Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1908-12-18

nYou dol"
Lady Molly Darce and Claude Stanton
were seated on fallen tree near peat
bog in the west CT Ireland. The innocent
cause of the dispute was a brace of fat
cartridges which, in company with a
gun, lay at Lady Molly's feet.
Stanton was greatly irritated, Molly
,soolly sarcastic; the former was flushed
and angry, the latter calm but radiant
It was one of their many quarrels.
With her customary carelessness, Lady
Molly began to kick indolently at the
loaded gun which lay at her feet, and, as
her foot swung near the trigger, she
noted with satisfaction every look of I'M
easiness displayed on her companions
expressive face. Claude would have
scolded her, but he knew only too well
that in the wordy combat that must sure
" follow he would be sadly worsted
Seeing that he was inclined to be more
than usually angry, and knowing how
any reference to her superior skill in
shooting vexed him, Lady Molly glanced
saucilv at him and then began to hum
She'd ride wall, she'd drive a team,
or maybe sing you "Rousseau's Dream"
For nothing could escape her;
I've seen her too-upon my word
At sixty yards bring down her bird.
Oh, she charmed all the FOrty-thtrd,
Did lovely Mary Draper!
If she expected another outburst from
her companion, she was disappointed, for
Claude with a twig was quietly scraping
the mud off his boots. She swung her
foot nearer than ever to the gun, but,
before her little rough-shod foot could
touch it, Stanton had quickly lifted it to
a place of safety in the tree above them.
Lady Molly was on her feet in an in
slant, and, in her excitement lapsing into
her native brogue, she cried out, Eye
spalpeen!" Then, catching up the part
ridges, and whistling to her dog, she
tripped homeward, leaving Claude to
mediate in solitude.
There, suppose che is angry again;
but what can a fellow do? l can't let
her shoot herself just because she is so
careless. Heigh-ho, nothing seems to
please herl Shooting, riding, fishing
she is always more successful than 1, so
what's the pleasure for me?"
Stanton punched hole in the ground
with the heel of his boot. He had pro-
posed to Lady Molly that afternoon for
the twentieth time and had been laughed
at for his pains. No wonder his temper
was none of the best!
He and Molly had been playmates to-
gether, and each event of their lives
seemed to be connected. They had been
sent from home at the same time-he to
Oxford, she to a sedate London college
for girls. They had correspondent regu-
larly, but it was new Claude and an
old Molly who had come back to Ireland.
Claude had grown graver, and his watch
fulness and care for Molly often irritated
the high-spirited young girl, who was
still the same little madeap
She had been brought up practically by
old Betty, her nurse, for her mother had
been killed in the hunting field, and the
morose old Earl, her father took little
notice of her. She was very neglected
and willful, and Claude thought it his
duty to restrain her adventurous pro-
chvities This naturally piqued the in
dependent girl and she revenged herself
by teasing her young companion when
ever chance offered
The Stantons and the Darces had been
friends and neighbors for generations,
and now it was the wish of Earl Darce
to unite the two families, besides renew
ing the family fortunes, by the union of
the sole surviving heirs of their long line
OF ancestors This plan was quite APP
proved OF by Claude; but Molly, although
NOT indifferent to his woolng, would not
yield to his oft-repeated pleading.
That very afternoon Claude had made
more impassioned appeal than usual,
only to be met with the laughing an
SWer, "No-Im not going to be married
yet. | want to see the world and enjoy
myseh IN my own way, so you had bet
Ter be sensible and not bother me any
moreID And so it always was-Claude
IN deadly earnest, but Molly always an
sWerlng with laugh. st will ali come
night some day!"
Well, well" thought Stanton, 81 sup
pose had better be starting for home,
instead OF thinking of Molly and her do
mgs, as l usually am"
As he started up from the log his eve
len upon Molly's gun, which still Law
@0eIe he Rad placed it ia the tre9 above.
ououIderl1g both her gun and his own,
ne started for Kilbeggan lodge, as the
nal ruined mansion of the early was
tS-ed, Upon nearing the gates he heard
5le sound of galloping hoofs coming
No"4 the drive, and he was Mortified to
S nee Lady Molly riding her black mare
Aa'oQrneen without a saddle. As she
passed him at mad gallop she adroitly
o|epV oil his hat with her whip, and then,
E Kun a hooking laugh. disappeared be-
Alnd the trees.
Claude, picking up his cap, quickly
mounted the broad stone steps to the
house. Here he encountered Betty, now
Sue housekeeper, into whose good keep
Il5 he delivered the gun. Betty was an
t.u acquaintance, and, after learning that
.Ie earl was dining with friend, he
LA ed a while with her before return
ing to his own home.
D. An sure, Misther Claude, an it's ould
etIy as doesn't know what's got into
1a1y Aolly's head Sure, an she needs
- much looking afther now, when she's
I Iga' 10, as she did when she was but a
~ C1aude nodded vehemently in approval.
-IlS encouraged, the old lady went on
an what do you think she's afther