Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1911-12-14

II was afraid that color wouldn't 90
with your hail" she said, "but It gives
you distinction. after all.
On her way home, again clothed IN
her shabby suit. Molly told Terry
about It. s5s A
"She Is going to give q Christmas
dinner at the Belvid ers. "a she said,
"and one Of her guests has disap-
pointed her. She wants me to take
her place, and I'm going to do It.
Terry ,H 3s# !.
Terry's face fell. Then you won't
have dinner with us,' he said. wen
miss you, Molly"
oh. but it's my opportunity her
face was glowing. Think Of the
people Ill meet"
He did think Of the people she
would meet, as he tramped home
alone in the cold twilight. Terry knew
something Of the world, something Of
the men who would be at that dinner.
Babe and Billy protested strongly
when they learned that Molly. the
light of the household, was to spend
her Christmas evening away from
them. I'll
1T will spoil all our fun" they said.
Terry will be here" Molly told
them. Mother has planned late
dinner, because he has to work part
of the day.
She felt little conference.-the
however, as she left them, and not I'M
til she had donned the beautiful gown
at Mrs. Phelps could she put the
thought of their fearful faces out OF
her mind.
1t was a wonderful experience to
ride through the streets in the limou-
sine, wrapped in the rose-colored
cloak, with great bunch Of valley
lilies in her hand. She felt like a
princess. She had the air Of pr1n-
cess, too, as she swept through the
wide corridor Of the hotel, following
Mrs. Phelps. IA!
Her pleasure was ended, however.
when she met the other guests and
sat down at the big round table.
There was confusing display Of
knives and forks and spoons, but her
native wit prevented any awkward
ness.
It was the men on each side Of her.
however. who alarmed her. Molly
had never been ct q loss fol word OF
a gay retort until now. But the people
around her liveo In world of their
own. They talked Of operas. Of sports.
Of places Of which Molly knew moth.
ing. She didn't know that her pretty,
blushing shyness charmed the multi
millionaire at her left and piqued the
curiosity Of the ambassador on her
right. She was uncomfortable and
self-conscious as she tried to dt her
stammefing little phrases to this new
environment.
Gradually, as she gained poise, she
confessed to herself that she was hav.
ing very stupid time. It wasn't q
bit like Christmas; although the color
scheme OF the. table was green and
red, there was no holly, no mistletoe,
just gorgeous American beauties and
wide satin ribbons. She had a vision
OF the table set In the shabby dining
room at home. In the center would
be great bunch of holly, and above
it would hang a little wax angel. At
one end she saw her father, his knife
cutting through the cracking brown
Of the turkeys breast. The delicate
fare of the hotel paled in comparison
to her mothers cooking. At homo
there would be large helpings Of
mashed potatoes and turnips and
gravy. The cranberry sauce would DO
served in big dishes.
AS they drove home together, Mrs.
Phelps said: "You were success, my
dear. If you will let me. I'll bring you
out. Perhaps you will make a grand
marriage. It would be a great thing
for girl like you
Molly's response was not enthusiasts
tic. She did not like to appear I'M
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