Evening Republican, Volume 23, Number 23, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 26 January 1920 — SALLIE WINS [ARTICLE]

SALLIE WINS

By AGNES G. BROGAN.

WM. Nvwapaper Union) Before Sallie was four weeks old, her resemblance to her father waa very noticeable. Nervous Mrs. Arden sighed as she gazed at her baby’s small, determined chin, and the already discernible black arched eyebrows. Lillis Arden had been an adoring, pitifully pleasing wife, from the time she entered her austere husband’s home. His will had been her law. and Amos Arden’s will was evidenced in the most trivial matters... r—t* The baby girt must be called Sarah, he decreed, after a succession of Sarahs in Ms family. The Sarah Ardens had one and all been honored women, proudly reigning in successful households. It was Lillis Arden who first called her baby “Sallie.” hugging the tiny face to her breast. And Sallie, true child of father, adopted the name as she grew, and stubbornly refused the Sarah of her ancestors. The mother subsided fearfully as time went on, when the wills of these two Ardens clashed. Then slowly, and wonderingly, she came to realize that It was Sallie, the small and imperative, who invariably came off victor. Not that Sallie was disagreeable or aggressive. This was the amazing part of her triumphs. She emerged each time radiant, friend with the world, and with her secretly admiring father. « The crisis came when Sallie’s teens were behind her and she came one evening to announce to her parents the news of het engagement. “That Jack Topping?” her father contemptuously declared. “Do you think for a moment that I would consent to your marriage with him,? Ridiculous! No money, no family, no prospects to speak of. Dismiss the idiotic idea at once; and. Incidentally, dismiss the idiot. I won’t have hjm In the house again.” Sallie raised’ her arched Arden eyebrows. T am—going—to—marry—Japk Topping.” she repeated emphatically. Her father understood the significance of her measured words'. “If you persist In the insane notion ” he angrily retorted, “if you disobey my wishes, you shall' have no further help from me.” “Meaning,” asked Sallie sweetly, “that I shall be cast upon my own resources?” “Exactly! And taking inventory of your resources, you will find them useless. You are not prepared to teach.” Sjdlfe paused in her tirade to whisper reassuringly in her mother’s ear. Then she flashed a glance of defiant, mockery into the dark eyes like her own. “I trill be doing something,” she answered smilingly, “to bring Amos Arden to time, and to reason. Good night, dad.” “She is really gone,” the little mother told him fiext day. “It seems that Sallie found work* at once. But oh! Amos, what can it be? The child is totally unprepared for a, business life, and she left a note saying that she took only the remainder of her allowance, a pltifyl ten dollars." The dominating.. Arden grinned. “She will come back tomorrow,” he said. But on the morrow Sallie did not return. Neither had her voice (when she called, him over the wire) the ring of the vanquished. “Dad,” Sallie announced;, “I start in to work tomorrow morning- I’m afraid that you won’t approve my job," she chuckled. “It isn’t exactly in line with the other Sftrahs, father. Perhaps yoii’d like to come down to see me before you read of your daughter’s enterprise .in the papers. Full ad tomorrow. I’ll be nt 369 Main street, ground flpor—-nine o’clock in the morning.” Much disgusted Amos man of affairs, replaced the telephone receiver. What was Sallie up to. now? Perhaps it would be as well to see. She was a girl of unexpected developments. At precisely ten minutes to rflne, therefore, on the next flay, Amos Arden stepped from his car before 369 Main street. Golden-letters across a, silken draped window proclaimed merely the name Mansard. A neat maid escorted the perturbed father to a / room designated the “Gray Shion.” And there he beheld Sallie. She was seated in a gilt chair, her luxuriant dusky hair falling about her shoulders' almost covering the dainty white satin frock he remembered. - - “Sallie!" he gasped. The Arden chin tilted at him. The black eyes danced. . , “At ten o’clock,” said Sallie, “I begin worit. rt’s very simple. All I have to do is to stand or alt in the store window, exhibiting to an interested crowd outside my heavy locks, which are supposed to have readied this state of perfection through the faithful use of ‘Mansard’s Matchless Hair Tonic.’ I carry a bottle with me. The remuneration bestowed Is out of all proportion to my task. An autographed picture advertisement also being included. \ ? “Td rather marry Jack. Of course, than have all this publicity, and PG rather have Mm kept on in «« tion. But if these things are denied-” p fscod i>©r - window at Amos Arden darKiy bcowibcu tw# Sallie,” he said. “You win.”