The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1914-11-02

through dsos tonight. AlMIl
grown woman with a brand new A. B.
dangling at my scalp belt and to save
my soul don't know whether l care
more for Jimmy Welting or Don Gun.
bingham. They have both proposed,
and auntie knows 1t, moreover, she
says it 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.
II know Jimmy sent these red
roses; they make me think Of him
But at 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,
I have their pesky flowers to choose
between" No cards had come with
the two corsages, but intuitively Theo
dora had attributed each to the prope
sender.
III wear the red roses Jimmy win
be camping on my trail the entire
blessed evening, and II I 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. l 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
combination! But I'll wear it any
way. l 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 a
diamcnd-studded cloud, Theodora 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 have the first dance. Ted.
dyf" asked Donald Cunningham.
Surely said Teddy. looking up at
him with her sweetest smile. "why
not?" she asked herself. aI'm wear.
ing his roses as we'll as Jim's."
II do hope it will be Donald Gun.
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
LIES pathway, Theodore was worthy
OF any ones attention. Suddenly
auntie spied Teddy's 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 I'M
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 little at the unusual
ness of 1t all and down in her heart
Of hearts were the Goals of rebel
lion.
Wish / hadn't worn his roses"
she was thinking. and at this juno
ture the ever self-possessed Jimmy
put in an appearance.
my dance, think, Teddy. But
suppose we sit or rather walk it
out. The stars are glorious. So is
the moon"
Out under that same moon, down a
path that was sufficiently outlined
with trees to afford some privacy, a
man took a girls hand between his
own. and in a voice that trembled
just little, said:
Teddy. dear, you are wearing my
flowers tonight and doesn't that
mean that you care a little and that
there IL some hope for me?"
Was 1t 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 I had worn the
pink roses that night"
Wouldn't have mattersd in the
least. dear" replied Jimmy between
cigar pufis. Il sent those, too"