New Ulm review., 1921-02-02
Her CHIEF AIM |.
BY osEPfiirtE S. .RR ooks..
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&ASSlCys SAOyIOA SHlL1Sls sAOSNA q ACNkiSAY
into her seat on the train, and listen.
ed with all her little, shapely ears
to the. animated flow Of talk between
i the two men in front of her,. One OF
them proved to be her old friend, Bob
Critely, the other, chief offender to
Betty's ears, was unknown to her. IS
| . Suddenly at the strangers words:
Il tell you. Bob, al girls are alike,
flippant, frivolous, yes and sense
less. ] want nothing to do with them"
Betty emitted a .h'mW OF scorn.
/ At Betty's exclamation Bob turned.
his head, and, staring astonishingly,
would have spoken, but for & an 1. up
raised finger Of warning. t5.s
Chuckling, Betty produced, pencil
and tearing leaf from her diary,
wrote rapidly. Then, after several
coughings and maneuyefs 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 Rob's lowered hand,
Bob, taking the advantage Of his
friends sudden interest in the out
door. view, read:
IF this-this man t?) Of yours is. to
make one of our week end party at.
Meta's, just nod your head and put
me in the seventh heaven Of bliss.
Rest assured he'll. get paid for de-
nouncing US; girls. Above all things
don't recognize me-
L In one second Bob's head went a
bobbing "yes." At which Betty set
tied back with a blissful sigh. s
When nearing Joyville, Meta's sum-
mer home. Betty started for the door.
Then she. audaciously innocent, re-
smained there facing the aisle. s.
It was no! avail, the stranger gave
not one feeting glance, which slight
to. her charms peeyed the fair girl. "
Not so Bob, who gave sigh Of re-
lief that he need fear no rival in his
friend. s5..s. . s,
q It. was later that evening when Betty
met the stranger, who gave no sign
that he had, ever seen the girl, lovely
vision though, she was, at the tea table.
He grew absorbed in. his partner of
the hour. .,i. ...s s.3ss
When Betty Cloyton once made up
her mind to accomplish 9 thing, it was.
sure to come to pass. Therefore, every
day she played some prank.
If she slyly overheard Paul Brent
bewailing girls nonsensieal, indecent
fashions, Betty appeared in an ex-
tremely- abbreviated skirt, and in the
most diaphanous quality Of waists. In
such garb she would 4 IWaylay the enemy
of her sex, and begin flirting outrage
ously, talking frivolously, and inter-
spersing her words with bits of slang,
until the ind difference and scorn of her
victim drove her nearly to shame
Overhearing one. evening his explo-
sive Yiewsto jazz, the audacious beau
ty suggested the forbidden dancing;
even enticing one. Of the girls to help
her ''pays Paul Brent for his; denounc-
ing their SEX @5 .,a.
It was remarkably singular that af-
ter every eseapade,, Betty's emotions
changed at bed time to a fearful con-
dition, more especially after re-
proach from Bob. 4:.& s4
One glorious day when the soft foil
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
a musical voice reached her ears,
voice repeating poetry-his voice, Paul
Brent's b Her enemy! Oh, sno-never
that.
The girls face went scarlet. In her
eagerness to punish and annoy, she
had become entangled in the tolls.
Miss, Cioyt Betty-isn't 1t time
to show our real selyes?''
Real selves? What do you mean,
Mr.. Brent?' she queried, majestically.
Il. ''Why, end this farce. It's cruel of
me. Forgive me, dear GIRL
Forgive you-77what?" she slowly
emphasized. {. .s
Betty, you know you love me-" and
the dark eyes tWinlsled roguishly.
Your conceit far surpasses. yonr iei-
ness, she scorned
y And you must know how deeply i
return your love, dear" tormented. the
man. 81 .3 .... n, Sc. II NJ,
oh, yes, deeply, by seorning; every
girls presence, and denouncing them,"
sarcastically retorted Betty. Then she
added, @My. chief aim was. to - - .s !,
Betty, dear, your aim was true,
for you hit me" beamed the irrepres-
sible Paul.
Down Topped Betty on the grass.
disgusted and speechless.
You're such q catch J; why shouldn't
r. she snapped. ..
''Why not, indeed its not 50 hard, :"
he goaded. II -. 81
sr NsAnd YOU thought FL would dor
that Its right the opposite hate
you, yeu iceberg! There" Betty's
eyes filed with misty Indignation.
Don't mind my foolish jests-I'll
confess 4 saWssit all from the first
the note to Bob, your Intentions, all =
and I vowed to- n ..
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