The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1921-11-26
THE NEW
GENERATION
TED WALTERS Is,EXPECTED FOR
EASTER VACATION.
BIZ JANE PHELPS


Chapter rs.
Alone. Margaret's thoughts invari-
ably reverted to Joan. She solilo-
pulsed;
"Margaret Hayden, you have got to
make her think you are the most in
teresting person she ever met. Those
people she knows have something
about them that is different, and she
is thrilled by it. Don't ask her any
more questions, and stop worrying
about her. She is all right so far, and
am sure she will not go far wrong
! ever. But 1 want her confidence, and
want it freely. because she thinks
me one of what she calls her kind
It's rather hard to be making myse Z
over after her pattern just as I have
begun to enjoy myself, but it must be
DONE
| She asked Joan to tea. To her dis
she was glad to see Craig Forester
and the others. Mrs. Walters had
news for them. Ted was coming homo
for the Easter vacation. He would
be with them in a couple of days.
We must do everything we can to
give him a good time" Mrs. Walters
went on. You must help me, Joan"
"Of course I will. What Lovely
flowers, Mumsie. Where did you
find them?"
agreed. You were a dear to send
them" she turned to Craig Forester.
IF they please you that is pleasure
enough for me-" he returned with a
bit of old fashioned galIantry.
Joan was looking directly at him $
he answered. In fact, she had kept
an eye upon him ever since his ar
rival.
He's dead in love with Mumsie! A
blind man could see that she said to
herself as she saw the look in his
eyes when they rested upon margaret.
h ST. lac
who fingered.
why doesn't he go? Doesn't he
know he isn't wanted?" Joan fumed
inwardly.
How do you like being free and rid
l'of the trammels of college rules?" he
asked Joan.
Il like it," Joan replied. "Thers
would be no pleasure in living If one
were not perfectly free to give their
own personality expression in every
way. even as to their living surround
ings."
Il like it too, Joan. 7 love to live
here in this dear little apartment with
my nice old Hannah. l feel like a
cat that has been rubbed the right
way" Margaret broke in. sensing
Joan's disapprobation.
But your way is so conventional
1t takes all the thrills from life to live
as everyone expects you to-as they
do" Then, Il suppose you do feel
sort of different from what you did at
home in the country"
Sort of different! Margaret felt like
/ laughing aloud. She. too, was free.
She smiled at her daughter, who had
risen to go.
"Sort of different! Why. Joan. am
different I have developed my per-
sonality to a certain extent-not as
you have, Of course, for you have been
allowed your freedom until you were
old enough to decide for yourself
You have always been free. Sit down.
dear-and Craig. you run along. Joan
and / have to talk clothes, and you
would be bored to death"
Your word is law. dear lady" He
rose at once. Goodnight, joan" he
said cordially, but he kissed Mar
garet's hand.
what an old dear he is" Margaret
said when she and Joan were alone.
His manners are such relief after
the granted manners of
many men,"
Hes as old-fashioned as the hills"
Yes, he is of an older geenration.
my dear But we still like the hills
even if they are old, don't we?'
"Oh. he's just hanging around you.
trying to get you to marry him.
hate him.
Her vehemence really surprised
Margaret. Not for some time had
Joan spoken so emphatieally. 1t was
not Craig Forester whom she meant
she hated, it was any man, all men
who tried to steal her mothers affec-
tons. But Margaret ignored the
heated remark
Come, dear, we must look over my
wardrobe. There isn't time to have
a new evening gown made for you
and Janet is going to give small
dinner dance for Ted Saturday night
TITS beautiful. Mumsie!" Joan said
a few moments later as she looked at
herself in the mirror. The girlish
evening gown of blue and silver was
enormously becoming, and Margaret
hoped Ted Walters would find Joan
as irresistible as she did.
ITO be continued)