The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1912-04-18
Marjjory's Little
Effort

do you honestly and truly think it's
| good, girls? Are you positive you are
not fattering me?" asked Marjory OF
her literary society, known as The
| light"
It's splendid" answered Nan, de-
cidedly
Just DEAR" added Ted.
IT'S toe cute for anything" said
Eyaritus.
| Il consider it strong story, even
If l say so myself" said Mrs. Morse,
Mildreds sister, while the other four
girls added evidence of their appre-
citation of Marjory's literary ability.
I've read it and reread it SO many
times myself that l can't Judge, but
| am glad you girls like it. Mother
said: BY all means send it 10 the pa
per, my child but mother has known
me so many years that she is in
Ct nsd to be partial to anything | do,
from, Irish crochet lace to writing
stories.
Brother Bob says that he has read
n ny poor stories in his day, but this is
tie worst. He advises me to save the
money ! 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 | read it to him,
because the laundry failed to return
dinner dance. | don't care what he
says, if you girls really like it,"
Il love it." said Ted. "If you don't
send that story to 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. If you insist, it goes. All hold
your breath, and, if it 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. Gorge0us!"
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 a 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"
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 tbs true"
We've made arrangements for me
to give my luncheon--to meet at II
o'clock next Saturday" said Mar
jory a 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 them
81 think ! will do likewise" said Mrs.
Morse with a laugh.
"Oh, dear, now I'm a literary WON
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 q 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 1t at this
late hour What shall 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 / suppose I'll have to
submit to the inevitable" said Mar
jory, as she left the room to call up
the garage.
CAS- Marjory babe goodby to her
friends after the affair was over,
Edith said
ut was a perfectly lovely luncheon
dear"
Never had better time" added
Dorothy.
You were a 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 fig
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 paltry ten dol
lar check.
Serves me right" she said to MIL
dred that night. I'm always so i'm.
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"
She Was All Right, But
They met for the first time since
their meeting in Europe the previous
summer.
"And did you have a pleasant voy.
age homer" asked the hostess.
I'VE dld-very," was the answer.