Evening star., 1935-08-10
By PHYLLIS MOORE
GALLAGHER =

but sometimes think mouth ex-
presses a persons character infinitely
more. Angelica's lips are cold and
cruel and Libby Stockton's are mock
ing, icily mocking. Johns mouth
looks as If it could never utter any
thing harsh and Jennie's is as friendly
as a wet pup's!"
Mrs. Seymour returned at 4 o'clock
and knocked at Betsy's door. In a
sudden panic Betsy packed all of her
writing materials under the cretonne
coverlet on her bed, almost overturn-
ing the ink on the rag rug, and
hurried to open the door.
Her mothers slim face was flushed
from the walk from the downtown
district, her coat was damp with the
nebulous mist Of the afternoon and
the feather on her old. faded straw
hat dropped dejectedly. She had a
big store box under her arm and
she bristled Importantly into Betsy's
room.
"Darling!" she said. swapping the
string on the box. Look what I
have!"
Betsy looked, her eyes widened. Her
mother was taking out of the box
an ice-blue satin robe de style stud
ded on its tight bodice with glittering
rhinestones. 1t had an old Colonial
neckline that was made to circle
the shoulders like an oval and which
would be, Betsy saw instantly, vastly
becoming.
"Mother!" she cried. How did
you do it? How?"
Never mind!" said her mother.
Try it on, dear. Oh, do hope it
fits. Its a 16 it ought to!
I thought that if you were going to
legation reception tonight you should
have something better than the white
taffeta. When we made that dress
we didn't know you'd be going on
cruises and to dinner parties at homes
like the Travers' and to legations!"
Betsy was pale with emotion. But.
mother! You shouldn't have done
this. How did you manager"
II said" her mother scolded,
gently Never mind!"
Betsy scrambled out of her dress
and slithered into the new ice-blue
satin. Her voice was muffled beneath
the luxurious silk. She said, 1T
was John Storms room rent. wasn't
it, mother? He paid in advance.
didn't he? You bought this dress
for me with his money? Oh, you
shouldn't have done 1t! How about
the electric bill and that new dress
you really need for church-oh.
mother!"
When her small golden head came
! up through the Colonial neckline there
were tears brimming on her dark
lashes.
Her mother stood back on her fiat
heels, shaking her head, her tired
face beanling.
I'll declared" she said, awed. Fine
feathers certainly do make the bird!
I never Then words failed her.
She could see Betsy at the legation
reception tonight. And she knew III
her mothers heart that if any young
diplomat had had notion of asking
the Betsy of the white taffeta to marry
him, he would be unable to resist
her in this new ice-blue satin. That
it had cost the whole of Uohn Storms
rent and SIS besides which she had
got by pawning her watch. were the
least of the things to be considered
at time like this.
Until Raoul called for her at 10
o'clock that evening Betsy had ex-
| pected Marshall to telephone and
say that he had forgiven her. 1t
can't be that serious" she told her.
self as she bathed and powdered and
slipped into the ice-blue satin for
! the reception. L explained that
kissed John because of the way he
had been acting with Libby. I told
him that"
But Marshall didn't call.
(To be continued tomorrow)