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Show In a Penitent Mood By CORONA REMINGTON GIORIA BRISCOE. The folks at home would t have recognized her by that " 0t 0 for there she was known as Ilns Md 11 e big flat pear earring hat almost covered the tiny lower obe of her much exposed ears The nlase walk was new too, sort or OloKdXdhfshrh nlcknnme, so she was slight , ak en hack when all the men down at fl? i office began to call her Glory B It sounded like an exclamation, not exactly of approval. In fact, hv a certain Inflection of the voice l,ere could be a little derision put Into it. thus: Glory B.I Sometimes she wondered whether she was put-tin" put-tin" the ultra stuff across or whether wheth-er "here were still little ear marks of the country girl peeping out around the edge of her camouflage But, anyhow, she was enjoying her freedom and the big life and the occasional cigarette that made her head ache but added the finishing touch to this new Gloria to tins magnificent butterfly to whom Gladys had been only the grubby worm. It was with gnawing impatience that she waited for her first vacation vaca-tion when she might go back home and dazzle her girlhood friends with this new apparition at which the Gladys of a year before had not even hinted a promise. It was along In August when she finally got away from the hot sweltering swel-tering city. Jack Desmond, her "steady," had promised to run down for a week-end at least, and she was speeding home ahead of him to put the place in order and Instruct her family as to what to do what to say what to wear what to eat, and how to do, say, wear and eat it I It was a trying time for old man Briscoe and his wife. Mrs. Briscoe Bris-coe was not permitted to wear her comfy old gingham dresses even in the kitchen in the mornings. Every time she said with pleasant interest inter-est "-Well, I do know !" she was glared at by her daughter. The old man's easy chair on the front porch the one that sagged on one side and had the cowhide seat in it had been whisked away and his field-weary field-weary limbs were forced to seek repose in strange, unfitting chairs that refused to yield to his contour. But the thing that neaily killed Gloria was that her parents could not or would not remember not to call her Gladys. "Seems like you been Gladys so long I can't get accustomed to nothing noth-ing else," Mrs. Briscoe would apologize, apolo-gize, mopping her flushed face on her apron. Gloria sighed in despair. It was hopeless. Maybe she bad better wire Jack not to come, make up some excuse and keep him away somehow. After they were married mar-ried if they ever did marry he could adjust himself to the crude-ness crude-ness of his parents-in-law as best he could. Anyway, once married he couldn't get away so easily, but now why, they weren't even engaged. en-gaged. It would be too great a risk to have him see them now. Yet, somehow because she loved him so much she could not bring herself to forego the pleasure of seeing him. So he arrived as they bad planned on the 6:30 Saturday afternoon, bringing with him a huge box of candy and greeting Gloria with a smile that mnde her heart jump for joy. Together they walked the short distance from the station to the inviting old country home in the cool quiet of a perfect summer evening. eve-ning. As they approached he stopped and faced the girl. "Glory, I don't know how to do the square thing," he said hesitatingly. hesitat-ingly. "I like you just a lot in fact I I love you, but I'm never going to ask you to marry me; I know we couldn't be happy together. My folks are just plain country people and you'd be nshnmed of 'em and wouldn't stand for that a minute. You're so different. 1 had no business letting tnvself fall for you. Up to the last minute I fought for the courage to call this visit off, but I wanted to come so badly 1 couldn't." Suddenly he raised his head as if a load had dropped from his shoulders. "1 feel better now we understand." he said after a moment. Then Gloria put n hand on his arm and swallowed her pride as she spoke. "Jack, I'm only veneer. It Isn't very thick at that. It wouldn't be hard to scrape oft. You'll feel better bet-ter when you see dad In his old blue shirt with his suspenders holding hold-ing him together, as he puts It So we've both got parents that aren't too Stylish." Then Jack did something that quite shocked the neighbors who were all discreetly peeping out their windows to see Gladvs' new fim. 0"- .Ue SWept ''or 'slender 1 ttle figure Into his avms nn1 k , the boyish bob, and the pearl earrings, ear-rings, even the carmine lips Yes he did, right then and there. 7n''llt V.m " halofl" liu,G iinx. Jack n was I who was s-s-o nfra.d of what you', think of parents and that I forgo, " Pity to them, and was , imo'st a-ashamed to h.e you see hem And they're so lino, too. 0 , to be k-killcd." " 1 I never seen he" bcforl kh " '",d (Copyright.) |