Barton County democrat. [volume] (Great Bend, Kan.) 1885-1915, 1912-02-16
.Marjory' Little
Q Effort o.


not fiattering me?" asked Marjory Of
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.
81 consider II q strong story. even
IL say so myself" said Mrs Morse,
Mildred's sister, while the other four
girls added evidence Of their appre-
citation Of Mariory's literary ability.
I've read it and reread 1t so many
times myself that / can't Judge, but
l am glad you girls like It. Mother
said: BY all means send 1t to the pa
per, my child but mother has known
me so many years that she is in.
clined to be partial to anything / 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 He advises me to save the
money l spend in paper, envelopes,
stamps and typewriting and send 1t
to some poor worthy family. He says
Uncle Sans mail department should
not be compelled to carry such litera-
ture. But Bob is no critic. He was
cross, anyway, when l read 1t to him,
because the laundry failed to return
his pet white vest in time for Violets
dinner dance. don't care what he
says, If you girls really like IT,"
81 love it," said Ted. IF you don't
send that story TO a magazine, Mar
iory Morton, I'll never speak to you
again. Any editor with good judgment
will eagerly grasp it."
well, you girls know what you.
know. II you insist, it goes. All hold
your breath, and, if 1t is accepted, I'll
treat you girls to a fine luncheon"
Ten days later Marjory burst into
Mildred's house with: Mildred! NIL
dred Morton Morse! Come! oh, the
grandest 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. I
just received a check for ten dollars.
I'm an authoress. Behold me, your
sister, Marjory Morton! My name in
print! Wonderful! l 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 IL
o'clock next Saturday" said Mar
jory short while later. so be on
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"
81 think will do likewise" said Mrs.
Morse with a laugh.
ooh, 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 around" 1t poured and
poured and poured.
"Since the time of Noah there has
never been such 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 | do? No one
but a 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 l suppose I'll have to
submit to the inevitable" said Mar
jory, as she left the room to call up
the garage.
"As Mariory babe goodby to her
friends after the affair was over,
Edith said:
1T was perfectly lovely luncheon,
dear"
Never had a better time" added
Dorothy.
you we're dear to invite U.S." ex.
claimed Violet.
Hope you write some more stories"
said Eva.
While all the rest were adding pro.
fuse thanks, Marjory was mentally fg.
uring accounts. She discovered that
/ the luncheon bill, taxi fares, tips to
chauffeur, maids, and small corsage
bouquets, amounted to exactly s19.25
while at home rested a paltry ten dol
lar check.
SERVES me right" she said to Mil
dred that night. I'm always so i'm
! pglsive with issuing my invitations.
"But We did have a jolly lark. Guess
e I'll run upstairs and write another
story. No matinee for me this week.