The Delta independent., 1915-01-01
A new TYPE OF GIRL
BY LAURA kIRKMAN.

tCQpyrtGht. 1914. by the Mcclure Newspa-
Per Syndicate.)
Kenneth Grey WINGED as he passed
= group Of young people on his way
to 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
he 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 Greenvilie
Center. he had never become accus-
:omed to the spirit of mockery with
which he was treated by the town
soung people. Although he was their
Jwn age. he had not a 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 a 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 a 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 a summer guest, or
is she some ones city relative!"
At 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 a
new type OF girl-a girl who would
not-would never think Of laughing
at a man whose nails were manicured.
Would she laugh at me for pick
/ ing and choosing my words?" he won
dered, recalling the myrisds 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 a 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 had
passed. he saw that the fellow turned
in at Mrs. Hartwell's gate. Mrs. Hart.
well was a distant relative of Bob.
Not for years had he been to see her.
= Kenneth halted in the shadow of an
elm tree and listened. Plainly. he
heard Bob's voice ring out:
Good evening. Aunt Hanna,"
Aunt Hanna," repeated Kenneth,
Indignantly. "As II he ever called her
that before! He's Just trying to make
friends with that girl. He thinks
she'll go around with him just be.
cause he has money-the way all the
other girls do. Well. she's not a
Greenville Center girl. One glance at
his grimy fingernails will be enough
for her"
II was a relief to him to see, as the
week flew by. that although Bob Gran.
vile called on the summer girl every
night she never went out with him.
"She can't do any more than be po-
lite to him when he calls" he told
himself. hopefully. It's me she'll 60
out with-when meet her,"
l.. H. ia
at a church social. Quite frankly he
went up to old Mrs. Hartwell and
asked her IL the young lady would
! object to meeting him. AS he made
the formal request he heard one of the
town boys giggle and repeat his words
to one or two OF the girls.
Now. well see Sissy Grey make
an impression-with his fingernails."
came in loud tones. just as Mrs. Hart
well presented him to the girl.
The girl heard. She looked behind
her in surprise, Then, casting a swift
glance at Kenneth's hands. a light OF
understanding broke over her face;
she had grasped that his nickname
was Sissy"
After a few hurried and nervous
words, Kenneth excused himself and
left the girl. He walked swiftly from
the grounds. Up the street he few.
Binding tears stung his eyes. The
girl had been prejudiced against him
before she had had chance to Judge
OF him.
For In that light OF understandings
that had passed over her face he
thought that he had seen as well a
shadow OF derision. Perhaps she WAS
amused to see the hands OF a country
boy manicured. Perhaps he had not