The evening times. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1906-1914, 1914-02-14

licNe that she was growing any
Younger. Indeed. she felt a l,ang one
afternoon when Mrs. Fomeroy whis-
l'ercd TO her across the bridge table:
MY dear. what arc Q doins to
That ought to he a good syn,p-
TOM. Janet returned. sayly.
We'll. ] don't knoW-at your age.
You're pale, too. Don't o need Il
"A tonic? Why, | never felt better
in my life"
Mrs. Pomeroy sighed. That's cS-
actly What my Cousin Marian said
before she went into her last sick
ness. Do be careful. 1t pa%ys--after
forty"
Janet lost her game. She wondered
;1i'erward, when tho prize was award
cd to Mrs. Pomeroy. if that had not
been her friend intention.
However, Janet found presently
That il she kept UP with Mime June
she must Jay aside. Fer honseMorT
dragged: she had to hire help three
days instead of one each week. Some.
times she could not go out afternoons
asked her TO see DIR. Lynch She
scotfcd at her. 1t was n joy to be
able to draw her corset laccs tighter,
to give the hipless, straight up and
down effect TO her new gowns; and
yet her face troubled her. The wrin-
! kics came faster than madamc's as
slstan1 could ~electrocute them. She
was spending more money all the
time and getting less for ii. But she
WAS not willing to w that vet.
IL was .Annice VINO shattered her
Illusion. .Annice was her nineteen
NcAr-old daughter, and she w;as at
college. She came home unexpectedly
after an attack Of tonsilitis. Arriving
y, mldafternoon. just after Janet had
been doing some particularly diff cult
new stunt, she found her mother pale
II ovcrtaxed. She flung her suitcase
ono a her hat and coat another
and had Janet in her arms.
Mother. darling." she cried, in ter
Tur' YOU nc I'LL! You loo dreadfully:
Dc | look badly" painted Janet.
gu do. Oh, you must be very i'll,
mother For Janet had burst into
tears.
There followed d heart to heart
lalE; ~ which Annice learned all her
mothers secrets.
That old Junemay:.' cried Annice.
Don't You know that all her beauty
pafior business is just an excuse for
her se'iins her abominablc stuff !
snrs getting: rich off credulous
women on. mother, to think tina;
E,"';-- Why. us a wonder you aren't
dcad. -N!d the pity of it. to dive your
heaUtifui hair and rub all the colo.
out OF your dear face. And those
lloiilnlr exercises. ana the dieting, to
ROB You of ait your becoming flesh.
You wrrc II perfectly beautiful
!'"ther and lIow-noW--" .Annice's
tears rose, She clcIlched her fists,
That Old ,lunen1ay. I'd like to snatch
ner hald-iicadcd. Doesn't father
kr'ow: Didn't he suspect:'
III afraid he die" faltercd Janet,
"Eut he didn', a a%ny,nins."
Tie wouldn't. Hes too kind !
slpl'osc he's Just been waiting for
You TO come to your senses. Forgive
me, Darling, | had to say that. But,
mother. If you're al hungry as YOU
look, and | am, let's so over to Chiff-
neSs ono set some late lunch. j want
1r'ed potatoes IN pork chops and
some chocolate with whipped cream,
me doctor says I've got 10 cat a
LOT to make up the strength l lost in
mat attack. Come. mother. You
must be iusl pinins for something
good 10 cat"
"Finin-: I'm ravenous. could
cat You. Arnice. how long do YOU
my flesh" ~
On, two or three weeks, il YOU eat
ncnftH, replied Annice.
Ianet made 2 gesture as il 1inrinr
'Mne Junernay to the winds. "H1IrIS.
WI. IN ready to begin" she said.