The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1918-08-30
Her Popular
Daughter
BY cEoRclANNA HORN

my daughter" stated the large
woman who caught her breath first in
the pause in conversation and SO got
ahead Of the other ladies, my daugh-
ter is so terribly popular that some
times, declare, / wish 1 had child
who was so homely that people always
spoke of her as having a lovely nature
and sweet disposition. Not that Eloise
lacks either of those attributes, but
folks generally speak of her eyelashes
or her color or something obvious like
thatl
Just why haven't been down sick
with nervous prostration don't know
sitting in my room night after night
all tense and ready to jump at the
slightest noise because three of Eloise's
most devoted admirers insisted on all
coming at the same time, and you new
er knew whether they were going to
fly at one another's threats or not
Harry would come In carrying a box
Of violets and would look with scorn at
Grenfield's box of candy-and Percy
would arrive just then with a new
book of poems and turn pale at the WIS.,
ion of the mundane offerings of the
other two. You'd although they'd
have liked a chance to go home and
catch a mite of sleep, but each one
would stick and hang, as If afraid to
leave the others In possession Of the
field.
Their conversation consisted of
growls down deep In their throats and
how Eloise ever stood 1t can't see.
She insisted 1t was IN inspiring stu
alton and seemed to thrive on 1t, wear
Ing a different gown every night and
having her hair marcelled till it's
wonder the roots endured 1t.
'Eloise,' l would say to her, think
Of the hordes of unattractive girls sit
ting at home darning stockings simply
because they have not q single beau
to dress up for-and release your
clutches on three or four Of yours
It's pure selflshness to corner the mar
ket, and I'm sure IL Mr.. Hoover finds
out you are boarding admirers as you
are something dreadful will happen
tears in that child's eyes. Mother
she said, they wouldn't leave If set
off dynamite underneath their chairs 7
And l guess it's true. When a girl is
really fascinating all her family can do
is to stand 1t. OF course, If Elolse ate
all the candy Greenfield brought, her
face would be a sight, but her father
and I enjoy 1t very much, and when
Harry's flowers overrun all the vases
In the house I take bunch to my sis
ter, whose daughter would be amazed
and surprised into nervous chill II
anyone so much as picked her a bou-
Quet of dandelions i always believe
in cheering up those who suffer. !
can't do much with Percy's books of
poems, but they do to weight down
things as well as make the library Ia.
Bile look literary!
"I'm only thankful that Eloise got
rid of beau she had when she was
eighteen. He was forty and wild
over, with black whlskers. I always
thought the whiskers were RESPONSE
BILE for the child's temporary fascina-
ton, because she was young enough
to be expecting birds and things to
pop out of 'em any minute. This Mr..
Sandmorrow was q collector Of ores
and rocks and every time he came he
would bring Eloise choice specimen
weighing a pound, more or less, and
you know how careless girls arel
'Her father was always stumbling
onto one In his stocking feet and break
ing q toe, and II tried to take down
anything from closet shelf ] was
more than likely to get an awful crack
over the head from rock that Eloise
had tucked up there in despair of find
ing any other empty place. All the
mahogany was scratched up from Mr..
Sandmorrow's ore specimens and there
was long row of them on the mantel,
making the house look like stone ma.
sons sample office.
"But right after him Eloise had the
young man who threatened to commit
suicide and the lawyer who wanted to
read her all his briefs-and her father
and in the library were compelled to
listen also-so, altogether, we kind of
forgot our troubles with Mr.. Sandmor.
row.
i've begged Elolse to freeze some
of her admirers out, SO that life may
be more livable for father and myself,
but she's 80 tenderhearted she couldn't
hurt fly.
"'When I'm making SO many Of the
poor things unhappy, mother she
says; just have to be nice to them +
"As say, wish she had pug nose
or wore fiat heels or something's
"You poor thingl" sympathized the
thin woman who had been turning the
heel of sock and hadn't wanted to
talk, anyhow. I'm glad mine are
both boysp