Blackfoot news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1891-1902, 1895-08-31

mind about what 1 asked you last
week.
Molly had been expecting this ques-
| ton. 1t had come sometime in the
course of the conversation every week
since the night, about six weeks be-
fore, when Molly had been so charm
| ing, and Jimmy so desperate. that
somehow, he never knew how, cour-
! age had come to him and he had ask
ed her to marry him.
! "And why should l change my
mind?" she answered; Il think single
life is splendid"
I'D be good to you, Molly-a-Miss
O'Brien"
Faith, I'm not so bad to myself.
that I'm hard up for change"
Jimmy always left soon after this
point in the conversation, and tonight
as Molly shut the door after him, she
said to herself, "Ain't it a shame he's
so homely? | think red hair is jest
awful-on men,"
1t was the morning before beau
night week later Molly was busily
at work sweeping off the front piazza.
The long French windows of the IL
bary We're open. and she could hear
voices from within, where Mr. Ralph,
the son of the house, was smoking the
morning away, with college friend,
who had arrived the night before.
Suddenly she stopped her work at
hearing her name.
Mr.. Ralph was speaking.
"Yes. she's a beaut-our Molly is"
Then he added with laugh, "But you
ought to see her beau. He's great,
big, gawkey fellow, with red hair and
freckleS. and great big ears, and
mouth that you could "button round
behind"
Molly stood for a moment her face
flushed and her eyes flashing, stung to
the VERT quick. She was angry. She
had lived with the Hunts for two
years, having never yet shown other
than the most even of dispositions, But
now she was angry. She banged her
broom around the piazza long enough
to let them know that she was there
and had heard all that they had said,
and then she went around to the
kitchen and began TO cook her dinner.
He'd ought to be ashamed of him
self, he'd ought" she said to herself,
as she peeled the potatoes, cutting
away half of them as she peeled.
with all his money and his good
looks and his smooth ways, to say that
about Jimmy-an' he can't hold can
die to Jimmy, that he can't, Didn't
Jimmy start without a cent in his
pocket, and now amt he saved his
money an built himself the prettiest
sort of little house. An for him as
never did a lick of work, much less
earned a cent o. money in all his long,
lazy life, to dare say as he did" And
Molly threw her potatoes into the pot
n Sh OF NJ oil
Hunts head. "An' didn't Jimmy as
much as risk his life to save them
people in the big fire last year, so as
now they're made i'm chief of the fire
department? Oh-h, l never could
stand Mr. Ralph with his big eyes
lookin' at me while | waited on the
table as he'd no business to look at
me, and that what he said about me,
She's beaut our Molly is'-'a beaut'
our Mollyr Indeedw And here she
dropped the beautiful glass dish which
was to contain her dessert. 1t was
too much, and Molly leaned her head
against the kitchen door and cried.
"Oh, Jimmy" she said a moment
later, as she picked up the broken
glass, You're a good good man,
Jimmy, you are. You're an angel
long side o. him as said the mean
things about you. You've got an
honest look in your eyes that none Of
his fine clothes can give him. And
and" With little sob, 81 don't care
If his hair is red"
That night, when Jimmy. came,
Molly was so sweet that he almost
hated to ask his weekly question, be-
cause he knew that he always felt inn
PEELED to leave so soon after it. At
last it came
Miss O'Brieny'
Eyes, Mr.. Jaeger"
II suppose you amt changed yOuI
mind about what asked ynu last
week."
Yes. Jimmy, l have"
MOLLY" And Jimmy sprang to his
feet trembling with eagerness. Say
say it again. Molly"
YES, Jimmy" said Molly, with her
sweetest smile. You're brave an
honest an kind, and you'll be a good
man to me. Jimmy"
Jimmy clasped the little figure in his
big. strong arms.
"And-and you'll go to church with
me, Molly?'
"This spring." she asked, looking up
at him.
On his way home that night, after
he and Molly had planned everything,
Jimmy counted up the weeks.
''Six weeks" he said as he walked
along toward home.
'Six more beau nights, and then
and then a whole life Of beau nights
with Molly. Margaret Griswold Cox
in Smith College Monthly