Evening Star Newspaper, November 24, 1928, Page 25

THE TVENTNG STAR. WASHINGTON, D. 0. SATURDAY. NOVEMBER 24, 1928 — THE EVENING STORY HERE THEY ARE MR ll 1*GINIS! ONE THOUSAND il of ‘en, PRINTED ON TH' BEST PAPER I CouLd Buy ! THEY'LL WHAT! You're REALLY GOING TO MANAGE GOOFY BOWERS? WELL GOOFY DOESNT KNOW ABOUT IT YeT, BUT HE SHOULD HANE SOME SHMART THATS ALL VERY WELL, | BUT 3UPPOSING GOOFY DOESNT WANT you FOR HIS MANAGER ? ALOYSIUS . P MEGINIS, MANAGER FOR WALLIAM DESHOND BOMERS Just in Time. NNE SNELL slowly propelled the lawnmower up and down the small back yard of her home. The old lawn mower creaked and chewed rather than clipped the grass. Anne loved that small yard; in fact it was the only bright spot in her life. She spent every moment her mother would let her spare from her household drudgery. keeping it closely cropped and free from stray leaves and Weexle. If Mrs. Snell, Anne's mother, had had her way, the girl would have been denied even this bit of pleasure, for Mrs. Snell was a hard task-mistress and did not approve of frivolities. To her life was a stern reality with al\\n,\'si the possibility of facing one's maker lurking just around the corner. She had brought up her daughter to shun all levity and did not approve of any- thing but the severest style in dress. She was heard again end again to say that she had no use for floating ribbons and fiying feathers, and that she did not propose that her daughter should go forth decked out in silly frumpery like a full-rigged ship to lure souls from the straight and narrow way. To Mrs. Snell life was in reality one long torture. She was little and plump, and would have been pretty and sweet if she had been allowed to wear anything but black and white checked gingham dresses made with long tight-fitting sle: and collars buttoned closely about her neck. Her hair, which showed a rebellious determination to wave and curl, was brushed straight back from her high, unpowdered forehead; her shoes were stogies, not the new-fash- joned shoes, which combine style, grace and ease, but severe,old-fashioned high, substantial footwear, which had a way of always looking old but never really wore out. To Anne there were only two things she loved, her father best of all. He was plump like herself, and would have been good-natured if his life had not been nagged out of him and he would have been generous and kind to his daughter if he had dared. Across the fence in the next yard livad Mrs. Harriet Binner, who was a lovar of flowers. She always had a yard full of bright blossoms. That day when Mrs. Binner was out in the yard at work she noticed Anne leaning against the fence that divided the Snell yard from her own. The girl was gazing with worshipful eyes at a big bed of Mrs. Binner's pansies. Mrs. Binner went up to the fence and told Anne she would be glad to give her some pansy plants if she would care to set them out. Cared to set them out! Anne's soul thrilied. To have some of those beauti- ful, velvety things right in her own yard, where she could love and tend them and daily watch them unfold and lift their funny little faces to the sun. ‘Without hesitating a moment, she ran around the fence and with face shining with happy anticipation tried to stam- mer out her thanks as Mrs. Binner pressed some pansy plants into her waiting hands. Anne thanked her and ran home fairly wild with excitement. As she reached her own back door her mother appeared. She gave the girl a scathing look and said: “I see you run over to Harriet Bin- ner’s. Ain’t you got no shame, a great big girl like you running like that for all the neighbors to see? Considering the fact that Anne was 30 it sounded funny to hear her mother speak as if she were a little unruly child, but Mrs. Snell was 100 provoked to see anything funny in her remarks. “What’s that you've got in your hands?” she asked, peering over her steel-rimmed glasses in an attempt to ree what Anne was carrying. “Weeds, T'll be bound. Now Harriet Binner can clutter up her own yard with trash if she wants to, but I won't have any of her sinful foolishness spjlling over into my yard. Keep your own dooryard clean and unspotted in the eyes of the world and then you won't have to answer for your neighbor’s wropg-doing. You throw them things en \he ashpile and get yourself in here and mop the kitch- en. You've wasted enough time out here ;acw ‘wllhom making gourself ridicu- ous.” “But, mother,” pleaded Anne with “CAP” STUBBS. almost her first show of rebellion, mayn't T set the flowers in the back of the garden? They are so beautiful they can't do any one any harm.” “There you go again,” snapped Mrs. wonder just where you and your father wonld end up—no, I don’t wonder, I know—if I wasn't here to keep a tight rein over you. Matilda Snell ever failed to do her duty by her family. You chuck them weeds on that trash-pile and get into this house—" So engrossed was Mrs. Snell with be- rating her daughter that she did not | hear the door behind her open. She was unaware of the fact that her hus- band and a tall, good-looking old wom- an were standing mute spectators to the little scene which was being enacted in her back yard. The first warning she had was when a pleasant but firm voice spoke close beside her and a hand was laid upon her shoulder. “There, there, that will do, Matilda,” sald the woman. “Let the girl have her pansies, and anything else she wants. Surely you haven't forgotten what a hand you were for flowers and fol-lols when you were a girl. Mother used to say she nmever could look out of a window in Winter or take a step in the yard in Summer without you yelling at her that she was stepping on some of your posies. I think if this is the way you act now you are carrying it a little too far, even if you think you are still taking Tevenge on Silas Courtney for running off and leaving you for Kitty Long. And he'd never have done it if it hadn’t been for that come-outer re- vival where that old fool of an exhorter had you young folks all upset over the sins of the world being found in flying ribbons and floating feathers, or was it the other way round? Let the girl have the flowers, and you, Jasper,” she said to Mr. Snell, “run along and set them out for her like a good fellow. In the meantime I'll have a little talk with my sister here. She'll feel better when I get through with her; she always did when she was a girl. And you, my dear,” she called to Anne, who stood looking on with bewildered eyes at the | meek way her mother was taking all the other woman said, “when you get your posies set out, come in and see what a lot of pretty things I have brought you.” And to her sister she y. “Come in the house, Ma- | a little settlement, and I can see there will be plenty to say. It must be all of 15 years since we squared accounts be- fore —too long, too long,” she added soberly. An hour later, when the precious pansy plants. were all safely set in the ground and Anne and her aunt were in the big guest room upstairs, and Miss Hortense had just finished hooking over Anne’s plump figure a pretty rose- colored silk, the door opened and Mrs. Snell stuck her head in the room. She gasped when she saw how her daughter | was arrayed and she opened her mouth as if to speak, but Hortense merely gave her a quick look and, taking a pin from her mouth, said: “Looks nice, don’t she, Til? When she gets decent shoes, stockings and underclothes and loosens up her hair a bit it will make a good looking rig, yes, a very good looking rig. By the way, I just saw a fine man go into the house next door. Who is he?” Mrs. Snell silently withdrew her head, but Anne, with her face crimson with blushes, which Miss Hortense seemed tokx;ead with a good deal of satisfaction, said: “That was John Binner, Aunt Hor- tense. Mrs. Binner's brother.” And Aunt Hortense silently thanked her guardian angels and the girl's also that she had come in time. ‘THE END. tCopyright, 1928.) Following the recent visit of Princess Mary to Portmuna, Ireland, where she wore a red cloche hat, all the milliners of the vicinity are swamped with orders from colleens for red cloche hats. —BY EDWINA But Ev’rything Is All Right Now!! 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