.