The Butler County press. [volume] (Hamilton, Ohio) 1900-1946, 1928-11-30
In the Old, I'D
Fashion
BY CLARISSA MACKIE
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lV1 little impatently, as she
swung to and fro In the couch ham
mock on the broad piazza at the
Leslie house, Il am afraid that ] am
u failure" J"
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 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,
"It is lovely of you to say all that.
mother, dear, because 1 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, girl should attract the
love of some nice man?"
Yes, indeed" said Mrs Leslie,
cheerily. Il thought you had, Evie.
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 carr
II know you are fond OF q car"
admitted Mrs Leslie, but l always
understood that when a girl loved
man-his possessions did not count
SO very much"
II never cared for Jim, anyway
he was very nice boy, but he could
not dance and | did tire of him-so
when he became angry because |
would not have him here at the house
once or twice a week, 1t was a 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 bore after awhile
Instead Of driving over to the hotel
for a beach dance or d 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 ali !"
II see," murmured Mrs. Leslie.
And | suppose 1t was the same way
with John Bliss and Frank Clark and
the kitredge boy-they all wanted to
come to the house"
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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 ad-
vice and bought q 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 tall, good looking fellow of five
and twenty, with charming manners.
The second time that he met Eve
Leslie he asked permission TO call
Your house is such a honey place."
he confessed, II am hoping that you
will let me come and see you"
"Of course" Eve found herself say
Ing. You will like my mother and
father-really, / can voueh for both
of them!"
Peter Allen?" asked Mrs Leslie.
"Why he must be Polly Aliens son.
We were great friends, as girls"
What shall / do with him?" begged
Eve forlorny. You know l hate to
entertain them"
Mrs. Leslie smiled. "Most girls
are born with the instructive knowl-
edge of how to treat a young man
when he comes to see them. | be-
lieve | was born with a sort of In
tuition, what do you think Ned?"
Mr. Leslie grinned, and lighted his
Il
Ing better time than when | came
to the Tyrells house, and | thought
Evelyn, your mother here, Eve, was
the sweetest, prettieSt girl | ever
saw I'm mighty glad that | didn't
do my courting 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 Lesie's
old-fushioned place, he found the
great living-roo bathed in soft light
| from shaded lamps, and with bright
fire on the hospitable hearth. They
played cards, they talked and told
| stories, and the time passed like mag
| ic. Ther, Mr. Leslie, coming home
cream, and Mrs. Leslie had hap
pened' to make delicious layer cake
| that day, and after they had eaten,
| Eve played the piano, and they sang
| together
| Il hope you will invite me again,
said Peter, "Pd like to bring my violin
| over"
| "Oh, you must come cried Eve
swiftly, happier than she had ever
| been before. SO, In the old, old way
OF a man wooing maid, Eve Leslie
was wooed and won by Peter Allen.
| but the amusing item to Mrs Leslie