The Monmouth inquirer., 1926-12-30
The Popular Daughter
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"dy daughter" stated the large
woman who caught her breath first in
the conversation and so got ahead of
the other ladies, my dauGL.er is SO
terribly popular that sometimes, / de-
clare, wish / had child who was
so homely that people always spoke of
her as having a lovely nature and
sweet disposition. Not that E.oise
lacks either of those attributes, but
folks generally speak of her eyelashes
or her color or something obvious
\ like thatl
Just why haven't been down sick
with nervous prostration ! don't know
sitting in my room night after night
all tense and ready to jump at the
| slightest noise because three of
Eloise's most devoted admirers insist
ed on all coming at the same time,
and you never knew whether they
were going to fly at one anothers
throats or not!
Harry would come in carrying a
box Of violets and would look with
scorn at Grenfelds box of candy
and Percy would arrive just then with
a new book of poems and turn pale
at the vision of the mundane offerings
| Of the other two. You'd although
they'd have liked chance to go homo
and catch a mite of sleep, but each
one would stick and hang, as If afraid
to leave the others In possession of
the field.
Their conversation consisted of
growls down deep in their tEloats,
and how Eloise ever stood it / can't
see She insisted it was an inspiring
situation and seemed to thrive on it,
wearing a different gown every night
and having her hair marcelled till it's
. der the roots endured it.
I" 'Eloise,' would say to her, think
of the hordes of unattractive girls sit
ting at home darning stocking simply
because they have not single beau
to dress up for = and release your
clutches on three or four of yoursi
! It's pure selfishness to corner the
market.
81 give you my word there were
tears in that child's eyes. Mother
| she said, they wouldn't leave If set
| off dynamite underneath their chairs
/ And I guess it's true When a girl is
| really fascinating all her family can
! do is to stand it. OF course, If Eloise
ate ali the candy Greenfield brought,
her face would be a sight, but her
father and enjoy 1t very much, and
l ,,r1,ov, IIorr.r,c frxxro,c oxyor.r1ar1 oil tho
vases in the house / take a bunch to
my sister, whose daughter would be
| amazed and surprised into a nervous
chill il any one SO much as picked
! her bouquet of dandelions / al
ways believe in cheering up those who
suffer. l can't do much with Perry's
book of poems, but they do weight
down things as well as make the IL
brary table look literary!
I'm only thankful that Eloise got
| rid of beau she had when she was
Is. He was 40 and a widower with
black whiskers. / always thought the
whskers were responsible for the
child's temporary fascination, because
she was ycSng enough to be expect
ing birds and things to pop out of 'em
| any minute. This Mr.. Sandmorrow
was collector of ores and rocks, and
every time he came he would bring
Eloise choice specimen weighing
pound, more or less, and you know
how careless girls are!
Her father was always stumbling
onto one in his stocking feet and
breaking a toe, and If l tried to take
down anything from closet shelf
was more than likely to get an awful
crack over the head from rock that
Eloise had tucked up there in despair
Of finding any other empty place. All
the mahogany was scratched UP from
Mr.. Sandmorrow's ore specimens, and
there was long row of them on the
mantel, making the house look like
stone mason's sample office.
but right after him Eloise had the
young man who threatened to commit
suicide and the lawyer who wanted
to read her all his briefs and her
father and in the library were COM
PEELED to listen also-so, altogether,
| we kind of forgot our troubles with
Mr.. Sandmorrow.
'Ive begged Eloise to freeze some
| of her admirers out, SO that life may
be more livable for father and myself,
but she's so tenderhearted she couldn't
hurt fly.
When I'm making so many of the
poor things unhappy, mother she
says: 4 just have to be nice to
them!"
"As l say, wish she had pug
nose or wore fat heels or some
thingi"
"You poor thing!" sympathized the
thin woman who had been turning the
heel Of a sock and hadn't wanted to
talk, anyhow. "pm glad mine are both
boysI"