The News-Herald. [volume] (Hillsboro, Highland Co., Ohio) 1886-1973, 1913-08-07

/ buOIDeT CORNER VI my uedTL euLiTeiys
rose to my eyes at the thought, but
they. too. never fell, for heard Mrs.
johnson calling, and | had to run
down quick and see what new delica-
cy had arrived for my party.
| Uncle Thomas Pollard had sent me
/ quart bottle of his private stock with
/ the message to put the mint to soak
| just one hour and twenty minutes be-
fore the men came. | made room for
| it beside the case of champagne on the
cellar shelf and wondered how they
! would stand 1t all. We don't have
/ champagne often in Hillsboro. and
when we do nobody seems to want to
! cut down on the juleps consequently
well. nothing ever really happens!
! However, 1t must have been the cham
pagne that made Tom act as he did
He was never like that before.
Somehow | didn't enjoy dressing to-
night for my dinner as ! did for the
dance, and when | was through | stood
before the mirror and looked at N.Y.
self long time | was very tall and
slim and-well. ! suppose | might say
regal in that amethyst Grape with the
soft rose point. but | looked TO myself
about the eyes as ! had been doing for
years when ! put on my Sunday clothes
to go to church with Mr. Carter He
4 was always in q hurry and | didn't
care about looking at myself In the
mirror anyway Nobody else ever
looked at me and what was the use?
And tonight that Rene triumph made
me feel no different from one of Miss
Hettie Primm's conceptions that | had
been wearing for ages with indiffer
ence and total lack of style. shrug-
ged my shoulder almost out of the
dress with what | thought was sad
ness. though it felt trifie like tem-
per, too. and went on down into the
garden to see If any of my flowers had
a cheer up message for me.
! But 1t was bored garden | stepped
into just as the last purple flush of day
was being drunk down by the night
| The tall white lilies laid their heads
over on my breast and went to sleep
before ! had said a word to them. and
{ the nastllrtiums snarled around my
/ feet until they got my slippers stained
| with green Only Billy's bachelors
button stood. up stiff and sturdy. slight
/ ly flushed With imbibing the night dew,
/ and tipped me an impertinent wink.
felt cheered at the sight of them and
: bent down TO gather a bunch of them
| to wear. even if they did swear at my
amethyst draperies. when an amused
smile that was done out loud came
/ from the path just behind me.
Don't gather them all tonight Mrs
Peaches" said DR. John teasingly as
he stopped beside me. Leave few
for--for the others" | walked up in q
half second and so did all those prying
! flowers. felt sure.
81 was just gathering them for place
bouquets for-for the girls" | said stu
pidly as | moved over a little nearer TO
him Why it is that the minute that
man comes near me | get warm and
comfortable and stupid, and as young
as Billy and bubby and sad and hap
py and crt,ss, is more than | can say.
, but do.
I never possibly know how to an
swer any remark that he may happen
to make unless it is something that
makes me lose my temper. His next
remark was the usual spark.
/ Better give them the run of the
garden-alone. Mrs. Molly. No show
for 'em unless you do" he said laugh
ingly, "or the buttons either" he added
under his breath so could just hear it,
l wish Mrs. Johnson could have heard
| how soft his voice fingered over that
, little half sentence. She was so ex-
perienced she could have told me if it
meant-but of course, he isn't like 9th
er men.
to ask Alfred after I'm married to him
MIR. Carter didn't know anything
about anything and l never cared to
ask him, but ! wonder how you know
when
"Oh. you Mollyw came a hail in
| Toms voice from the gate. just as
was making up my mind to try to
! think up something to wither the doc
tor with. and he and Ruth came up
! the front walk to meet us. wondered
why was having a party in my house
when being alone in my garden with
just neighbor was SO much more fun,
but | had to begin to enjoy myself
right off. for in a few minutes all the
rest came.
| don't think | ever saw my house
look so lovely before. Mrs. Johnson
had put all the flowers out of hers and
Mrs Gains garden all over everything.
and the table was a mass of soft pink
roses that were shedding perfume and
nodding at one another in their most
society manner There is no glimmer
in the world like that which comes
from really old polished silver and
rosewood and mahogany, and ones
great-great-grandmo hand woven
linen feels like oriental silk across one 8
knees.
Suddenly felt very stately and
granddamey and responsible as l look
ed at them all across the roses and
sparkling glasses. They were lovely