The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1901-02-14
T TIE is impossible, utterly
Nj imposslblew said Mrs.
/ Sidney Mollison. "The


hear me?'
Mr.. Molllson's eyes were In the even
ing paper, but he said he was not deaf.
81 should think you would have a
higher opinion Of Beryl's worth than 20
sanction such a match"
MY dear Dora. I have not sane
toned the match"
Yes, you nave. You give the young
man employment In your Office, and
only last month you raised his wages
10 SIS week. That was giving him
encouragement"
"How?"
you know perfectly we'll When he
was earning only $50 he had all he
could do to pay for his board and
clothes"
We'll, it was Toms doing"
Mr.. Mollison was neither brave nor
generous. so he sought refuge behind
his bachelor brother who was asSo-
ciated with him in the firm of Sidney
Mollison & Bro. 1t was retreat skill
fully executed, however. for If Mrs.
beside marrying her daughter TO
wealth and position It was 10 coddle
Brother Tom so he would remain a
bachelor and leave his share of the
estate to her children. Up to this tina
she had been successful. Brother Tom
was forty and premnturely old. Iie
was persuaded that he had every all
ment known to medical science or
patent medicine advertisements. He
sometimes reached his Office by II
O'Clock in the morning, but it was with
an effort and after Mrs. Mollison had
served his toast and coffee in his
room. He said to her often when she
brougi.> his breakfast: Dear Sister
Dora don't know how l should live
a day without you" There was a
streak OF lazlness in MIN. Sometimes
wonder" he would add. III there IS
another woman in the world who
would be so good to me-
And Dora would answer "You
wicked man. Have you been thinking
again Of getting married? You know
You could not live a month with
wife whom you would have to wait
on"
That's So He always conceded the
point when she made him comfortable.
But. you know, there's no danger.
because I'll never find another woman
like YOU"
All this passed through Mrs. Molli-
sons mind when her husband shifted
the blame from himself 10 Tom for
the undesirable attention young 1Ir.
Blythe was bestowinC upon their
daughter. To offend Brother Tom by
asking for the youths dismissal or
by abruptly forbidding him the house
was not TO be thought Of She remained
in n silent study long enough for Mr..
Mollison to turn his paper inside out.
SID Mrs. Mollison resumed in n
softer tone that hinted at crafty pur.
pose, I've decided what to do. 1t Is
a case requiring the exercise of diplom-
acy."
You've got plenty OF it,"
"Beryl must give back the hand mir
ror; but to soften the boys dlsappoint-
ment shall write him about 1t frs
and invite him to come here for dinner
next Sunday. Then when Beryl has of.
Tended him BY returning his gift
shall have a girl at hand to console
him-Janet Craig. She is that blue.
eyed thing whom Beryl went about 50
much with last summer. She's rather
old, l imagine, and will jump at the
chance of healing a broken heart II IL
VIII bring her husband. Then we
shaii be rid of the bookkeeper and
Beryl will be cured of her infatuation.
What do you think of the plan?"
Looks well on paper"
And it win be successful" Mrs
Mollison was supremely confident.
II wonder" Mr.. Mollison paused
to remove his spectacles and regard
his wife cautiously before finishing the
remark.
"Well?" She smiled patronizingly.
u wonder what viii happen when
You meet woman whose wits are
equal 10 yonr own. pherell be a pref
ty how'd do. III wager"
MY dear. l have always been able
TO take care Of myself" said Mrs. Mol
lison.
The Sunday dinner that was TO be
the funeral feast of the bookkpeper's a
untlmely romance was planned with
perfect exactness. But for some rea.
son the plans began to go wrong be.
fore the "blue-eyed thing was In the
house ten minutes.
Janet on entering ran into Mrs. Mol
hson's arms and kissed her Then.
seeing Beryl looking sad, she ran away
with her on the pretext of removing
her wraps, but really to learn what the
trouble was.
oh" Her blue eyes opened with
horror and amazement when she heard
the story. ''The poor fellow is invited
here to be slaughteredw
What can I do. Janet"
my dear. don't know. You'll
nave to obey your mother. suppose,
but--" Janet pressed one slender fin.
ger against her temple in thought.
And it's such a pretty hand mirror,
Janet" Beryl walled.
Il suppose your mother intends him
Tor my partner at dinner just to keep