The Palatka news and advertiser. [volume] (Palatka, Fla.) 1908-19??, 1916-02-25
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straight brown hair to curly locks of
gold? And what chance would my
voice have against Mays? l couldn't
carry a tune in paper bag"
Don't be ridiculous, Jeanw May
scolded.
Pm not" retorted Jean "I'm be-
ing practical" And she continued,
sarcastically: "This is chance in a
thousand. One of US must capture
Perry Spaulding. Think of being
able to say, Perry Spaulding? Oh,
yes, he married my sistern 1t
would give such a tone to the family
name."
"Jean!" reproved Evelyn. "How can
your"
But Jean had vanished into the xii.
chen to rescue her jelly.
The days which followed were busy
ones indeed; trips to the dressmak-
er's, general overhauling of the old
fashioned house, and diligent delv-
ing into Perry Spaulding's books. All
of them-and he had written a good
round dozen-were brought out anG
carefully busted, and still more care.
fully studied by the anxious three.
Jean looked on in derision.
81 wish we had a pergo!a." May
would say, glancing up from high
ly descriptive passage. "He seems
particularly partial to them. And
it would be an ideal place for after
noon tea"
"We'll have to make the side porch
do" Evelyn would answer from the
china cupboard, where she was min
utely examining the company cups.
ooh, why haven't we some Wedge
wood? These are positively hope
less!" in a plaintive voice.
To- which Jean would retort with
teazing smile: GAS if he'd be able
to tell Wedgwood from crockery
while basking in your light" Then,
to May, she would add "You must
learn to sing Loeb Lomond.' l no.
tice that he quotes it in three separate
and distinct novels. It's probably :,
favorite."
"Jean!" May would admonish
won't you ever be serious?"
ooh, but l am serious" Jean would
this campaign at heart. We must
win him! 1t won't matter who does
it as long as we get him into the fam
lily. Wear your hair more loosely
Evelyn-'caught with a single tor
toise comb And let it fall down a
couple of times lin a ripping, SHIN.
mering mass 1t always does ir
books, though l can't see for the life
of me how they manage it. Anc
be languid All Perry's heroines
eve that languid type. Men, as :
,rle, prefer them. And May, YOU
must have tears in your voice as wei
as your eyes when you sing to him
His heart must be melted"
"How can your" murmured Mrs
Wilcox.
The day for the great arrival fl
nally came. Evelyn and May, II
priceless white, lowered over rea
Wedgewood on the side porch, whert
tea Yves laid in readiness for the dis
tinguished guest. The house, fluns
oren to the soft June air, was redo
lent with fragrant flowers-low jar'
Of wild roses, tell vases of daisies ant
pinks and few early sweet pea!
, on the piano. Jean, her smooth hal
dressed in the usual simple fashion
her last sa?son's dimity freshered b!
,, blue sash, surveyed the rooms Wit
satisfied smile. The parlor, wh'"'
Evelyn had pronounced a dreadful
, room. in her eyes, was far NOR
homelike and attractive than tn
, perch whose chintz pillows end wicke
toa-cart had been carefully cooie,
) from rorch in Little Miss Golden.
, Co+chin~ SIGHT of Perry's twelv
, novels living in conspicuous array Of
the reading table, Jean raised he
f.tt ard shook it mockirgly.
, "You're a perfect nuisance. Mi
: Pcmarce Maker" she exclaimed
q "And | wonder if you're worth it."
, Then, conscious of warning odol
she rushed to the kitchen to rescu
; the tea cakes which she had refuse
to trust to Maggie's peculiar care.
, "I'd better consult the girls abou
V the frceting," she murmured, afte
she had slipped the cakes from thei
. t;rps. "His Richness might turn u
e his nose at vanilla"
: Enveloped in long pinafore, he
Isr'octh hoir little awry. her nos
= "otre'ly shiny from the heat, sh
hurried toward the porch.
l. "Evelvn!' she called, approaching
a "Mav! Which do you think he'd Xix
g.. -o1mond or vanilla"
+ But on the threshold of the parlo