Evening star., 1922-01-22

EICESTER. . most charming old
New England county seat, has
4 q proper pride in its antiquity
and has q proper pride in Its
!. modernlty.
No organisation in Leicester. how
bver. quite equals the Women's City
Club In preserving the traditions Of the
past and yet keeping thoroughly abreast
Of the times. The first October meet
ing each year is Settlers day, and 1t
II matter Of pride that the descend :
ants Of all the original inhabitants that
can be located be present.
The second meeting Of this orgsniza-
tion 10 always Current Events afternoon.
This last year the subject was Europe
"A Dispassionate Diagnosis" with a
distinguished speaker from Boston. But
the real business Of the afternoon was
transacted over teacups and an outline
Of that would have been interesting. 1t
would have read:
subject-Leicesters new department
store.
Richard Lyons, the proprietor.
Age. (Not q day over thirty surely.(
Antscedsnts (Son Of the Lyons-he
has . chain Of neishborhood DEPART
ment stores. you know.
Prospects-Financial. q just dropped
IN out Of curiosity. His prices are un-
der Leyland's in several things But
the store is not SO well done.)
Possibilities-Social (He really Is
sood-looking and plays a good game Of
golf. Allison Hurd had him out to the
Country Club Sunday
Allison Hlrd, the Lyons advertising
manager.
Common Report. Her mother was
terribly against her taking that busi-
ness course at Simmons. Her Mary told
my DELTA that she is utterly prostrated
by Allison's accepting q position at
Lyons which, as long ss It continues to
stick to the no-chargs-account plan'
win certainly not have the patronage
Of any but the lower classes)
Doubts. Zone can't help wondering,
with . girl, whether going into business
is Just a whim or whether she reahy
means It. Especially when girl IL as
attractive as Allison.)
SuspiciousI Ut is rather significant
that she should take him to the Coun-
try Club. No, she hasn't had him up
tn the house, as yet. Mrs. Hurd Is
s,ch a stickler for family. you KNOW
and his father started as . bundle boy
and they say his mother was cash
girl)
D1cHARD Lyons bsds fair to De-
N come a parsonage In Leicester.
Allison Hurd already was; for her to
actually enter business was . picture
esoue and colorful event. AS Tor
Lyons other employees. numbering =
hundred or so, they we're merely full
filing the destinies for which an all
wise Creator had obviously designed
them. Even as democratic an organ
ixatIon as the women's Club could
not be expected to take notice OF the
going to work Of Marjorie Morse.
Nevertheless, II it was no event to
Leicester, it was to her. That same
afternoon she burst into the house
like a miniature cyclone.
"Aunt Jane! Oh, Aunt Jane!" she
called. Then as her aunt's voice came
down from above she added. Don't
como down. I'll come up"
This she did, soaring over the stairs.
BreathIess. ecstatic, italic. eyes aglow'
cheeks pink, she made the great an
Rouncement.
isn't 1t ducky,", she concluded.
"Just think! I expected to have to
study ages yet Bet the principal
says I've done SO we'll that he's sure
Ill make good. I'm going there the
first thing tomorrow morning. OF
course it isn't really certain yet.
but"
Marjorie left the sentence in the
air. while she hugged Aunt Jane.
Mercy gasped Aunt Jane. LEARN
to restrain yourself, child! Did you
wipe your feet?"
''In brush up" promised Marie,
unabashed. She knew that although
Aunt Jane was gray and gaunt and
her tongue acid, her heart was not.
"And Ill buy you a dozen specs. Oh,
I could simply dance. Come on. let's
shimmy-"
"Stop! Stop, I won't. Marjorie!"
But Marie, small ana slim though
she was, had surprising strength.
Only the slamming Of the front door
saved Aunt James last vestige of dig
nifty. Marie rushed down to greet her
father with the great news.
"wen, well!' he commented. NOW
can retire to a 1ifeof ease"
Marie, however. was busy arrang.
ing a stage setting. She swept the
center table clear and moved a chair
up to it.
"You sit there" she directed. "and
pretend it's a spiffy mahogany desk.
Then your private secretary says
"The new stenosrapher is outside.
SIR
Marie paused for breath. as he
obeyed.
"Now I come in. You must look
very critical and business-like. And
ask me lot Of questions, you
know
Can you spell cat miss?" inter-
polated her father.
"You aren't the least bit proud-or
Impressed" She accused.
ct am. Proud as Punch and i'm
pressed AS"
"The dickens" suggested Marie.
joyously, and sailed into his lap.
"Oh. say" he protested, 'if this is
what the school teaches as the proper