The Birmingham age-herald., 1911-05-11

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 Isn't 1t joy" Miss Molly was saying when the girl caught up the conversation between her and The Major again, Ito know that the good women of this town have made such a comfortable, beautiful home for us old ladies. many of whom, like myself, have no relatives-no home any anything, but the bitter past to re- member and think over Tn our old age?'
 And you feel that it is really like your own home?" The Major said softly. ''Yes, there's a sweet repose in it. said Do you remember those ancient pam oramas one used to see at centennials and expositions of The Battle of Gettys- burg?' Where they showed the whole story, and then reversed the screws and gave the thing all over again? Well each | of the old ladies here is sort of mistress of that show. Each passes her days re- viewing her life and the many incidents in 1t, and when we get to the days when our life was all color and beauty we turn the screw and begin all over again, just in order to get back to that"
 Flow nice,' said The Major, and glanced at the group of old ladies knit ting and sewing for dear life.
 Miss Molly and The Major drifted into personalities and talked and talked so interestingly to each other and finally Miss Molly, turning to The Peach, said:
 What do you do with yourself all the time, young lady?'
 "Oh, I go to parties and matinees and musicales and everything nice," said the debutante.
 We read about those things in the paper" said Miss Molly. And tell me- child. what do they have to eat at these affairs? In my day the table fairly groaned under the luxuries that were provided, but now-now refreshments have changed like everything else. suppose"
 The Peach began to tell her about the salads and croquettes and mayonnaise and pates and sandwiches and Miss Molly interrupted by saying:
 aWhen I used to entertain, Dolly Mad ison herself couldn't beat>me making ice creams and syllabubs. and my Floating Islands were the talk of the country"
 (Which was a distinction, truly" chimed in The Major.
 And how do the girls dress nowa- days?" asked Miss Molly
 The Peach smiled and said something about 'hobble skirt's and "harem skirt" and then mumbled:
 q didn't know you cared about such things"
 Why, my child, am as young as ever Only yesterday several of us had dis cussion as to what effect Woman Suffrage would have on the novel 20 years hence, if the suffragettes win out"
 'Lovely!' exclaimed The Peach.
 "Ill have to tell you a joke on us," lI1lI ItT- books over here. Somebody brought 'Cranford' for us to read. which is a very interesting book, but there is only one man in it. and he wasn't dashing gen tleman with fascinating ways, that any girl could rave over"
 What sort of books do you like?" asked The Major.
 Nothing less interesting than What Eight Million Women Want or Molly Make Believe or any real love story that is thrilling and we'll told" said Miss Molly, and turning to The Peach, she said: Let me see those pretty shoes you've got on, and how do you make those gold theatre caps that see pictured in the papers? And is there anything new in trousseaux-"
 Well, I'll declare" said The Peach, what dear, sweet comey, up-to- date old lady you are, Miss Molly"
 Thank you. dear child, but the fact remains that I am old" was the gentle reply. q have young heart though, which sometimes isn't a comfortable combination, to, bring away from the world--even if one goes to the very best of Old Ladies' Homes, like this quiet, kindly abode. We do so long for youth--youth that you have, my sweet one, which I haven't and never can have again. I didn't realize when 1t deserted me that 1t could leave me so disguised. Bring me some new novels to read-something about sweethearts, and lovers, and romance. and chivalry, wont you?'
 "Floating after The Peach and The Major as they made their adieux was something that sounded strangely like this.
 Now. who's your beau, Miss Molly? The girl Is @ beauty, and we know by the gentlemans address and his court ly manner. that he is somebody"
 And the inquiry came from tatter- ed shaky, voice, from one of Life's Little Old Moman Angels. sitting over in the corner-knitting, knitting. knitting
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