The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1909-03-13

fields, woods and streams, the rainy
day blowy-day girl, who played ten
MS, golf, basket ball and billiards in
I a way that made nine-tenths of her
men acquaintance look foolish; who
pulled an oar that even her brothers
commended and led the stunts in her
| college gym.
| Mrs Branksome had been with Mrs.
! TrelOar at Smith, and perhaps that
/ was why Mrs. BranksOme turned her
! head quickly away and began to talk
to the man on her left in a very ami
mated manner.
There We're plenty of fellows just
crazy over Molly Price before Treloar
appeared on the scene. After that
they dropped out hOpeIessIy. Treloar
read poetry TO ner and much of t
mighty poor poetry. But he read 1t
impTessively and he conducted his
whole wOOing in an impressive. man.
neT and Molly surrendered almost
without fight That was the last OF
her athletics, too. For some reason
OF other Treloar seemed to be quite
enough for her. They were, in fact,
a devoted couple
In many respects she is a supe-
TiOr being" continued TTeloar. Her
tenderness, her idealistic nature. her
purity, her refinement are what we
can never hope to approach. 1t seems
to me SO absurd for US to look down
upon her because our muscles happen
TO be stronger and our physical coIT-
age greater"
Mrs. TreIosr blew him a kiss
Still, I'm afraid the age of chiv-
airy is really dead" said TreIoar. For
one thing, we men have no opportun-
tiles to demonstrate our prowess. Civ
iliZatiOn is too nUmdTum and prOsaic.
can't dia for
I'm glad one can't said Mrs.
Branksome. 4 prefer to have my own
true knight alive. l find him quite
useful on occasions"
L might have had a chance last
September. but l missed it." said Ire
loaT- Did any of you hear about
that? A burglar got into our house.
Poor Molly was scared nearly to
death"
oh. don't tell about that" pleaded
Mrs. TTeIoar.
Why not, my dear? It's nothing
to be ashamed of. / think any woman
would have been frightened to wake !
up in the dead of night and find a |
burly ruffian prowling about the room. |
l really wonder that Molly escaped |
nervous prOstration.'
Horrors" calculated Mrs. Cough. |
Il saould have died right there. What |
uIC YOU DO, molly.
She shut him up i'll a closet" re-
piled her husband, smiling.
Il was just desperate" explained !
Mrs. TrelOar. Il was so frightened |
that l didn't know exactly what |
was doing. He-he went into the clos
and I slammed the door and locked |
him in
You wonderful creature." said
Mrs. Cough. How could you?"
Il was in a sort of panic, you know" |
said Mrs. Treloar, with heightened
color.
Then she sat there trembling and
praying for me to come" added her /
husband with a compassionate smile.
Perhaps it's a good thing she let him
&C before | came. / think II Should
nave handled him pretty roughly"
She let him go. did she?" asked
Cough.
Il couldn't stand it having him in
there, | was so afraid" said Mrs. Ire
loar. He promised he would give I'D
everything he had taken If I unlocked
the door, so / did. And he went away
and left rhe things
We'll" said little Treloar, '@as l say
il was perhaps better sc, as it turned
put. But if I had been there / might
have Killed him Quite likely, I think.
The poor girl was in a nearly fainting
condition when | got in
oh. was so glad TO see him," said
Mrs. TTelOaT-
Later in the evening Mrs. Drank
some got Mrs. TTelOar to herself
Molly she said, you can fool