The Leader, enterprise and press. (Fitzgerald, Ga.) 1915-1921, 1920-07-30
HER Chief AIM
BY JOSEPHINE S. BROOKS.
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Betty Cloyton settled down deeper
ed with all her little, shapely ears
| to the animated flow Of talk between
me two men in front of her. One OF
'nem proved to be her old friend. Bob
| Grizzly, the other. chief offender to
| Betty's ears, was unknown to her.
Suddenly at the strangers words !:
Il tell you. Bob, all girls are alike.
| 9ippant, frivolous. yes-and sense
less. l want nothing to do with them"
Betty emitted a "h'm!" of scorn.
At Bettys exclamation Bob turned
his head. aud. staring astonishingly.
would have spoken, but for an up
raised finger Of warning.
Chuckl-g, Betty produced a pencil
and tearing leaf from her diary,
wrote rapidly. Then, after several
cOughings and maneuvers to attract
the attention of the puzzled Bob, she
motioned to the aisle. She slipped
softly along, and under pretense Of
rescuing her handkerchief. she press
, ed the note into Bob's lowered hand.
Bob, taking the advantage Of his
frfe..i's sudden interest In the out
.oer view. read:
eff this-this man (?) of yours is to
A.ake one of our week end party at
Metals, just nod your head and put
me In the seventh heaven of bliss.
Rest assured he'll get paid for de-
bouncing as girls. Above Ill things.
don't recognize me-"
In one second Bob's head went a.
bObbing Eyes" At which Betty set
tied back with blissful sigh.
When nearing Joyville. Metals sum-
mer home. Betty started for the door.
Thea she, audacious4S innocent, re-
NAMED there facing the aisle.
1t was no avail, the stranger gave
not one f1eeting glance, which slight
TO her charms peeved the fair girl.
Not so Bob, who gave a sigh Of re-
hef that he need fear no rival in his
friend.
1t was later that evening when Betty
that he had ever seen the girl, lovely
vision though she was, Mt the tea table.
He grew absorbed In his partner Of
the hour.
When Betty Cloyton once made up
her mind to accomplish a thing, 1t was
sure to come to pass. Therefore, every
day she played some prank.
X she slyly overheard Paul Brent
bewailing girls nonsensical, indecent
fashions. Betty appeared in an ex'
treMely abbreviated skirt, and in the
NEST diaphanous quality Of waists. In
sacA garh she would waylay the enemy
Of her sex, and begin flirting outrage
ousay, talking frivol0usly, and inter
spersing her words with bits Of slang,
until the Indifference and scorn Of hef
victim drove her nearly to shame.
Overhearing one evening his explo.
stVe views Of jazz. the audaciOus beau
ty suggested the forbidden dancing:
even enticing one of the girls to help
her "pay Paul Brent for his denounc-
ing their sex"
It was remarkably singular that at.
ter every escapade, Betty's emotions
changed at bed time to a fearful con.
ditiOn. more especially after a re-
proach from Bob.
One glorious day when the soft foli-
age Of the trees barely moved, Betty
rowed up the river to a secluded spot
where she hid in the thick Of the
woods. She longed to be alone with
her strange, disturbing thoughts-un.
utterably wild thoughts.
Sounding clear ON the breezeless air
q musical voice reached her ears, a
voice repeating poetry-his voice, Paul
Brentst Her enemyl Oh, no-never
that.
The girls face went scarlet. In her
eagerneSs to punish and annoy, She
had become entangled in the tolls.
Miss CloytOn-Betty- it time
to show our real selvesr'
Real selves? What do you mean
Mr.. BrentT' she Queried, majestically
"Why, end this farce. It's Cruel al
me. Forgive me, dear girl"
Forgive you-what?" she SLOWLY
emphasized.
"Betty, you know you love me-" and
ne dark eyes twinkled roguishly.
your eonceit far surpasses your lei
AesS," she scorned.
and you must know how deeplv
return your love. DEAR" tormented tn.
man.
Oh. yes, deeply. by scorning ever,
SasS's presence, and denouncinS them.
sarcastically retorted Betty. Then sh.
added. my chief aim was to"
Betty, dear. your aim was trua
for you hit me-" beamed the irrepres
dbie Paul.
Down topped Betty GA the grass
Msgustcd and speechlew
you're such a catch; why shouldn,
II" she snapped.
"Why not, indeed-it's not 50 hard.
DO goaded.
Sand you thought IL would do
that! It's right the opposite hat,