The Mason County journal. [volume] (Shelton, W.T.) 1886-1927, 1890-03-14

and Send our elegant lurHlIure, CdI pooo
| and curtains as a donation to some friends
| in colder country Mollie laughed her
ripping, silvery laugh when she came
| home for her second vacation and found
another room Invested of its cumbersome
elegance.
said: Its all owing to your idea,
Mollie," and she laughed harder than
ever as she caught me around the neck
and cried: 'sYou don't think it's only
silly notion. then, do you, father?'
For. YOU see, that was the first time l
had mentionel the idea by its proper
name, always having called it a silly
notion.
After that Mollie let her idea roam
around considerably. In fact, | hardly
think she locked it up at all, except per-
haps when we had company. Several
times | found her big book on my
library table. | must confess | opened
it on one occasion, and was so interested
in what found inside the covers that |
was sorry when it disappeared. l
wouldn't ask for it, however for Mollie
could laugh so when any thing amused
her, and hate to be laughed at dread
fully.
Fall came and Mollie's idea hurried
her away again. Time dragged more
slowly than ever this time, until toward
spring when we experienced surprise
not altogether agreeable. My head
book keeper decided quite suddenly to
take trip to Europe at my expense,
carrying with him sufficient means to
meet all emergencies. Immediately
after his departure fire broke out in the
basement of The building in which l had
my store, and, with the assistance of
water, kindly thrown as an extin-
guisher, completely ruined my stock of
new, unpaid-for goods. 1t took all
could realize from insurance and the
sale of my city property to make me
straight with the world again. And
then mother and / sat down to look the
situa ton in the face. Two elderly peo-
pie with nothing left but ourselves and
our great desolate home. Just then
in came Mollie, big book, trunk,
idea and all, like a fresh June
breeze, or more truly speaking, a
regular Western cyclone. Rless the
child. We had almost forgotten her IN
our bewilderment She Rugged and
kissed us, and shed few tears over
mothers lace cap, then, with a little
choke in her brave voice, cried: Nov
we'll see what that idea of mine can do
for US. l think I've mastered it, and |
haven't earned the title of Nurse Mollie
for nothing. So cheer up dear folks,
lac, 1of+
Mollie and her idea" And catching up her
big book she pranced gayly up and down
the room until we were forced to laugh
in spite of the dismal state of affairs.
The weeks flew rapidly by after her
| coming, very busy weeks to us all, but
| particularly so to Mollie. BY summer
time our stately home in the suburbs was
| filled with the most interesting compa-
| nv of individuals | had ever SEEN
| Mother and | were allowed to keep our
room in peace, and Mollie shared hers
with sweet-faced girl who filled the
| place of assistant nurse.
| The small parlOr was turned into a
reception-room, the dining-ro and
kitchen placed in charge CT good
natured Maggie, the cook, while the re-
mainder of the house fairly swarmed
| with babies.
Babies of all descriptions, from the
| plump little beauty to the frail, wee
morsel too weak to even smile. Over all
pres ided Mollie, blissfully, radiantly
happy. Always busy, yet never too
tired to pillow weary little head on
her shoulder or to sing a fretful, wee
stranger to Sunderland. The babies
soon learned to know her quick step,
and would laugh and COO as she passed
by with smile or kiss for each little
upturned face.
Mother grew young again in spite OF
her silvered hair the company of the
playful elves was so inSpiriting
Drama" they called her, and never
wearied of her quaint, old fairy tales as
she sat in her armchair with her
bountiful lap full of the cunning Great
ures and a row of curly heads about
her knee. Every evening, just before
bed-time, l had grand frolic in the
nursery until driven forth by 'Auntie
Mollie," and loud cries of ''tum adm.
dranpa!"
BY winter / was again established in
business, though on smaller scale than
before. Mollie's idea paid her well.
and her wealthy patrons, the fathers
and guardians of the mOtherless babes
in her charge, would not hear to her
giving up her baby garden" as she had
christened it. So she reignel mistress
over the house, and steadily added to
the bank account, leaving mother and
me to spend our money as we thought
best.
When | would see Auntie Mollie sit
ting in her sunny nursery, her sweet
face wearing smile, and her pretty
hair all tumbled from contact with busy
little fingers, could not help thinking
to myself how good thing it was that
she did become possessed by an idea, and
how much better it would be for the
world in general and every body in par
ticular if every girl had tied to hel
apron-strings good, sensible idea to
guide her through life.
1t seems was not the only one who
admired Mollie and her idea. The hand.
some young doctor who called to ser
Baby Marjorie when she burnt her hand
tMollie's old standby, DR.. Blake
being out of town. was fascinated also
And now the baby garden has a kind
uncle as well as loving auntie. YOU
may laugh. but believe that is what
came of Mollies idea. 1t brought her g
most excellent husband; and mark m,
words, young ladies, that is blessing
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