The Lee County journal. (Leesburg, Ga.) 1904-19??, 1907-09-27
MARION'S ONE ENEMY.
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Bv HILDA RICHMOND.

Max was helping Marion into the
boat, and both were thrown into the
water The girls shrieked wildly,
but the boys dragged them out before
they suffered anything more than
bath in the shining water.
Come right up to the hotel" said
Mrs. Walden, the chaperon, briskly
1--WE must find some clothes until
these dry. We have great reason to
be thankful that it was no worse"
Marion had often read Of beautiful
heroines rescued from watery graves;
and, when she saw herself in mirror
she felt that any one who could be
beautiful and dripping wet deserved
al the praise of story writers. Her
new dress was ruined, her shoes
sGueaked with water, and her hat al
lowed red and green streams to give
her the appearance of an Indian. Max
was being helped into dry garments
by his friends, and in less than half
an hour the two young people made
their appearance none the worse for
their bath.
you go on" said Marion, half vexed
and half laughing. "You don't need
to let us spoil the picnic No, indeed!
I wouldn't think of going out in these
clothes" and she looked at the cali
CO wrapper provided by a woman in
the hotel kitchen. 1t was large
enough for two girls of her size, and
the carpet slippers were enormous.
'T'll stick to the kitchen, thank you,
until my clothes are dry"
yes, get out of here" said Max,
amid the merry laughter at his ap-
pearance. His trousers were turned
up six inches, though he was no dwarf,
and his long arms protruded from
the sleeves. do you hear? We're
tired of furnishing amusement for the
crowd Say, don't forget us at din
ner-time if the clothes should be dry.
Do you hear?"
'Tll put your shoes at the edge of
the bake oven," said the woman in
the kitchen, kindly. They'll dry
sooner" She waddled away with the
soaked shoes, and amid much laughter
the washing" was spread on the
grass to dry. The woman also set
on some irons, so that at the first
possible moment the garments could
be assisted in the drying process.
Isn't this dreadful" said Max, af
ter they had forlornly watched the
laughing crowd troop off. How on
earth are we to put in the time?"
I'm going to help Mrs. Trent with
these dishes, said Marion, rolling back
her wrapper sleeves. Not that I love
dish-washing, but I like idleness in
place like this still less. Better take
a towel and dry them, Max. 1t will
help pass the time. think until the
end of my days l shall be indebted to
some one and be trying to repay by
washing dishes"
Something smells fearful" said
Max later, taking his sixth towel. Il
wonder what on earth it can be?"
open the doors wider, said Marion
This is horrible!"
Your shoes!" said Mrs. Trent, COM
ing in. who shut that oven door,"
A cloud of smoke rolled out as she
jerked the oven door open, and drag
ged out the remains of the shoes.
It's wonder you didn't smell the
leather"
In spite of their troubles Max and
Marion laughed till they cried. Marion
looked down at her carpet slippers,
op1 DF11, +OOly ,,O+o ~ h ;e, ,,1,,,,bor tone
and then they shrieked again. Were
doomed to stick to the kitchen all
day." they said, finally, and fell to
disb-washing. The dozens and dozens
of dishes unwashed since the season
before, dusty, sooty, and fy-specked,
were reduced to orderly piles of shin
ing ware which Mrs Trent thankfully
returned to the cupboards she hastily
cleaned
This is something like" said the
manager, pausing in one of his flying
trips about the hotel. Where did
you engage these helpers, Mrs. Trent?
III put them on the force at five dol
lars week if they keep on working
like this"
In spite of the fattering offer the
carpet slippers and number tens
thankfully climbed into the carriage
for the homeward journey. Mrs. Trent
was profuse in thanking them for
their aid, and it was very jolly
party that arrived home just at dusk.
4 have such good news for you,
Marion" said Mrs. Morton, the in