The Farmington times. (Farmington, St. Francois County, Mo.) 1905-1926, 1921-02-11
PAINT
BY VIRGINIA BAKER.

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20. 1890. by Mcclure Newspaper syndicate.)
They were Just at that stage in the
affair when other people were say
ing: "When do you suppose they'll
announce it?' and they were saying to
each other all sorts of sweet unrepeat-
able things.
But, between you and me, what he
said was really quite conservative, for
he was Scotch. Added to this native
circumspectness was an undemonstra-
tiveness fostered by a mother who
came from old New England stock. So,
because he inherited conscience and
old-fashiOned Ideas, one of the things
he had to whisper to his girl was;
"Philbie, dear wish you wouldn't
put so much Of that red stuff IN your
lips and cheeks. You really don't need
it, you know"
This was just a mild protest. But,
as Philbie had no Scotch or Puritan
blood in her veins, rather quite spir-
tied mixture of Irish and French, she
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bobbed brown curls: "How do you
known Do you know If you've ever
seen me without IT."
well, really now, as you put 1t that
way, couldn't exactly say" Angus
sided down. rather embarrassed, be-
cause he had only seen Philbie II and
half times. The half was when he
had first met her-in the paint and
varnish department of the Armstrong
Hardware company, where Angus was
clerk. Philbie had given him quite
large order for white and green and
black and red paint. She and her
mother were fixing up the little house
they had bought with part Of dear
papa's insurance money. They had
never had real home before because
they had Travelled around with papa,
who had been an animal trainer with
Buys Sinko circus.
It was this environment which was
responsible for Philberta's pernicious
practice Of rouging.
Then, as lovers always do at least
once, they quarreled. He even went
so far as to say that he didn't want
to kiss her any more If she smeared
that stuff on, because his lips never
touched hers-they just tassed that
paint ...
At first Philbie was furious. IT
guess you'll never get the chance
again. after that" she flung at him.
Angus took his cue and his hat.
But the animal training instinct, which
she had inherited from her father,
made Philble stop him when his hand
was on the knob of the screen door.
"Angus," she said II won't put II
on any more" And she meant 1t, he
cause she saw the truth in his brutal
speech. She wapted him to kiss her
now. quick!
He turned and saw her there rub
hing furiously at her lips with bit
Of handkerchief. But because he
was Scotch he did not gather her in
his arms and cover the red on the,
handkerchief ms well as her lips with
penitent kisses. as a movie lover would
have done. Oh, no. Becase he was
Scotch, he said: "You will promise
me, Philberta, never to use or have
in your possession again this disgust
ing red ointment"
Philb!e meekly promised, "Yes," be-
cause Just then he kissed her.
Phllbie was very busy finishing the
dressing up Of the little house, be-
cause, on the afternoon Of a certain
red letter day, ten of her best girl
friends were coming to tea party.
And then one day, week before
the date set for the party. Angus
called in the morning when Philbie
was not expecting him. His call was
very informal.
He almost had her In his arms, and
bent down-but he did not kiss her.
He had seen her face. There was
red blotch on each cheek.
He stared at her so long that Phil
bic asked In troubled voice. $50
early in the morning! What do you
want?" ,4 gs4,
Nothing. now" Angus cut off the
words with cold finality. Then, as an
after-regret, and with deep reproach
in his voice: "You said you wouldn't
put 1t on again"
"What?' asked Philberta. And be-
cause she looked at the can in front
of her, she put both hands to her
cheeks. Thereupon she began to laugh
an ever increasing crescendo Of CUR
giles and trills. Finally, she struck her
already slightly discolored finger into
the can before her, and with 1t she
touched each Of Angus cheeks.
That outraged gentleman had stood
in motionless amazement at her
mirth, but now he cautiously put up
one Of his own fingers to his cheek.
II felt wet and rather sticky. He
looked at his finger, smelled Of the
red smotSch, and then he, too, began
to laugh. When Scotchman finally
does see a joke on himself, he can
appreciate It.
what the deuce were you doing,
anyway Angus asked.
"oh. just trying to paint up those
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