Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1920-10-13
THE DAILY NOVELETTE,
Such a Nice Girl
Nv HAZEL GRAY WOOD

"ob John, YOU know the Baldwins
,vs, on Pooasset road?" His mother
stood in the doorway wip,ns houry
hands on her big apron ,,'s,,ns VEL, ,Ss,n he'
nay yes" chimed in Johns sister Nell.
sppearing behind her mothers shoulder,
"sSe really Is, John"
"H'rn," grunted John unappreciatiye-
w. and without glancins up from the
easel upon which was S,ppeaThs ~ Dy oe, o,,
You know" continued his mother
nlsintiyely, II think II would be lovely
K we all went over this evening, SO
that you could meet her."
aNow, mother, and you, too. Nell"
and John threw down his brush, regard
less OF where its camefs hair tip might
land, right at the very start OF va
cation. l want to say I'm through with
snce @ with girls has been unfortunate
no limited darkly and to Nell's tremen-
dous delight. tHer brother had
past ,
taking him in direction quite opposite
to Pocasset road, sighed heavily. she
dId wish John wouldn't be queer" and
wasn't It queer for any healthy, gooo-
looking boy like John not to show an
a iSiss' nice girl in the neishborhooda
Nell" she called suddenly to her
daughter lets have the Baldwins and
their guest over to supper. John can't
run away, and 1t would be 80 nice ~
makes her own clothes. and all" Mrs.
Garfield was a bit weak here. to be
sure, in thinking that any man was
ever attracted to a girl because she
made her own clothes.
Several days later John. fiat on his
hn nk hpYaath ms n ho n q g.
ture, chewing a spear Of timothy anu
gazing skyward at the white clouds
racing by above the foliage, was ru-
minating over the recent competition
test had been over a design for a frieze
to bo used In decorating the new city
library and John, after turning out what
he considered the masterpiece Of his
career. had been defeated-and by .
woman. One Of those short-haired, mas.
IN topsy-turvy studios with bare floors
and rugs on the walls. Nor had his
injured pride been salved by an honor
able mention and bid for the frlexs
rom neighboring village erecting
fancy town hall
There's something wrong" he grum-
b!ed, when women can compete with
men and take the bread and butter out
Of their mouths" Whereupon he arose
and went home, with n hope In his heart
honey.
There was all OF that-and more. As
ne approached the veranda John heafu ,
v,oices--feminine voices-unknown fam
mine voices Now, why had his mother
not given him a hint that he might
have taken his supper In town
My son--Miss Everett--you know |
the Baldwins. / guess"
=, In the twinkling of an eve he found |
himself seated In the couch hammock
beside girl whom he mentally, and
~ once labeled the winner Of them |
aL' She WAS everything his fancy de- |
nanded of a woman--petite, feminine. |
low-voiced. Totally domestic, OF course |
Deftly. he plgeonholed her.
And the conversation which followed |
seemed TO prove his theory. Miss Everett |
held opinions about jelly making. reno. !
vaton of portieres, the cleaning OF |
Throughout supper, Mrs. Garfield, with |
mat detached part of her which was |
not attending to the wants of her guests, |
noted with satisfaction that John and |
Miss Everett, thoughtfully seated side |
ny side. were getting along" And after |
ne meal she continued to detain the |
older people indoors. even managing to
eeetach her romantic daughter from her
brothers. side.
Consequently. John and Helen Ever
en-, In friendly solitude out on tho dark
s,. s,ed porch, watch a cool little misty
moon descend the sky And gradually