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Show p V BEING CLEVERj) - By HILDA MORRIS i (Copyright, 191S, by the McClure Newspaper Newspa-per Syndicate.) Emily was a very cleve? girl. Every one had always said so, from her adoring ador-ing aunt, who taught her the alphabet, to her sociology professor iu the university. uni-versity. She was pretty, too, or rather, as her butterfly cousin, Kate, once remarked, re-marked, "she would be stunning if she'd give herself half a chance." That was the trouble with Emily. In any save intellectual directions she never ?ave herself half a chance. She had never felt the slightest Interest in boys and men except as teachers and human hu-man beings with worth-while minds. At twenty-two Emily was that anomaly anom-aly among womankind, a girl who had never had any sort of love affair. True, there had been one or two young men In her classes who would have liked to go farther than mere acquaintance, acquaint-ance, but Emily had never given them the slightest encouragement. When she went to visit Kate last summer It was not because she wished to share In the social life of which Kate formed so capricious a part, but simply because she thought that Kate's home in a small town would be a good, juiet place where she could work on ber thesis undisturbed. However, Emily was mistaken. There was not an evening when the veranda was not filled with gay youth sane to pass the time, or there was not a dance at the club, a party or a play. The days were just as full; tennis, ;'joy rides" with one of Kate's ridicu-ms ridicu-ms boys, picnics, teas in short Emily found that she would have to state her purpose in life quite flatly and ask Kate to count her out. So she sat in tier room one afternoon, trying to concentrate con-centrate on a thick volume with a formidable for-midable title, while the sounds of gay voices drifted up to her from the veranda ve-randa below. Kate was there, of course, and two 3r three other girls. Also two young men who should, thought Emily, have been in better business. There was something Quite demoralizing about soft hair was dressed high in a most becoming mode, her smooth cheeks were delicately flushed, the spectacles were missing, and the neck of her soft, yellow gown revealed a most bewilder-ingly bewilder-ingly lovely throat and shoulders. Her dainty feet were satin-clad, and she danced divinely. More than that, she was dancing with Grant Sturgis, and he appeared to be enjoying it ! As the evening slipped by, Kate found that Emily danced very frequently fre-quently with Grant Sturgis. Indeed, Kate herself had only one dance with him, and his conversation during that time was chiefly about her beautiful cousin. Kate decided that he was not so very handsome, after all, and if he was queer enough to be fascinated by a blue-stocking like Emily "Yes, she looks lovely tonight," Kate assented rather grudgingly. "I wish she would do It oftener. I hope she hasn't bored you talking sociology." "Sociology?" he echoed In surprise. "She hasn't, no. Does she go in for that? I judged she was a butterfly kind of girl." And Kate was too amazed to answer. an-swer. When Emily came home that night she was a very radiant and lovely Emily. Kate was waiting for her, in no very pleasant mood. "Well," was Kate's greeting, "I hope you had a good time. You got the lion of the evening all right. Why didn't you tell me you had that dress?" Emily looked at her in mild surprise. sur-prise. "It didn't occur to me," she said. "I'm sorry, Kate, if you mind because I monopolized Mr. Sturgis. After what you told me, perhaps it wasn't quite fair. But you see " "What?" "I happened to know that you all thought I was an unattractive stick, and I wanted to show you what I could do." Kate's amazed look slowly widened into an appreciative smile. "Well," she said, "I guess you showed show-ed us. Every girl there was green with envy." "And what's more," Emily went on. "I had an awfully good time. In fact Mr. Sturgis and I got so very well acquainted that I shouldn't wonder but what I may decide to marry him, as he wants me to." "Oh, Emily !" murmured Kate. "I always knew you were clever, but this . My, I guess clever people can do just about anything they want to, can't they?" ;he sound of their apparent pleasure. Emily found it hard to work. Not that she envied them, rather she felt sorry for them, poor frivolous things ! She closed her book and sat with her eyes on space, thinking absently. "Where's your cousin?" she heard one of the men ask suddenly. "Emily? Oh, she's boning over her old books, at least she said she was going to." "Poor thing!" commented another girl. "I feel sorry for her. Just because she isn't attractive and popular I suppose sup-pose she has to be intellectual. It must be an awful strain V.' I "I should say so," spoke up a third j girl. "I felt awfully sorry for her the other night at that picnic. Everybody else paired off and bad a good time. She looked awfully lonesome." "Well," there was a shrug in Kate's voice. "I've done my best. I can't help It if she isn't popular. Besides, I think the really likes to study. You can't do anything for a girl like that." Emily felt her face burn scarlet. So they were sorry for her ! Sorry for her! Why, she had thought the pity all on her own side. How dared they? The voices below were rumbling on. ! "They say Grant Sturgis Is coming ; home next week. I haven't seen him for years, but they say he is perfectly stunning and an awful heart-smasher. There's some one to set your cap for, Kate. He has loads and loads of money." j It was right then, In anger and the spirit of revenge, that Emily conceived her remarkable plan. To think was to act with Emily, and she lost no time In writing orders In to various city stores. Within a few days mysterious boxes began to arrive for her, the contents con-tents of which she kept secret. If Kate wondered about them It was without a great deal of interest. Books ! no doubt, or some more of those im- I possible tailored skirts and flat-heeled j shoes that Emily always wore. There was to be an Informal dance at the Country club one evening a week later. Bather to Kate's surprise, Emily said that fjhe thought she should like to go. "Could you get a man for me?" she asked her pretty cousin. "Oh, yes, of course. There's Emmett Brown; will he do? I'm going with Murray Jones myself, but when I get there ! I can tell you. Em, there's Just one man I want to flirt with tonight, to-night, and that's Grant Slurgis. lie's the best looking and richest man In Elmvllle, and all the girls are wild about him. 1 want to cut them out." "You doubtless will," Emily encouraged encour-aged her, with an odd little smile. Kate was so Interested In her own j dazzling toilet that she never stopped I to wonder what Emily might wear, i Indeed, sli" went off with her escort ; before Emily was ready, and did not i fee Ikt until after the j-econd dance. ,nd w hen she did see her she was not at all sure that It could he Emily. "Who's that girl over there; the' tunning one in yellow with le r hack towards in?" she asked Emmett J'.ne.'. n, with whom she was danoiuig. "Well, you ought to know; It's your own eoir'in. Slur looks mighty nice tonight, too." 1 Emily turned around Just then find : Kate giiMped. Was this Emily, of the : liorn rlioiia rl "peclaeb-n, the tight coif- fure, tie' Hal I.e. P d I oe;i? Her dark, |