The Lexington intelligencer. [volume] (Lexington, Mo.) 1901-1949, 1918-10-25
BEING
CLEVER
gAO
BY HiLDA MORRIS

ing aunt. who taught her the alphabet,
to her sociology professor in the uni
yersity. She was pretty, too, or rather,
MS her butterfly cousin. Kate, once re-
marked, "shc would be- stunning If
she'd give herself half n chance" That
was the trouble with Emily. In any
save intellectual directions she never
gave herself half a chance. She had
never felt the slightest interest I'm boys
and men except as teachers and hui
man beings with Worthwhile minds.
At twenty-five Emily was that anon.
aIy among |womauklnd, n girl who had
never had any sort Of love affair.
True. there had been one or two young
men in her classes who would have
liked 10 go further than mere acquaint-
auce. but Emily had never given them
lhe slightest encouragement.
When she went TO visit Kate last
summer it was not because She wished
TO share in the social life Of which
KATE formed So capricious a part. but
simplv because She thought that Rates
home in a small town would be a good,
ouiet place where she could work on
her thesis undlsturbed.
Uovayer Emily was mistaken.
Thora wns NOT an evening when the
veronda was not filled with gay youth
come TO $ the time. or there was not
a dance at the club. a party or a play.
The davs were lust as full; tennis,
"joy rides" with n of Rates ridicu.
Ious boys, picnics, teas-in short Emily
found that she would have to state her
purpose i'm life quite fatty and ask
KATE TO count her out. So she sat in
her room one afternoon, trying to con.
centrote IN q thick volume with Il for.
mldable title. while the sounds Of gay
voices drifted up to her from the We
randi below.
Kate was there. of course, and two
or three other girls. Also two young
men who should, thought Emily, have
been in better business. There was
something quite demoralizing about
the sound Of their apparent pleasure,
Emily found it hard to work. Not that
she envied them, rather she felt sorry
for them, poor frivolous things! She
closed her book and sat with her eyes
y ON space, thinking absently.
"Where'S your cousin?" she heard
one Of the men ask suddenly.
'TmlIv? oh. she's bonlng over heI
old books. at least she said she wa.
* going TO-"
le poor thingr" commented anOthe
Il girl. 81 feel sorry for her. Just becaus
o., she isn't attractive and popular / sup
90 pose she has to be intellectual. ]
N must be an awful strain"
81 should say So" spoke up a thir,
or girl. az felt awfully sorry for her tn
other night at that picnic. Eyerybod.
else paired off and had a good time
She looked awfully lonesome"
swell" there was a shrug in Kate
lis voice. ave done my best. l can't hel
a. il II she isn't popular. Besides, Thin.
a. she really likes to study. You can
~ do ANYTHING for a girl like that"
IL Emily felt her face burn scarlet. s
We they were sorry for herl Sorry fc
ty her! Why, she had thought the pit
no all on her W side. How dare
they?
The voices below were rumbllng ol
'te "They say Grant Sturgis Is comm
Id home next week. l haven't seen hil
nd for years, but they say he is perfect
use stunning and an awful heart-smashe
70, There's some one to set your cap 70
' Kate. He has loads and loads I
lg' money"
II was right then, in anger and II
spirit of revenge, that Emily conceive
her remarkable plan. To think was
act with Emily, and she los- no tin
in writing orders in to various eli
stores. Within a few days mysteriol
~ boxes began to arrive for her, the co
ing tents of which she Kept secret.
ian Kate wondered about them It w.
uf- without a great deal of interest, Boo.
no doubt, or some more Of those il
possible tailored skirts and fat-heel
.oc- shoes that Emily always wore.
There was To be an informal dan
nj fine Country club one evening
week later. Rather to Rates surpri.
a. Emily soid that She thought she shou
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