The Morgan City daily review. (Morgan City, La.) 1916-1920, 1917-08-15
QUIET C0RINNE.
By ANNE LORlNG.
Who is that man. AliceT

"Who is that man, AliceY
"The tall one with the Frazers?'
"Yes-he's just getting ready to
drive off number one"
''That's Richard Corey. Don't you
know him?"
Il used to slightly, but he's been
away such long time he's changed q
great deal. What's he doing here?'
"Why-the Coreys have always lived
here"
81 know, but they left Bellridge to
live in New York"
eyes, but Richard has come back to
stay, and is going to operate the old
factory. with additions. Where have
all the gossip? Why. every girl within
ten miles is setting her cap straight
for him. If it weren't for JIM" Alice
looked fondly at the diamond on her
left hand, I'D look pleasant at him
myself. He's quite q catch, Corinne !"
significantly.
Il wish you wouldn't say such
things, Alice"
II like to shock you, Quakeress,"
laughed Alice. " wish you wouldn't
be so prudish."
II don't mean to be-" said Corinne
hastily. ''but it sort Of gives me the
shivers to hear people speak 80 lightly
Of marriage" ...
"Come on" said Alice. I'VE can start
now. You drive first. Mercy, that
was Z peach-almost to the first bunk
er! Now watch me fozzle the bali
and 80 six yards into the rough. No.
/ didn't, after all-it vas better than
I expected; almost up TO you"
And DO the two girls started around
the course, Alice chattefing and dub
bling the ball: Corinne quiet and con-
centrating on each play. Alice made
nine holes in 66 Corinne In 80.
Aftefwlrd, on the broad, cool piazza
Of the clubhouse, they had tea. a ka-
leidoscopic crowd in violently striped
skirts, blazing sweaters and ~ariegated
hats. Corinne alone was all in white,
from her little white sailor to her
white buckskin shoes.
Everybody, including Corinne, was
introduced to the newcomer. But af-
ter Richard Corey's friendly hand
shake and appropriate sentiment about
being very happy. indeed. to meet her
again, she retired to the corner Of
wicked divan and amused herself with
a magazine and her tea. Why try to
talk when everyone else was talking
at the top Of his, or her, lungs9
"Come on. If you've finished" said
Alice at last. " guess we'd better
start home. It's after five." So the
girls got into the roadster and depart
ed. On the way home Alice gave Co.
rhine another lecture about being SO
retiring.
Mother" said Alice at dinner. "rd
like to shake Corinne. It's her own
fault she never had a beau. She
doesn't realize that one can't be old
fashioned any more. You just have to
dress with a little bit of snap and
have a bit of dash to your manner to
get anywhere at all. don't see why
she can't see 1t. She's smart in every
other way"
That's why she doesn't do It," an
swered her father. cts because she
is smart"
ooh, I know how old people feel"
declared Alice with pout. But you
don't understand how young men have
changed. It isn't our fault that they
are different. When Corinne came out
in her new spring clothes consisting of
black sailor hat and n gray home
spun suit Jim said she was really more
conspicuous than any Of us just be-
cause she was so plain. But told
him that If she was 1t wasn't her fault.
She'd have a fit If she thought. she
was attracting any attention. But I
have a little plan, and I'm going to
help along her interests II can. No.,
I'll not tell anybody till we see how
it works, but I'm going to get busy"
Alice met Dick the next morning on
the train as she was returning from
shopping trip, and managed to sit be-
side him. Adroitly she brought the
conversation to Corinne. It seemed
ridiculously easy. Dick really seemed
anxious to talk about her.
you see, the trouble with Corinne
Is" said Alice conf1dentially, shat she
has that innocent, unsophisticated look
that rather bores one II he doesn't
know her."
Dick looked at her with interest and
WIS apparently all attention. "That's
q good start" thought Alice. make
a girl mysterious. devilish, any old
thing, and man will sit up and at
least take notice." She went on aloud
"But that's the trouble-so few people
know Corinne as I do. She's really
anything but unsophisticated. She's
blase! That's what she is r.
"What-what's oil this you are tell
n. -