Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1919-09-20
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"When q Girl Marries"
by
A New, Romantic Serial Dealing With the Absorbing
Problem of Girl Wife

lady. with apple cheeks. little
brown beads for eyes. and thick.
gray hair, parted in the middle and
crowning her head in neat braids.
Her figure is scant across the chest
and rolled out a bit under her waist
of brown shot silk. She wore a
round collar of tatting, a large pink
cameo to fasten it and a black vel
vet ribbon clasp in amethysts on
each of her round, pretty white
wrists.
Severe gold-rimmed spectacles
/ that would slide down from her lit
| tie fine nose as she worked, and a
| bag from which she kept dropping
the gray wool she was knitting into
socks even at dinner. completed my
| inventory of the dearest little old
| lady I'd ever seen.
| Val seemed to adore the old
! couple, and they treated her as if
she were the apple of their eye. And
yet they were precisely of the sort of
| people whom l would have imagined
holding up their hands in puritani-
cal horror at Walls bizarre costumes
and exotic manner. But she and
they were clearly on a basis of COM
plete understanding and affection
almost more complete.
I couldn't make it out. What
/
old pair see in Val Cosby? Didn't
| they disapprove of her? They are
clearly home folks from her part
of the country. Don't they know
the story of the way Val lured Lane
from his poor crazy first wife.
| Loretta?
A question from Aunt Mollie
promised an answer to one of mine
ere long.
| "ATrS II,rr{so, so;5 ~. uo,,-
Val tells me that you amt from a
big city. either. It's wonderful how
You two girls have got on to city
ways. You got here. first, though.
Are you real careful what folks
you let our Val meet?"
The little apple-cheeked old lady
was peering at me intently, shrewd-
! ly over her glasses. And out of the
! tail of my eye 1 could see her hus-
band watching her with admiring
! approval as he sat tilted back in a
| Sheraton chair, smoking with an
accustomed air the sort of cigar
which come wrapped in silver foil
and doesn't come less than two for
a dollar.
Vail knows all the people I do
now, Mrs. Pettingill. Probably
you'll meet them if you stay here
for real visit Then you can see
lOr EourSelf. I've an idea your re
an excellent judge of human nature,
Mrs. Pettingill.' l said. with what I
hoped was tact. for I found myself
wanting this little old lady to like
me.
| Mercy, child. call me Aunt Mol
lie! You're our Vars friend, and
that makes US feel kinda kim" she
said briskly. turning the heel in
tently, and then resuming the
/ thread Of our conversation well,
now, I met one friend-or rather
acquaintance of Vars I didn't
| think was such great shakes. Is
she a lady friend of yours, too,
Miss Mason, Miss Evelyn Mason by
name?"
She's no friend of mine," re-
piled, and the words burst out more
! emphatically than 1 realized until
| they were spoken.
| Il knew it," said Uncle Ned, ris-
! ing and coming over to shake my
hand as if he had decided that 1
was worth knowing. Then he
| turned to the little old wife with
courtly dignity. May I speak my
| piece, MAJ"
| Go on, Neddie," she smiled, look
| ing up from the stocking heel to
| flash him a glance of affection and
understanding that was like a bene-
| diction.
II take it we're all friends" he
said, and the compelling glance of
his keen eyes would probably have