The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1904-11-26
THE UBIQUITOUS MOLLLE
By MARY ". MEARS.
/ Copyright BY tho s. 8. MCCLURE Co.

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!, It. was little after CLOCK and the
barn and the house cast short, black
triangles of shadow. Norman Elwood 8
handsome. flushed face wore look OF
utter bewilderment as he slowly let his
ewes travel from the ancient mare, with
downstretched neck, nibbling at the bed
of nasturtiums to the equally antique
vehicle to which she was harnessed.
"You don't propose to go in this
rigs" he gasped.
Winnefred Penn nodded, tho she
flushed pink as one Of the hollyhocks
growing against her grandmother g
barn. Indeed, in her green muslin
dress. she had the look Of one Of those
flowers, plucked stalk and all.
"And drive hertz and he made ges-
ture toward the horse, who was found
cred and had not been harnessed for
years. Her foretop, name and tail
were white with age: Now, With; !, 2
looked around, reproachfully, at her
mistress. Winnefred avoided that
milo, old eye. ~ thought, Of course,
we ID row down. he, continued, "other-
wise, Ia have brought my horse. I'll
get him now"
For answer she gathered up the reins.
"But why don't you let me get
hims" he exploded.
as if the petals Of the hollyhocks fell
wider apart. "Beeause want to drive
Mollie-that's why!"
"Get up, Mollie,n chirruped Winnie
fred, stealing glance at the house, but
she was obliged to reach for the whip
before she was needed. Then. with q
strange preliminary movement, in which
every leg shot out at different angle,
the mare gathered. herself together,
was too late. They went curverting
into the main street. Unmindful OF
the jeers that followed them, on went
Mollie. The stiff side curtains of the
buggy stood out in the wind like ears.
It sWayed from side to side like a
drunken thing. it logged her closely,
and Winnefred g laughter but tended to
neared the outskirts of the village, the
conviction grew: upon Mollie that she
could not get away from her pursuer'
She gradually came to standst1ll,
trembling in every limb.
Winnefred covered her face. And
you thought she ceuldn't CO., ~
Her companion stared straight ahead.
She leaned toWardsshim. It was as i
P ySEy VII" foqgae she SWISS WRspe h
II never dreamed of her attracting SC
much attention. But if we'd gone the
other way, grandma would have seer
us from her window. You see, she {
threatened to have, Molliie shot. and ]
\ couldn It leave her home. :"
It was as if counter-current swept
the girl in the opposite direction
You a! should ia have sl1eu heard MI. Wharton.
last Sermon e.
Harry Wharton was a young theoloog
ical student who carried himself in in
nocent imitation Of Catholic priest
TIT sarSiGs II n the ohuESh
popular among the girls Of the village
but Norman Elwood disliked him fierce
ly on account Of his attentions to Win
nefred. Now her shot told.
idiot" you Sa' ii II know IT,
know VII that til he wa was ) sfick9''
The note Of anxiety, real or assumed
was by no means lost upon Elwood. H'
relapged into an angry silence. 4, a,
in sight Of the shrine, which was on tn
In the Immediate vicinity Of tn
shrine was spring which was said t.
have been blessed by Father Marquette
and at the conclusion Of the service. tn
people moved off in groups toward i i
mThey re going to get bottles D9tts Of nth r.
had to be back in time for the milking
and she waited only for him to. be. gone
Then: ct m going down there, she an
: nounced, ct want to see if any crutche
and canes are thrown away
The young man watched her scowine
Ivy
and a Jealous suspicion flashed acros
his brain. He put off down, hill. MOI
man helped Winnefred into the bugg
and then stood back. ~
4 "Oh. I understand cried the girl
. "you prefer to walk; -
to walk he returned, sand when 70
< want to get any. more holy water 70
: your sick Catholic priest, you can &c
won i. You did get q bottle Of the STUFF
. didn t you9" he finished, quickly.
But he got no answer. Driving 9,
she invested the old buggy with 9
Hers was sweet nature. which her.
tofore had accommodated itself readil
to her lovers stronger, more dicts
t torial one. She had never quarrele
with him before: She wept most Of th
night and Mollie's danger was forge
t of boy with rife, speeding dow
: the lane which led to the pastur,
9 caused her to rush to the doc
g Her rheumatic old grandmother wa
q asleep in the next room, but she neve
lowered her voice.
stop, Tommy Watkins!" she Gale
loudly. Stop, ! say -.
fred went painting up to him.
. HWhere are you going with tbs
gun9" she demanded.
: He stole keen glance at her. to-
I ain It goin far.
She caught hold Of his sleeve. .Di
Mike send you for or, che gun e, she :; as x
ttNn Mike didn't send me- for ii