The Cairo bulletin., 1912-02-29
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.Marjjoy' 5 Little
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DO you honestly and truly think dts
good. girls? Are you positive you are
not flattering me?" asked Marjory OF
her literary society, known as The
Eight"
ITS splendid" answered Nan. de-
cidedly.
Just DEAR" added Ted.
T tits too cute for anything" said
Evaritus.
" Il consider It a strong story. even
II say SO myself" said Mrs. Morse.
Mildred's sister while the other four
girls added evidence OF their appre-
citation Of Marjory's literary ability.
7 I've read It and reread It so many
times myself that / can't Judge, but
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 IL in.
clined to be partial to anything l do.
from Irish crochet lace to writing
stories. ess
Brother Bob says that he has read
many poor stories In his day, but this IL
the, worst. He advises me to save the
money l spend in paper, envelopes,
stamps and typewriting and send It
to7sorne 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 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."
II love it." said Ted. III you don't
send that story to a magazine, Mar
jory Morton, I'll never speak to you
again. ANY editor with good Judgment
will eagerly grasp It,"
well, you girls know what you
know. If you insist, It goes. All hold
your breath, and, II 1t Is accepted, I'll
treat you girls to fine luncheon"
Ten days later Marjory burst into
Mildred's house with: Mildred! Mil
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 check for ten dollars.
I'm an authoress. 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"
''7""Don't forget the promised lunch
con- said Mrs. Morse.
= "That's so," answered Marjory. "Why
did make such rash promise? 'Ah,
pity it's It's true"
We've made arrangements for me
to give my luncheon--to meet at 10
O'Clock next Saturday" said Mar
jory short while later. $50 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"
Il think will do likewise" said Mrs.
Morse with laugh ,t ta
\ "Oh, dear, now I'm a 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
Tor mel"
"Mariory, your success has surely
gone to your head. Be calm and
placid" said her sister.
Saturday came, as Saturdays will,
blt this particular Saturday THE rain
was raining all around" II poured and
poured and poured.
"Since the time Of Noah there has
ne1er been such deluge," walled Mar
iory. y
Cant you postpone your luncheon
until the sun rises?" questioned MIL
bred.
Decidedly not. It's all ordered.
Can't possibly countermand 1t at this
late hour. What shall | do? No one
but duck could go on foot In this
Storm questioned the hostess.
: Tim afraid, sis, 1t win 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.
jory, as she left the room to call up
the garage.
"As Marjory babe goodby to her
friends after the affair was over,
Edith said:
ut was perfectly lovely luncheon,
dear"
Never had better time," added
Dorothy seeteaa a r*
!. "You were dear to invite u.s." ex-
claimed Violet. ,Hat h
Hope you write some more stories.-
said Eva. ,ti7sv .4sast ..s
While all the rest were adding pro.
fuse thanks, Marjory was mentally f1g-
uring accounts. She discovered that
the luncheon bill, taxi fares, tips to
chauffeur, maids, and small corsage
bouquets, amounted to exactly 1925,
while at home rested a paltry ten dol
lar check.
Serves me right" she said to Mil
bred that night. I'm always so Inn
pulsive with issuing my invitations.
"But we did have jolly lark. Guess
I'll run upstairs and write another
story. No matinee for me this week"
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