The Grenada sentinel. [volume] (Grenada, Miss.) 1868-1955, 1915-12-10

nhSc' dHu Wuiic tucy COuNeTSeu,
about life at the isthmus, to
which he was soon to return, Lance
was studying Betty closely, trying t
some likeness to the unaffected
girl of the portrait upstairs in Jacks
room. ,
And Betty? Beneath her masquer-
ade of paint and powder and her
mothers pearl necklace, she was rag
ing at herself. Never had she been so
attracted to any man as to Lance
Freeman, and she read only amused
contempt in his steady glance. She
had always been used to the unquali-
ned admiration Of her brothers
friends, and Lance was his most par
ticular chum. She was ready to cry
with vexation when the meal was
over.
Why, she asked herself, had she
taken 1t into her silly head to fiout
a plain man who hated powder and
paint on his woman folks? Why
blame him because he wanted them
to be as fresh and clean skinned as
himself-as frank and unassuming as
he was?
And naturally Betty was all these
things herself. Therein lay the trag-
edy.
In the drawing room Isabella played
and sang for them, and presently
Lance asked Betty to show him Mr..
Fenby's famous collection of orchids.
Among the orchids in the %conserva-
tory, he told her about the beautiful
black orchid which he had seen in
one of the jungle swamps of the
isthmus and how he could go to the
som chung.
Perhaps your father would like one
i will try to get some and send them
up by a trusty messenger he Of
fered.
Betty agreed that her father would
be delighted, and then followed a de-
lightful half hour during which she
animatedly told him how her father
had acquired many of his specimens.
and she displayed such a knowledge
of the subject and so entirely forgot
the part she was playing that Lance
found his heart slipping from his
keeping.
They were standing near the foun-
tain and Betty was dipping her
fingers in the water, where goldfish
darted to and fro.
Lance regarded her thoughtfully.
I'm wondering why you took the trou-
BILE to disguise yourself under the
paint and powder of a circus woman,
he remarked %curiously.
Sir" thrilled Betty, trying to with
er him with a glance, but crumpline
miserably beneath bis scorn. She
tried to hate him for his brutal frank
ness, his lack of polish. please take
me back to my brother"
in a moment" he agreed gruffly.
Il was hoping you'd wash YOU
face frst!r he blurted out.
Wash my face?" stammered Betty
He nodded and gave her a snow!
handkerchief. please, do" he urged
but it sounded like a command. ant
Betty, having met her master, meekl.
obeyed.
She held a corner of the handker
chief under the fountain spray an
scrubbed the paint and powder from
face and lips and brows. When sh'
had emerged, her perfect skin, PIN
and blooming from the friction, sh
looked demurely at him.
"Well?' she smiled.
And please fluff out your hair tn
way it is in that lovely picture
Jacks room. There! You don't loo
30 confoundedly sophisticated. Than
YOU. Miss Betty, you are a brick h
ended enthusiastically, as she r.
moved the earrings.
"A brick" dimpled Betty, as b
tucked the damp and smeared han'
kerchief in his pocket.
When they returned to the draw
ing room Isabella was telling JAG
a story that brought reluctant mirt
| in it's train.
Here comes the little imp nov
J he murmured, as she entered wit
Lance. We'll, Betty, I'm glad you'N
emerged from your war paint I
ended in a burst OF brotherly fran
ness. Where did you raise that blat
satin horror
Cousin Daisy left it here last yea
isn't it awful?" she confided.
Hours later, in her W room, BIZ
ty dropped her newly-purchased rou
pots into the waste-paper basket. TIT
d she relapsed into dreamy inactivity
g oh, most adorable of men," s.
sighed at last. I'm SO glad y
don't like paint and powder co
n bined with pearls detest EN- n
s self-and ever If I did like them
u would-but, mo- shall no t
n ever you'-nodding at her adorat
s blushing reflection in the glass
It what | am thinking about now!"
s. No Self-Starter.