The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1928-12-06
NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS.,
In the Old, Old
Fashion
By CLARISSA MACKIE
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swung to and fro in the couch ham,
mock on the broad piazza at the
Leslie house, Il am afraid that l am
u failure!"
Mrs. Leslie lifted her eyes from
her sewing and smiled at her charm
Ing daughter, her brows lifted in
mock wonder. "a failure? A girl
who has been a leader In her classes
ever since she went to school-who.
carried off honors at high school
graduation, and brought home hon
ors from college-my. dear little girl.
you are not failure In that way!
And as daughter-you have always
been most loving, willing, helpful"
Eve blushed and looked ashamed,
at is lovely of you to say all that,
mother, dear, because I know you
really believe it." said the girl
quickly, but In spite of all that,
don't you really think that to be truly
successful, a girl should attract the
love of some nice man."
Eyes, indeed" said Mrs. Leslie,
cheerily. Il thought you had, EVE.
How about Jim Field?"
"Oh-Jim!' exclaimed Eve rather
vaguely. Somehow, he didn't mean
anything to me, mother. Why, he
didn't even have a carl"
81 know you are fond of car"
admitted Mrs. Leslie, but l always
understood that when a girl loved
a man-his possessions did not count
so very much"
81 never cared for Jim, anyway
he was very nice boy, but he could
not dance and l did tire of him-so
when he became angry because 1
would not have him here at the house
once or twice a week, 1t was q great
relief to me- And then, of course, Phil
Briggs came along with his snappy
roadster, and we had such fun going
about, but
"But what?"
Nothing, mother, not much, only
he became such a bore after awhile
Instead of driving over to the hotel
for a beach dance or a moonlight
swim or something, he took it into
his head that he must come to see
me every week at the house here
not go anywhere at all !"
81 see," murmured Mrs. Leslie.
sand I suppose it was the same way
with John Bliss and Frank Clark and
the Kittredge boy-they all wanted to
come to the house"
"But 1 do love to drive" sighed
Eve
"Then, my dear, take the money
that Great Aunt Beulah left to you,
and buy car and get your pleasure
in that way when you feel like it."
So Eve followed her mothers adj
vice and bought car in which Eve
and her parents or her friends rode
and enjoyed themselves very much.
1t was about this time that Peter
Allen came to Rosedale to work in
his uncle's bank. He lived at Judge
Aliens house. for the judge was his
grandfather. Peter was fine young
man-college bred, as all the Aliens
of Rosedale had been, he was very
clever, and a splendid business man.
People said that the Allen bank would
eventually come to young Peter. He
was 4 tall, good looking fellow of five
and twenty, with charming manners.
The second time that he met Eve
Leslie he asked permission to call.
"Y0ur house is such honey place."
nnnfncGn1 hot
will let me come and see you"
"Of course" Eve found herself say
ing. "You will like my mother and
father-rcally, 1 can vouch for both
of them"
"Peter Allen?" asked Mrs. Leslie
"Why he must be Polly Aliens son.
We were great friends, as girls"
"What shall l do with him." begged
Eve forlornly. you know l hate to
entertain them"
Mrs. Leslie smiled. "AIost girls
are born with the instructive knOw-
edge of how to treat a young man
when he comes to see them | be-
lieye I was born with a sort of in
tuition, what do you think, Ned?'
Mr.. Leslie grinned, and lighted his
pipe. swell, l never remember hav-
ing better time than when / came
to the Tyrells house, and I thought
Evelyn, your mother here, Eve, was
the sweetest, prettiest girl l ever
saw! I'm mighty glad that l didn't
do my counting in these days, and
have to put my girl into the seat of
swift car and then go galloping all
over the county looking for some
thing to do! There was always some
thing to do at the Tyrells, eh, Evelyn"
So that night when Peter Allen
paid his first visit to the Leslie's
Old-fashioned place, he found the
great living-room bathed in soft light
from shaded lamps, and with a bright
fire on the hospitable hearth. They
played cards, they talked and told
stories, and the time passed like mag
ic. Then, Mr.. Leslie, coming home
from his lodge, brought box of ice
cream, and Mrs. Leslie had chap
pened" to make a delicious layer cake
that day, and after they had eaten,
Eve played the piano, and they sang
together.
81 hope you will invite me again."
said Peter, I'D like to bring my violin