The Birmingham age-herald., 1912-01-07

As Molly entered Peggy's Boudoif yesterday morning she looked abou, only to see that young person up to her chin in pretty things before a big trunk
 on the floor heaped about her were all sorts of summery clothes-hat boxes oozing with tissue paper and parasols painted in spring Flowers-which stood like pert little maids here and there guarding piles of cobwehby lingerie and silk stockings of many colors, matching slippers and pumps as varied as a rainbow.
 Are you getting ready to be mar ried?" Molly eiactulated as she entered the room.
 Better still,' said Peggy jubilantly, I'm off to Palm Beach tomorrow aft ernoon. Aunt Bucretia has wired mo to join her. She sent nearly all these pretty things in advance from New York-from a fashionable atelier that tells you what to wear and saves you the embarrassment of getting the wrong things. It's my Christmas Pres ent. We are going to pay New.Y ears visit to the American Riviera"
 "But l ++1uught you adored Birming ham during the season." Molly inter- rupted.
 T do,a responded Peggy, but when IDA AhIll tIucTtlid SdJSt COIlcs uli like a turkey. She is so rich and so able to afford everything she gives me, and I-well, I'm not able to re- fuse Like the girl who hated potato balls for breakfast and then later iu the day went motoring and got strand ed on the road for 1f hours and couldn't get anything to eat and every time she thought of the despised potato balls she cried for them like her heart would ,l i,,, fr,ey for Palm Beach and Miami and St. Au- gustine-some of these days"
 'Then you do hate to leave us?" Molly asked
 Peggy buried her face in d flower laden hat and said:
 'I loathe changes. My heart is sort of like sentimental pin cushion-one of those soft little fat ones you get at church bazars. Once l hang 1t on my dressing table it weeps tears of sawdust when l must move it.
 Then each one of your friends is a pin" Molly pouted.
 Precisely answered Peggy. "Fhere are blue headed pins and white headed pins, odd stick pins I have picked up here and there, and the plain little old everyday pins The rhine stone ones I realize are not genuine, but I couldn't get along without them. Then there are two or three heirlooms, odd cameos and old fashioned rubies in the shape of an occasional parent, or a devoted sister or cousin. Ohl yes-the little pin cushion is full of pns and every time lose one of them there's the empty lit- tie place to reproach me-
 Why do you go and leave us if we mean so. much to you?'' Molly said jeal- ously. If I felt that way | wouldn't go As for me, l hate the gold plated hotels and the brass plated people who frequent them on the American Riviera. q
 Peggy pirouetted before a tall, slender cheval glass and held up a. filmy chif- ion gown 10 see it's lines.
 Ut is just habit I've got of ptins invitations, said she, vain gloriously My rich aunt invites me; haven't the strength of character to refuse. She | is so rich that you can almost hear her money jingle when she walks. Sort of 1 Rings on Her Fingers and Bells on Her Toes She's as dull as ditch water with wit so dry it makes me thirsty She is good! Gee She's so good she makes me-worse. She considered me bright entertaining, if you please although with l the characteristic of some people and l wouldn't tell so to save my life+-but she informs my relatives with ,delghtfu naivette that I am-lots of fun
 Truth is when girl as pretty as yot | are, MOlly DeSdD with a nall uOzeI trunks full of pretty clothes-and- nd
 And what?" Peggy cried.
 ''When she plays the game" Molly kep on, whether it be society or Palm Beacf or the serious things of life. l say wher | she plays it fair and square-on the leve she gets what she gives, If you givt your rich old Aunt pleasure you'll ge pleasure"
 You see" said Peggy, studying tn, | hand painted violets on Pongee parasol 1 ''it is this way: Aunt Lucreta is dear | but she looks like white washed fenc, and is equally d-u-l-l. Dull as the rest Q the bloated bond holders. and fat, puffy red faced old danes who are playing II | the society Merry Go-Round, from on' years end to another. If she didn't hav' money she wouldn't he tolerated. Nobod, l loves her. they only endure her becaQs she has heaps and stacks of the filtlll lucre Ever notice that Cold Cash 0 | Charm is all that ever gets you any thing in this world and the people witt the cash are usually deadly dull and un kinteresting and those with Charm, ar, poor as church mice? If you have neithe -Piff,'
 "She was born to bore people. wa. i Aunt Lueretia.' Peggy went on" anC | because I'm a poor, struggling creature i with an empty trunk and plenty of friend: why I've got to pay the price of enter l taining her in order to get across tht state line now and then Aunt Lucretia 10 my mind is burdened more than any body I know with the unforgiyabe sin boring people. She has nothing on eart to give them but Money, Money Money