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Show and when her sister returned with the handsome young millionaire she was discovered sitting on a table, swinging her feet ln a fetching and Juvenile manner that was too young for anything. any-thing. This was the first time that the millionaire mil-lionaire had ever noticed her, but she looked so sweet that he fell into conversation con-versation with her while her sister went to take off her hat. "1 know how old my sister is," lisped the baby thing in an artless way, "she's 23." "How do you know?" asked the man. "Because she's been 25 for five years," said the innocent little creature. Just then the good catch her second sister has been trying to land came in the door. i "And I know something else." confided con-fided the perfect baby. "What la It?" asked the other man. "I am going to be allowed to grow up and do up my hair when my older sia-Urs sia-Urs get married, and they told me last night that they thought they would bring both of you to the proposing point before long." "Heavens!" cried the older sifters to each other In dismay us they heard these fatal words: "we must really bring her oat in society so that she will learn wharf, to say." So the younger sister made her debut the next week, and as the had acquired a permanent veneer of artless Innocence Inno-cence from having been a child so many years, she married a wealthy old man who soon died and left her a rich widow. wid-ow. Illustrated Bits. you can r.evtr be grown until at least ona of your sisters is married off, for only a millionaire can afford the luxury lux-ury of having three grown daughters at once. So be a good little girl and go back to the schoolroom, and doubtless heaven will reward your piety." Being an obedient daughter, the youngest girl did as she was bidden, and for lack of any other employment she amused herself by darning - the family stockings. This made her very sorrowful, for it hurts one to mend the holes that other people have danced in their hosiery, and. as she plied her ntedle she thought of a certain handsome hand-some young millionaire who often took the elder sister out in his motor car. "I am out of luck," she reflected, sadly, sad-ly, "for-all that I ever get is to smell the petrol and wave my hand to them l'ke a staire baby as they depart, for I am suoo&ed to be too young to recHve attentions from gentlemen. Yet who knows if there might not be something doing if I got my chance? It is true that I am not so handsome as my sisters, sis-ters, but I have observed that It is not always the good lodklng that win the matrimonial race." " The younger sister sighed, and as she did so she looked up. and, to her sur-prl?e. sur-prl?e. saw a decrepit old woman standing stand-ing before her, who accosted her In a trembling voice "My dear," said the old woman, give me food. I pray you, for I have traveled trav-eled far and am faint with hunger." "Right gladly will I. good mother." returned the younger sister, "although my fare is of the simplest, for I am doomed to live on sterilized baby foods until my elder sisters are married." After the old woman had satisfied her nppetite on malted milk and other innocuous in-nocuous viands suitable to those of tender years she turned to the girl and paid: "I am not the unfortunate creature that I seem, but your fairy godmother, who, seeing that you have a kind and benevolent heart: have come to rescue you from your sad lot. What is your trouble?" "Woe Is me," cried the girl, "for I am obliged t remain a child until my sisters sis-ters are married, and, no matter how old I get. I can never be, grown while they are single." "Very well, then," replied the fairy godmother, "do as I tell you and you shall soon have your desire. If you must be an Infant, be an infant terrible, and they will be glad to have you arrive at years of discretion so as to keep you from giving away the family secrets." "Ha!" cried the girl, "a tip to the talented tal-ented is sufficient," apd with that, after af-ter thanking her fairy- godmother, she attired herself In an infantile white muslin, with little slippers and sockies. that even a daub looks grand If it Is ln a sufficiently fine frame. "When a woman has only a little money," said this astute dame, "It is better for her to spend it for bait than it is to save It up for a rainy day. for if she can only catch a good husband she need not worry about the weather prophecies." So she bought her daughters all the clothes that were fit to wear and wherever wher-ever they went they were greeted as the real thing in style and fashion. Now, while the elder sisters were thus tearing things off in the giddy world the younger blster.was sitting at home. She was never permitted to go to anything but Sunday-school picnics and simpl affairs, where the only re-freshmenfa re-freshmenfa were weak tea and bread-and-butter sandwlche and the only tlcthea she ever possessed were made out of her sisters' castoff dresses that were cut off at the knees and buttoned up the back to give them a childish look. This was not because the mother and the elder sisters were unkind, but because be-cause It was Impossible to have threo slaughters out In society at the same r time, for this would not only have exhausted ex-hausted the family purse, but would have given a line on the oldest sister's age, so the youngest sister was kept in short dresses and made to wear pigtails, pig-tails, and was always spoken of by the others as a mere baby who did not care fbr anything but dolls and chocolate creams. The younger sister was of a sweet and amiable disposition and willing to give her elder sisters a show, and for several years after she was really grown she continued to do the infantile act with Treat patience, but when at last she perceived that it was going to be her cruel fate to remain perpetually a child she went to her mother and thus addressed her: , "I do not like, the way that you are playing favorites." she sajd. "and I want to cut this baby business and have my innings In society. I am sick of wearing short dresses with No. S ft et and ruffled pinafores over a flguro framed up to show off a decollete ball gown. I want to cut the schoolgirl business and be grown." "Alas! my child." cried the mother, "your plight la indeed a sad one, but 1 A MODERN CINDERELLA. !nce .upon a time there were three sSiters, two of whom Were beautiful . ' aid dashing your.g tYeatures. with : straight front figures, peroxide pompadours pompa-dours and the most lovely hand-made complexions Imaginable, while the third was an ordinary looking little thing who would hav been safe anywhere. any-where. The elder sistera were In society, and lived a g-ay and Joyous life at balls, parties and receptions. They also had the' most 'beautiful dresses, with laces and Jewels and long plumes, for their mother was a wise woman who knew i |