The Watertown weekly leader. [volume] (Watertown, Jefferson County, Wis.) 1912-1917, 1914-11-10

the smallest atom NIllIIllIlu
of it, at least 4buUVU
enough to get me
through tonight. MVylN
Here l am,
grown woman with a brand new A. B.
dangling at my scalp belt and to save
my soul l don't know whether l care
more for Jimmy Welting or Don Cum
bingham. They have both proposed,
and auntie knows it, moreover, she
says 1t is perfectly disgraceful the way
I've kept both those adorable boys
auntie's own words, mind you'-Theo-
dora was addressing herself to the
mountains.
Il know Jimmy sent these red
roses; they make me think of him.
But al the same time, these Killarneys
are beauties, too, and / do love pink
roses +" Into the center of the exquis-
lite flowers went Theodora's face.
"Botheration," she exclaimed an
grily, why must my night be pes
tered with these two who have been
with me the whole blessed day? Now,
l have their pesky flowers to choose
between" No cards had come with
the two corsages, but intuitively Theo
dora had attributed each to the proper
sender
IF l wear the red roses Jimmy will
be camping on my trail the entire
blessed evening and if l wear the
Killarneys Don will come to me the
very first thing with that almost pos.
sessive smile he wears when I've been
unusually nice to him before Jimmy's
very eyes. I know what I'll do I'll
wear part Of each corsage. That will
keep the boys guessing"
She pinned the roses to her girdle.
Mercy" she exclaimed, what a
combination! But I'll wear it any.
way. do hope auntie and the rest
OF the chaperon brigade won't think
I'm quite out of my mind
And catching up a bespangled scarf
that Jimmy had once compared to
diamCnd-studded cloud, Theodore, to
use her own expression, collected aun-
tie, and the two made their way to
the veranda outside the large living
room, where the orchestra was play
ing the first waltz. A masculine form,
evidently on the lookout, approached
at once.
May l have the first dance, Ted
dy?' asked Donald Cunningham.
Surely said Teddy, looking up at
him with her, sweetest smile. why
not?' she asked herself I'm wear
ing his roses as well as Jim's."
II do hope it will be Donald Cum
bingham. His mother was a Van
Courtney" auntie said to herself as
she watched her niece Of medium
height, slender and the possessor of
heavy black hair above gray eyes
yelled with long black lashes, and a
complexion that was the despair of
the girls her own age and the envy
of those who had passed farther on
life's pathway, Theodore was worthy
Of any ones attention. Suddenly
auntie spied Teddys corsage, in sharp
contrast to the white chiffon frock.
Good gracious she exclaimed
aghast, what ever possessed the
child?" Quite overcome, she sank
into the nearest rocking chair.
In the meantime the wearer Of the
red and pink roses was blissfully un-
conscious of her relatives consterna-
ton. Teddy was having the time of
her life-with only one thing to mar
the pleasure of being the belle of
the hop. Jimmy had taken only one
dance to Don's eight. Not that Teddy
was lacking In partners, but she
wondered not a little at the unusual
ness of it all and down in her heart
of hearts were the Goals of rebel
lion.
wish l hadn't worn his roses"
she was thinking and at this juno
ture the ever self-possessed Jimmy
put in an appearance.
MY dance, 1 think, Teddy But
suppose we sit or rather walk it
out. The stars are glorious So is
the moon"
Cut under that same moon, down a
path that was sufficiently outlined
with trees to afford some privacy, a
man took girls hand between his
own, and in voice that trembled
just a little, said:
Teddy, dear, you are wearing my
fowers tonight and doesn't that
mean that you care little and that
there is some hope for me?"
Was it the moon? Or was it Jimmy?
Teddy's resolve went glimmering and
Jim had won.
One night on their honeymoon,
Teddy asked, apropos of various
things:
Jimmy, suppose 1 had worn the
pink roses that night?"
wouldn't have mattered in the
least, DEAR" replied Jimmy between
cigar puffs. II sent those. too"