The Bolivar County Democrat. (Rosedale, Miss.) 1887-1969, 1922-11-18
THE WINNING
BY HAZEL v. PARIS

you've done, from singing sodas in
Hickey's to stitching mems shirts in
that horrible sweatshop. She'll send,
you home as sure as shooting"
Jean screwed up her tiny red mouth
and went on puckering.
She'll send you home," warned her
roommate.
"Oh, no, she won't. When she sees
my article in the Woman's Journal
she'll come around. Oh, Bess, can't
you just hear her?' And Bess minced
across the room, mimicking Dean
Wright.
Eyes, Miss Cosgrove Is one of our
sociology students. We are quite
proud Of her record. Yes, oh, yes,
she actually did it-secured a position
as maid in home, and then wrote Of
her experiences. We are indeed proud
of her interest in the practical side Of
her work. Then she broke off sud-
denly. "Of course I'll go.'
The next morning when the 1910
train pulled out of Gorham it carried
an excited girl.
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so you have never been In service
before?" said Mrs. Beverly Smythe, as
she surveyed the slim, neatly-clad girl
before her.
But she got no further. "Oh, I'll be
sure to please, Mrs. Smythe. I'm very
quick and willing"
And co Toop toolys hoy. nloCo IN th0
Smythe household. Everyone liked
her.
At the end of the second month. Bev-
/ erly Smythe, Jr., came to Willowdale
to spend the remaining weeks Of his
college vacation.
"Who Is site, motherT he asked, as
Jean went out that first luncheon to
bring in the salad.
Beverly Mrs. Smythe raised her
carefully pulled eyebrows.
"Why, mother?" in mock astonish-
ment. "She's the prettiest one you've
had. Gee, what a peacherino
And Mrs Smythe sighed.
Several days later, as Jean was CON-
Ing downstairs with heavy bowl OF
flowers, she slipped on a rug. Crash
AS she scrambled to her feet she was
aware Of some one looking over the
banister. mot hurt, Jean?"
Then Beverly Smythe, Jr., stood be
side her. "Oh, Jean, what pretty
curl" And he leaned over and kissed
the back of her neck.
"Oh, you BRUTE" She flew up the
stairs, threw her clothes into a trunk,
wrote a hasty note to Mrs. Beverly
Smythe. and fled.
It wis a month later that Tom Rich
ards called up Jean. "Say, Jean, dated
for tonight? Got friend here from
Watertown Want you to meet him.
Can't you and Bess come in to the club
dancer
And so that evening Jean and Bess
waited in the dormitory reception
room. "Wonder what Toms friends
like, Jean?"
"Oh, don't know. Didn't even ask
his name, Bess."
"Jean, what's come over you? Ever
since you've been back you've been
cross as a bear. believe you fell In
love with good-looking chauffeur this
summer"
| "Oh "
Just then Tom and his friend were
announced. AS Jean looked up at
Toms friend, she colored crimson.
"Jean, 1 want to"
"Pm very glad to meet Mr.. Smythe.
"Why -" Then as he became
aware Of the iciness Of her tone, Bev-
erly Smith, Jr., stiffened up and mum
bled something in acknowledgment OF
the introduction.
Several months later Beverly
Smythe, Jr., led his unbeaten eleven to
an overwhelming victory. AS he came
into the theater where his college
mates we're venting their superfiuous
energy they arose and cheered.
The pretty girl in his box frowned.
WHY should Beverly Smythe always In
trude where she was? Why should her
friends conspire to throw them to-
gether? She acknowledged his formal
greeting with curt nod.
The evening wore on. The play
seemed interminably long. The atten-
ton that the presence Of Smythe IN
the box caused was exceedingly annoy
ing.
AS they drove home through the
street crowded with revelers Jean was
silent and thoughtful. Suddenly
Smythe leaned forward. "Jean, can
you ever forgive me?'
She stared into the crowd.
"Jean," he pleaded.
Then she turned suddenly. "Oh, why
did Won do it? 1t was cowardly. You
knew you had me at disadvantage
"It was cowardly But, Jean, 1t made
me wild to see you there. You see
Jean. I knew you. I saw you at last
wears game with Tom, but you didn't
remember. I knew If I made you an
CRY, you'd leave
..What are you wearing, Jean?' Bess
asked next morning as she saw some
thing shining on JEANS blouse.
"What? Oh, 'Bev' Smythe's frat
min We became engaged last eve
ming"
"Oh, forgotten your handsome chaul-
feur?" laughed Bess.
mo dear, he was the chauHeur-
only he drives his own cars
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