The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1912-02-12
Marjjoy's Little
Effort

DO you honestly and truly think I'll
good. girls? Are you positive you are
not Aattering me?" asked Marjory d
her literary society. known as THE
Eight"
IT'S splendid" answered Nan. de-
} cidedly.
Just DEAR" added Ted.
ITS too cute for anything" said
Evaritus.
Il consider It q strong story. even
1t l say 30 myself" said Mrs. Morse,
Mildred's sister. while the other four
girls added evidence Of their apprs.
citation Of Marjory's literary ability.
I've read It and reread It 80 many
times myself that l can't Judge, but
am glad you girls like It. Mother
said: BY all means send It to the pa,
per, my child but mother has known
me 30 many years that she IL In.
clined to be partial to anything l do,
from Irish crochet lace to writing
stories.
Brother Bob says that he has read
many poor stories In his day, but this is
the worst lie advises me to save the
money spend In paper, envelopes.
stamps and typewritlng and send 1t
to some poor. worthy family. He says
Uncle Sans mail department should
not be compelled to carry such litera-
t'lre. But Bob Is no critic. lie was
cross, anyway. when | read it to him,
because the laundry failed to return
his pet white vest in time for Violet's
dinner dance. don't care what he
says, II you girls really like It,"
Il love it." said Ted. IF you don't
send that story 10 a MAGAZINE. Mar
iory Morton. III never sneak TO you
again. An editor With coed judgment
will eagerly grasp it"
well. YOU girls know what You
know. i You insist, X %ocs. All hold
your breath, and. II L is accepted, III
treat yoa gins to a inc luncheon
Ten days latlr '3ariory burst into
Midiods house with: Mildred. Mil
drcd Morton Morse Come. Oh, the
grandcst thing, Gorgeous"
what Is the matter? Are you en-.
gagged? Who is the man. Tell me
quickly, and stop screaming"
MY story has been accepted. /
Just received check for ten dollars.
I'm an authorcss. Behold me. your
sister, Marjory Morton My name In
print! Wonderful! could just hug
that beautiful editor! I'll phone the
girls and tell the news"
Don't forget the promised lunch.
con-" said Mrs. Morse.
That's So" answered Marjory. "Why
did ! make such a rash promise? 'Ah,
pity It's It's true"
We've made arrangements for me
TO give my luncheon-to meet at II
O'Clock next Saturday." said Mar.
jory short while later. $50 be OH
deck with your white beaver hat, black
velvet suit and violets. The girls
were just wild with delight. Nan said
she was going to fast until then"
Il think will do likewise" said Mrs.
Morse with a laugh.
"Oh, dear, now I'm literary wom-
an, ! suppose I'll have to muss my
hair, and let my skirts sag in the back.
No more tube skirts and fancy bags
for me-"
"Marjory, your success has surely
gone to your head. Be calm and
placid" said her sister.
Saturday came, as Saturdays will,
but this particular Saturday "The rain
was raining all round" 1t poured and
poured and poured.
"Since the time Of Noah there has
never been such a deluge," walled Mar
jory.
Cant you postpone your luncheon
until the sun rises?" questioned Mil.
dred.
Decidedly not. It's all ordered.
Can't possibly countermand It at this
late hour. What shall I do? No one
but duck could go on foot In this
storm" questioned the hostess.
I'm afraid, sis. It will have to be
taxis," weakly suggested Mildred.
Eight girls mean two taxis. It's
dreadful! But I suppose I'll have to
submit to the Inevitable" said Mar.
)ory. Is she left the room to call up
The garage.
"As Marjory babe goodby to her
friends after the affair was over,
Edith said:
1T was . perfectly lovely luncheon,
lear"
Never had . better time" added
you we're a dear to invite u.s." e1- ,
claimed Violet. I
Hope you write some more stories,"
Iail Eva /,
Whlle oil the rest were adding pro- I
use thanks, Marjory was mentally fg-
ring accounts. She discovered that
h I,,Neh>on hi11 favi "a roe fins IN