The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1914-11-13
A new TYPE OF GIRL
BY LAURA KlRKMAN.
Copyright. 1914. by the Mcclure Newspa-
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Copyright. 1914. by the Mcclure Newspa-
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Kenneth Grey WINGED as he passed
group of young people on his way
70 prayer meeting. He knew that
their amused eyes were on his highly
polished shoes. which shone brightly
IN the glare of the street light.
spotless," he heard Jessie Dean
giggle as he passed.
He'd say immaculate corrected
another voice. mockingly.
Kenneth was glad when he reached
the church. Inside its solemn walls
ne was able to forget the derision
That stung him on every side. For.
although he had always known him.
self to be an outsider In Greenville
Center. he had never become accus.
toned to the spirit of mockery with
which he was treated by the towns
young people. Although he was their
own age, he had not friend among
them: Sissy Grey" he had been
called ever since he could remember.
On this particular night he entered
the church as he had done thousand
times before-went into his pew,
bowed his head a moment, then
raised his eyes to give one sweeping
glance around the church.
But there the similarity to his con-
duct on other nights stopped. His
sweeping glance terminated on the
slim hand Of young girl sitting in the
pew in front of him and he caught his
breath. The hand was manicured!
Kenneth stared at the strange girl.
She and he were the only two persons
In Greenville Center with manicured
hands. He felt almost relationship
+! for her.
"Who is she?" he asked himself re.
peatedly. rs she summer guest. or
is she some ones city relative?"
Al length he decided that she was
a summer guest. He had heard that
old Mrs. Hartwell intended advertis.
ing for some this summer.
Little did he hear of that sermon.
He sat through the evening as though
spellbound. Here, before him, was q
new type Of girl-a girl who would
not-would never think of laughing
at man whose nails were manicured.
Would she laugh at me for pick.
ing and choosing my words?" he won.
dered, recalling the myriads Of smiles
that his vocabulary had called forth
But this question he had no way OF
answering. He could merely sit and
look at the back Of her pretty head
until the meeting was over.
Then he followed her home. She
did come from old Mrs. Hartwell's. She
was undoubtedly summer guest.
AS the girl turned up the walk, and
he wandered on, thinking about her
he saw that Bob Granville was coming
toward him. Turning, when they hat
passed, he saw that the fellow turned
in at Mrs. Hartwell's gate. Mrs. Hart
we'll was distant relative of Bob
Not for years had he been to see her
Kenneth halted in the shadow Of al
elm tree and listened. Plainly, b,
heard Bob's voice ring out:
Good evening, Aunt Hanna!"
Aunt Hanna!" repeated Kenneth
Indignantly. "As II he ever called he
that before! He's just trying to max
friends with that girl. He think
she'll 60 around with him just be
cause he has money-the way all tn
other girls do. Well, she's not
Greenville Center girl. One glance a
his grimy fingernails will be enougl
for her"
1t was a relief to him to see, as tn
week few by, that although Bob Gran
vile called on the summer girl ever
night she never went out with him.
"She can't do any more than be pc
lite to him when he calls" he toll
himself, hopefully. TITS me she'll g
out with-when meet herr"
And at last he did meet her It wa
at a church social Quite frankly b.
went up to old Mrs. Hartwell ant
asked her If the young lady woul'
object to meeting him. As he mad
the formal request he heard one Of tn
town boys giggle and repeat his word
to one or two of the girls.
Nov, well see Sissy Grey max
an impression-withh his fingernails,
came in loud tones, just as Mrs. Hart
we'll presented him to the girl.
The girl heard. She looked behin'
her in surprise Then, casting swift
p! glance at Kenneths hands, a light o
understanding broke over her face
she had grasped that his nickname
was Sissy"
| After a few hurried and nervous
words, Kenneth excused himself ant
left the girl. He walked swiftly from
the grounds. Up the street he flew
Binding tears stung his eyes. Thu
girl had been prejudiced against hin
before she had had chance to judg'
of him.
For in that light Of understanding
that had passed over her face h
thought that he had seen as well
shadow of derision. Perhaps she was
amused to see the hands Of countr,
Inv manicured. Perhaps he had mo-