The Lamar register., 1917-11-07

Copyright, 1917. by the Mcclure Newspa-
per Syndicate.)
"But she can't wait forever for him
to propose, plan for their house and
ask to have the wedding day named"
said Mrs. Cogdal. 81 believe a word
or two put In wisely might suggest the
thing to him."
"Yes, 1 know, Jennie" sighed her
daughter. the Angel, "but you promised
when Dan first began coming here that
you would not spoil Beautys prospects
with him by limiting at our poverty"
Poverty, nothlngT snorted good-na-
tured, voluble Jennie don't yos know
Howard has said dozen times that he
and Bess might have had their COM
Portable bungalow year before they
did II he had realized that five of you
were dressing on an income hardly suf-
ficient for three"
Eyes, dear, / know, and thanks to
your clever fingers, we four are still
fairly decent on that same income
hardly sufficient for three" She
patted her mothers fat hands lying
idle in her lap as she spoke. "You
know Dan isn't like Howard. Howard
had skimped along at home and, any
way, he loved Bess better"
well. doesn't Dan love Beauty, I'd
like to know7"
The Angel turned TO her. Jennie was
irritable for once In her easy-going
pleasure-lovIng life. The Angel could
not understand IT, Her mother had al
ways been 50 far from irritable and
had been so much Of a regular chum
that her girls fondly called her "Jen-
ME-" with no thought of lrreverence
or disrespect. Mother" simply didn't
ut her; she was Jennie" with a heavy
mop OF faded goldfish hair above a face
still chiIdlshly pretty and fair. But
her body didn't agree with her face,
for she was frankly fat and pudgy. Her
feet were always a trial; they were
numbers too small TO support the
weight of her body. Jennie" was sell
dom in evidence when company was
about, but her presence was always
felt. and she was referred to as often
and as fondly by all the sisters as II
she had been n seventh wonder. The
Angel regarded her severely. "Why
judging by your tone, one would think
you doubted Dams affection for
Beauty"
"Well, Beauty Is getting restless, and
that young reporter on the Star, Ted
Hammer. keeps hanging around.
Beauty must have a new dancing frOck
for the Millard's ball, and 1 don't know
where it is coming from" She sighed
heavily. Honestly, Angel, some
times feel that 1t isn't worth while to
try to catch a wealthy husband. Just
a medium one ought to satisfy even
Beauty. I doubt If she would be any
happier in a fourteen-room house than
she would be in a fOur-room one II
she loves Dan and not his money, four
rooms would be sufficient, and If she
doesn't, why forty-four wouldn't make
her happy"
The Angel laughed outright. "Why,
Jennie Cogdal, who ever heard of you
phIlosophlzing thusly-you who are
living, sunny philosophy all by your
self. Get up and don your most com
Portable bedroom slippers, and well
sally forth for stroll around the
vegetable gardenl Mayhap the sweet
spring breeze. the babbling brook and
the singing of many birds will re-
store you to your former care-free
state of mind, and"
Jennie seized her and shook her
roughly. "If It weren't for your fool
lshness and fun, the Cogdal family
would be a stale bunch of beauties"
she said.
well. Jen, If we couldn't all be
beauties, we surely needed to be fool
ish." She smiled her lmpish, crooked
smile. "There is just one good thing
about being hOmely, and that is that
one needn't worry about losing ones
beauty; and If ones complexion hap
pens to be the color of delicious weak |
tea, why, faded lavender crepe de chine |
plus a packet Of diamond dye a la |
golden brown, transforms weak-tea |
complexion into rich cream She pat !