Evening Republican, Volume 21, Number 172, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 7 August 1917 — QUIET CORINNE. [ARTICLE]

QUIET CORINNE.

By ANNE LORING.

“Who is that man, Alice?” “The tall one with the Frazers?” “Yes—he’s—just getting ready to drive off number one.” “That’s Richard Corey. Don’t you know him?” “I used to slightly, but he’s been away such a long time he’s changed a great deal. What’s he doing here?”' “Why—the Coreys have always lived here.” “I know, but they left Belirtdge to live in New York.” “Yes, but Richard has come back to stay, and is going to operate the old factory, with additions. Where have you been, Corinne, not to have heard all the gossip? Why, every girl within ten miles is setting her cap straight for him. If it weren’t for Jim,” Alice looked fondly at the diamond on her left hand, *Td look pleasant at him myself. He’s quite a catch, Corinne I” significantly. “I wish you wouldn’t say such things, Alice.” “I like to shock you, Quakeress,” laughed Alice. “I wish you wouldn’t be so prudish.” “I don’t mean to be,” said Corinne hastily, “but it sort of gives me the shivers to hear people speak so lightly ofmarriage.” “Come on,” said Alice, "we can start now. You drive first. Mercy, that was a peach—almost to bunker I Now watch me fozzle the ball and go six yards into the rough. No, I didn’t, after all—it was better than I expected; almost up to you.” And so the two girls started around the course, Alice chattering and dubbing the ball; Corinne quiet and concentrating on each play. Alice made nine holes ir. AS, Corinne in 50. Afterward, on the broad, cool piazza of the clubhouse, they had tea, a kaleidoscopic crowd in violently striped skirts, blazing sweaters and variegated hats. Corinne alone was all in white, from her little white sailor to her white buckskin shoes. Everybody, including Corinn.e, was introduced to the newcomer. Tint after Richard Corey’s friendly handshake and appropriate sentiment about being very happy, indeed, to meet her agAin, she retired-to the corner of a wicked divan and amused herself with a magazine and her tea. Why try to talk when everyone else was talking at the top of his, or her, lungs? “Come on, if you’ve finished,” said Alice at last. “I guess we’d better start home. It’s after five.” So the girls got into the roadster and departed. On the way home Alice gave Corinne another lecture about being so retiring. ■ - "Mother,” said Alice at dinner. "(I’d like to shake Corinne. , It’s her own fruit she never had a beau. She doesn’t realize that one can’t be oldfashioned any more. You just have to dress with a little bit of shap and have a bit of dash to your manner to get anywhere at all. I don’t see why she can’t see It. She’s smart In every other ■way.”

“That’s why she doesn’t do it,” answered her father. “It’s because she is smart.” ;— — “Oh, I know how old people feel,” declared Alice with a pout. “But you don’t understand how young men have changed. It Isn’t our fault that they are different When Corinne came out in her new spring clothes consisting of a black sailor hat and a gray homespun suit Jim said she was really more conspicuous than any of us just because she was so plain. But I told him that If she was it wasn’t her fault. She’d have a fit if she thought she was attracting any attention. But I have a little plan, and I’m going to help along her Interests If I can. No, I’ll not tell anybody till we see how it works, but I’m going to get busy.” Alice ritet Dick the next morning on the train as she was returning from a shopping trip, and managed to sit beside him. Adroitly she brought the conversation to Corinne. It seemed ridiculously easy. Dick really seemed anxious to talk about her. “You see, the trouble with Corinne is,” said Alice confidentially, “that she has that innocent, unsophisticated look that rather bores one if he doesn’t know her.” Dick looked at her with interest and was apparently all attention. “That’s a good start,” thought Alice. “Make a girl mysterious, devilish, any old thing, and a man will sit up and at least take notice.” She went on aloud: “But that’s the trouble —so few people know Corinne as I do. She’s really anything but unsophisticated. She’s blase! That’s what she is I” “What—what’s all this you are telling me?” asked Dick finally. Alice looked at him in wonder. His face was a study In Indignation. “I was'just telling you about Corinne. I wanted you to be interested, and everybody seems to think she’s so quiet and unimportant!” And then Impulsively: “I love her, that’s what, and I’ve been trying to make someone sit up and take notice. I’m tired of having people think she’s a little church mouse!” “Thank you, Miss Alice,” said Dick quietly. “I believe you’re stanch, but your method is odd, that’s all. Corinne and I have been engaged since she was in New York last fall, and we are to be married next week. She hates to be conspicuous, so we decld- ' ed to keep.lt quiet." (Copyright, »IT, by the McClure Newspaper Syndicate.) Bracelets were worn by women in Egypt at the time oi the Pharaohs.