The Wisconsin tobacco reporter. (Edgerton, Wis.) 1877-1950, 1918-07-05
SAUCE FOR GANDER|
BY GERALD ST. ETlENNE.
Copyright, 1918, by the Mcclure NeWspa-
per Syndicate.)
Little puffs of powder,
Little daubs of paint,
Make Miss Stella Arnold
Look like what she amt"

Little daubs of paint,
Make Miss Stella Arnold
Look like what she amt"
Stuart McKinnOn'S cheeks burned
and his hair fairly bristled on end IS
he heard this paraphrase rhymed off,
in passing two youths On the board
walk. He stopped suddenly and looked
back, an angry CLINT in his eyes. They
were merely boys-yOungsters, wear
ing their first long trousers. He start
ed on again. 1t would have done them
| good, he thought, if he had banged
their heads together or ducked them
in the lake, but then, what good would
it have done him? 1t would only have
caused a scene and made things I'M
| pleasant afterwards, perhaps. The
taunt was worse because it was true.
Everyone knew that Stella's complex
ion was "dOctored." There was no use
denying it. Nothing irritated Stuart
more than the thought Of it. He had
spoken to her of it.
''Don't tell me you don't like it," she
| had said to Stuart as he demonstrated
with her. cts fashionable and I'm 60
ing to do it while I'm here. know
the people at home would be shocked,
but they are not here to see me-"
AS he walked to the spot where ne
| had arranged to meet Stella, Stuart
| tried to figure out some way to bring
| her to her senses. He would not quar-
| rel with her-he disliked Quarreling
with anyone, and besides Stella was
a nice little girl, despite her faults. If
he pretended that he was angry she
would be only too willing to show him
that she didn't care. She had done
that before He caught sight of her
before he was able to decide upon any
thing definite.
He could see that she was made up
as usual. He sat down beside her with
out word.
"Oh, you are here!'' she exclaimed,
as she caught sight of him.
eyes," he answered: 'Did-for the
love of Mike, what next" He jumped
to his feet and stared at her in wonder.
"Well, if you are not the happy limit -
|
next!"
| ''What is the matter with a beauty
spot?" she asked pettishly. "All the
girls are wearing them. It's the very
latest thing"
II guess it is" he gasped. eff there
was anything later than it you would
have had it before nOw.'
| II oh 1AVx
I look" Stella interrupted at last.
"Isn't it time we went in bathing?"
ct think it isl he replied as he con-
suited his watch. Il have time to go
up to the village while you get ready.
I will be back, ready for the water, be-
fore you are, though. For goodness
sake don't spend too much time primp-
ing, or the sun will have gone down
before we have a chance to enjoy it."
Stella did spend too much time
"primping," but even then she ap-
peared on the beach, in bathing cos
tune, before Stuart did. This was I'M
usual, but she excused him in her mind
because he had always been early on
former occasions. She waited nearly
ten minutes before he appeared. 1t
was her turn to gasp. Stuart's blonde
mustache had changed color.
"What have you done?" Stella cried,
excitedly. "YOu look dreadful,
| Stuartr'
''Don't say anything about it, he
cautioned. Everyone will hear you.
J. don't want them to know it is dyed.
I was tired of that blonde mustache
and it was hard to distinguish from
my lip. This one looks better, don't
you think?"
cit does mott" she declared emphat-
ically. SIT changes your appearance
completely. You look so silly, Stuart!
Whatever made you do it?'
Lets change the subject" Stuart
said, jumping to his feet. "The water
looks fine"
The water was fine. Stuart enjoyed
it from the first, bat Stella didn't seem
to enjoy it so much. She didn't want
to swim; she didn't want to get on the
| raft: she didn't seem to want to do
anything but have Stuart keep ducking
his head under the water. She seemed
| relieved when he struck out for long
swim and left her. When he returned
she had disappeared. He found her on
the beach, almost in tears.
81 stood it as long as I could,'' she
sobbed, when he appeared. "These
girls are the most hateful things in the
world. They did not do thing but
| make finn of Won after YOU had gone.
That girl in the green bathing suit
said you thought you were Charley
Chaplin. They all knew that mus
tache was dyed"
"Of course, they did," he smiled.
Everybody knows that your rosy
cheeks are covered with rouge, too.
What's the difference? It's fashion