The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1920-03-25
a husband. This is why:

Ckpd4ly u uASUuI0. HIS 70 Why
That day as she was returning from
her long deferred twenty minute
dairy lunch she had charged, UNI
brella down, almost full into a pretty
lady getting out OF a shiny gray Ii
nlousine. Such an unnecessarily
pretty lady, all furs and nuffles and
wells and perfumes and waved hair!
Her cheeks were pink and her se1-
preston was placid, and each of her
white gloved hands held tight to
pretty picture book child who was
wriggling with wildl excitement. One
had yellow frilly hair and one had
brown bobbed hair, and both were
quantity, Immediately. extensively
kissable. They were the kind OF
children every girl wishes she could
have set like. and hugs when she
gets a chanel. Mother and children
were making their way, under an
awning that crossed the street, to the
matinee of a fairy play.
The Libeiry Teacher smiled at the
children with more than her accus-
toned good will. and lowered her
umbrella quickly to let them pass.
The mother smiled back, smile that
changed, as the Liberty Teacher
passed, to puzzled remembrance. The
gay little family went on into the
theater and Phyllis Braithwaite hur.
ried on back to her work, trying to
think who the pretty lady could
have been. to have seemed to almost
remember her. Somebody who took
books out of the library. doubtless.
Still the pretty lady's face did not
seem to fit that conjecture, though it
still worried her by its vague famili-
arity Finally the solution came, just
as Phyllis was pulling off her rain
coat iii the dark little cloakTeofi. She
nearly dropped the coat.
eva Atkinson!" she said.
Eva Atkinson If it had
DtSH dHyDOuS elSc DuI Two.
You see. back in long ago. in the
| little leisurely windblown New Eng
| land town where Phyllis Braithwaite
had lived till she was almost 10.
| there had been principal grocer
| And Eva Atkinson had been his
daughter, not so very pretty, and not
| so very pleasant, not SO very clever
and about years older than Phyllis.
Phyllis, as she tried vainly to make
her damp straight hair go back the
way It should, remembered hearing
that Eva had married and come to
this city to live. She had never
| heard where And this had been Eva
Eva by the grace Of gold, radiantly
| complexioned, wonderfully groomed,
/ beautifully gowned, and looking "a,
/ perhaps, at most: with car and a
placid expression and heaps OF money
and pretty, clean children! The Ii
berry Teacher, severely work CARRIED
and weather draggled, jerked herself
away from the small greenish cloak
room mirror that was unkind to you
at your best.
4 She dashed down to the basement,
hurried by her usual panic stricken
twenty minute. late feeling. sAe A.4
only taken one glance at herself IN
the wiggty mirrow, but that one had
been enough for her peace Of mind
| supposing her to have had any left
before. She felt as If she wanted
to break all the mirrors in the world
like the wicked queen In the French
/ fairy tale.
4 Most people rather liked the face
4 Phyllis saw In the mirror; but t,
her own eyes. fresh from the dazzling
| vision Of that Eva Atkinson who LAT
| been dowdy and stupid IN the la
back time when 17-year-old Phyllis
was GROWN up as pretty as a pic
ture.- the tired, 25-year-old, worka
| day face In the green; glass wa
dreadful. What made her feel wors
and she entertained the though
with whimsical consciousness Of it
impairment vanity-wa that shei
had 50 much more ,EaE material tha,
Eva! And he world had given Ey
4 chance bscahse her father was ricf
And she, Phyllis, was Condemned t
pc tidy and accurate, and no more
i 5ust Because she had to earn he
flying. That face In the GREEN'S
sIass, looking Hredly back at her
She gave a little. out loud cry Of We,
ation now as she thought Of it, tw
hours later.
\ II must have looked to Eve lik
battered bisQue doll-no wonde
{ she couldn't place mel" she muttere
8. GROSSLY. l4.s
(To be Continued Next Week. &
III
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