Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1913-04-16

| the purple lilac he turned ana Kissed
his hand to me. That, Mrs Johnson
Just couldn't stand and she came
across the street Immediately and
called me back to the gate.
you are tempting Providence,
Molly Carter" she exclaimed decid-
edly Don't you know Tom Pollard
is nothing but y-up-the-creek? AS
husband he'd chew the rope and
run away like a puppy the first time
your back was turned. Besides be-
ing your cousin he's younger than
you. What do you mean?'
Hes just a week younger. Mrs
Johnson, and | wouldn't tie him for
worlds. even II I married him" I said
meekly. Somehow 1 like Mrs. john
son enough to be meek with her, and
1t always brings her to a higher point
of excitement.
Tie, nonsense; marrying is rop-
| ing in with ball and chain, TO my
mind, and a week between a man ana
woman in their cradles gets TO pc
fifteen years between them and their
graves. I'm going to make you the
subject of a silent prayer at the next
missionary meeting, and l must go
home now to see that Sally COOKS up
few of Mr. Johnson's crotchets tor
supper" and she began to hurry
away.
1T don't believe you'll be able to
make It a silent session about me,
Mrs. Johnson" called after her, ana
she laughed back from her own front
gate. Marriage is the only worm III
the bud of Mrs. Johnsons me- anu
her laugh has a snap to 1t, even II
| IT is not very sugary sweet
| When | told Judy about the dinner
marty and asked her to get the yell
| low barber to come help her and her
nephew wait on the table she grinned
such a wide grin that | was afraid
of being swallowed. She understood
that Aunt Adeine wouldn't be IN
terested in it until | had time to tel
her all about 1t. Anyway, she Will ne
going over to Springfield on Pill
erimmage to see Mr.. Henderson
sister next week. She doesn't know
it yet, but | do:
After that | spent all the rest OF
the evening in planning my dinner
party and | had a most royal goou
time. l always have had lots Oh
company. but mostly the spend-'ne-
day kind with relatives, or more reia-
tiyes to supper. That's what most
entertaining in Hillsboro is like, but
as saw, once in a while the old $40"
PAGER wakes up.
Iu never forget my first real DIN
ner party, as the flower girl FOR caro-
line Evans's wedding. when she mar
Rod the Chicago millionaire, from
which Hillsboro has never yet reeoV-
cred was 16, felt dreadfully naked
without a tucker in my. dress, anu
saw Alfred for the first time In eve
ming clothes-his first. | can hardly
stand thinking about how he looked
even now. haven't been to very
MANY dinner parties in my lie, put
from this time on l mean TO lhuuise
| In them often. Candle-nSht' pretty
women's shoulders, black coat
sleeves. cut glass and howers are
good ingredients for joy-drink, ana
why not?
But when | got to planning ABOUT
the gorgeous food l wanted to give
them ALI I got into what | feel came
naar heing a serious trouble. 1t was
writing down the recipe for the mes
selrode pudding they make In my
family that undid me. Suddenly nun
ger rose up from nowhere anc
gripped me by the throat, gnaWed me
all over like a bone, then shook me
until | was limp and unresisting.
must have astralized myself down &c
the pantry, for when l became. con-
scious I found myself in company
with a loaf of bread, a plate OF out
ter and huge jar Of jam.
sat down by the long table by the
window and slowly prepared to en-
| ioy myself. l cut off four slices anc
buttered them to an equal thickness
and then more slowly put a Ions
silver spoon into the jam. l ever
paused to admire In Judy's mirror
over the table the effect of the cas-
cade of lace that fell across my arm
and lost itself in the blue simmer
of. old Rene's masterpiece of negli'
gee then deep down | buried the
| spoon in the purple sweetness
| had Just lifted 1t high in the air wher
out of the lilac-scented dark of the
garden came a laugh.
"Why, Molly, Molly, Molly!'
drawled that miserable man doctor
as he came and leaned on the sill
right close to my elbow. The spoor
crashed on the table and l turned
and crashed into words.
"You are cruel, cruel, John Moore
and / hate you worse than | eve
did before, il that is possible. In
hungry, hungry to death, and nov
you've spoiled 1t all! Go away befor'
wet this nice crisp bread and jan
with tears into a mush I'll have L
eat with a spoon. You don't know
what IL is to want something swee
so bad you are willing to steal it
from yourself,' fairly blazed m,
eyes down into his and moved as IA
away from him as the table would
let me.
Don't I. Molly?" he asked softly
after looking straight in my eye
for q long minute that made me drol
my head until the blue bow l hat
tied on the end of my long plai
almost got into the scattered jam
Even at such a moment as that
Lfelt how glad old Rene would hav'
been to have given such nice maj
as the doctor a treat like that blu
silk chef d'oeuvre of hers. l wa
glad myself
Don't l, Peaches?" he asked again
in a still softer voice. Again I hat
that sensation of being against some
thing warm and great and good lik,
your own mothers breast and
don't know how l controlled it enough
not Toto
We'll have some jam then,'
A managed to say with a little laugl
as [ turned AWAY and nicked un tn