The Tomahawk., 1918-09-05
BEING
CLEVER
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4 ~ f11IDA MORRIS

By HlLDA MORRIS Is
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
q lCopyright, 1918, by the Mcclure Newspa'
g. per syndicate.)
Emily,was very clever girl. Every
one had always said so, from her ador
ing aunt, who taught her the alphabet,
& to her sociology professor in the uni
I versity. She was pretty, too, or rather,
I as her butterfly cousin, Kate, once re-
marked, ''she would be stunning II
she'd give herself half a chance" That
was the trouble with Emily. In any
save intellectual directions she never
3ave herself half q chance. She had
never felt the slightest interest in boys
and men except as teachers and hu-
man beings with worthwhile minds.
AT twenty-five Emily was that anOm-
ally among womankind, 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 to 70 farther than mere acquaint-
ance, but Emily had never given them
the 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 caprlcious part, but
simply because she thought that Rates
home in small town would be good,
quiet place where she could work on
her thesis undisturbed.
@ However, Emily was mistaken.
There was not an evening when the
veranda was not filled with gay youth
come to pass the time, or there was not
a dance at the club, party or play.
The days were just as full; tennis,
'joy rides" with one Of Hates ridicu-
.lous boys, picnics, teas-in short Emily
found that she would have to state her
purpose in life quite fatty and ask
Kate to count her out. So she sat In
her room one afternoon, trying to con-
.centrate on thick volume with for
,midable title, while the sounds of gay
voices drifted up to her from the We
randa 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
on space, thinking absently.
''Where's your 'cousln?" she heard
one of the men ask suddenly.
= 'Emily? Oh. she's boning over her
old books, at least she said she was
going to-" NJ. g.. E.. ,
"Poor thing" commented another
girl. II feel sorry for her. Just because
! she isn't attractive and popular sup
pose she has to be intellectual. It
must be an awful strain !"
~ should suy So" spoke up third
girl. II felt awfully sorry for her the
.other night at that picnic. Everybody
else paired of and had good time.
She looked awfully lonesome"
SWELL" there was shrug in Rates
voice. eve done my best. I can't help
ait IL she isn't popular. Besides. I think
!. she really likes to study. You can't
,lo anything for a girl like that"
Emily felt her face burn scarlet. So
they were sorry for her! Sorry for
her! Why, she had thought the pity
s nil on her own side. How dared
, they2
The voices below were rumbling on.
"They say Grant Sturgis is coming
home next week.. I haven't seen him
for years, but they say he is perfectly
stunning and an awful heart-smasher.
There's some one to set your cap for,
Kate. He has loads and loads of
money"
It was right then, in anger and the
spirit of revenge, that Emily conceived
her remarkable plan. To think was to
act with Emily, and she lost no time
in writing orders in to various city
stores. Within few days mysterious
boxes began to arrive for her, the con-
tents of which she kept secret. II
KATE wondered about them 1t was
without a great deal Of interest. Books
no doubt, or some more of those i'm
possible tailored skirts and flat-heeled
shoes that Emily always wore.
There was to be an informal dance
at the Country club one evening
week later. Rather to Kate's surprise,
Emily said that she thought she should
like to 60. ~ a
could you get q man for met" she
asked her pretty cousin. .,.s.-
"Oh, yes, of course. There's Emmett
Brown; will he do? I'm going with
Murray Jones myself, but when get
there! can tell you, En-, there's
lust one man I want to flirt with to-