The Lamar register. [volume] (Lamar, Colo.) 1889-1952, 1912-04-10
Marjjory' S Little
Effort

good, girls? Are you positive you are
not fattering me2" asked Marjory Of
her literary society, known as The
Eight"
Its splendid" answered Nan. de-
cidedly.
Just DEAR" added Ted.
ITS too cute for anything" said
Eyaritus.
Il consider It strong story. even
II 1 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.
I've read 1t and reread it so many
times myself that l can't judge, but
l am glad you girls like it. Mother
said: BY all means send it to the pa
per, my child but mother tas known
me SO many years that she is 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 He advises me to save the
money 1 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 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, If you girls really like it."
II love it," said Ted. 'If 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, 1t goes. All hold
your breath. and, II 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 Morsei Comet oh, the
grandest thingl GorgeousI"
what is the matter? Are you en-
gagged? Who IL 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 could Just hug
that beautiful editori 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 tits it's true"
We've made arrangements for me
to give my luncheon-to meet at ~
o'clock next Saturday." said Mar
1ory 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 then"
II think I 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 mel"
"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
3ory.
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, 1t will have to be
taxis." weakly suggested Mildred.
Eight girls mean two taxis. It's
dreadful But suppose I'll have to
submit to thu Inevitable" said Mar.
jory, as she left the room to call up
the garage.
"As Mar1ory babe goodby to her
friends after the affair was over,
Edith ,aid:
1T was a perfectly lovely luncheon.
DEAR"
Never had q 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 T. ks. Marjory was mentally fig