Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1913-08-15
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Or MOLLY
By MARIA THOMPSON
DAVIESS
Copyright. 1912. by the Bobbs-merrilI
Company

il all by themselves. And tears. from
another corner OF my heart entirely.
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
a quart bottle of his private stock with
the message TO put the mint to soak
lust 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. il must have been the cham
payne that made Tom act as he did
He was never Ike 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 my
self a long time | was very tall and
slim and-well. | suppose I 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 90 to church with Mr.. Carter. He
was always in a 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-
enee and total lack of style. | shrug-
ged my shoulder almost out Of the
dress with what | thought was sad
ness. though it felt a trife like TEN
per. too. and went on down into the
garden to see if any Of my flowers had
n cheer up message for me-
But it was a bored garden ! stepped
into Just as the last purple flush Of day
was being drunk down by the night.
The tail white lilies laid their heads
over on my breast and went TO sleep
before I had said q word TO them. and
the nasturtiums snarled around my
feet until they got my slippers stained
with green. Only Billy's bachelors
button stood up stiff and sturdy. slight
" flushed with imbibing the night dew.
and tipped me an impertinent wink
felt cheered at the sight Of them and
bent down 10 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 Or. John teasingly ~
he stopped beside me- Leave a few
for-for the others" walked up in
half second and 50 did all those prying
flowers. felt sure.
Il was just gathering them for place
borouets for-for the girls" | said stu
mildly as moved over little nearer TO
aim why it is that the minute that
man comes near NE gel warm and
comfortable and stupid. and rs young
us Riuv and bubhly and sad and hap
nv and cross. is more than ] can say.
but DO.
I never possibly know how to an
swer any remark that he may happen
to make unless il 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" be added
under his breath SO could just hear it.
I wish Mrs johnson could nave heard
how soft his voice fingered over that
little half sentence. She was 50 ex-
perienccd she could have told ne if it
meant-but. of course. he isn't ike 9th
er men.
There are lots of questions I'm going
to ask Alfred after I'm married to him
AIR. Carter didn't know anything
about anything aHl never carei e.
ask him. bu5 J wonder bow son ka9w
whom
"Oh son Molly" came hail m
Toms voice fvan the gita 'rst aS
was making up nay mind To- thy to
think up something 10 wither the dos
tor with. and he and Ruth came az
the front walk to meet us. I wondered
why | was having q party in my house
when being alone in my garden with
just Il neishbor was so much more fun.
but had to begin to enjoy myself
right OF. for in few minutes all the
rest came.
don't think ever saw my house
look So lovely before. Mrs. Johnson
had put all the flowers ont of hers and
Mrs. Gains garden all ove- 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 ike that which comes
from really old polished silver and
rosewood and mahogany. aud ones
Observation-Disclosures hand woven
linen feels like oriental silk across ones
knees.
suddenly leit very a.e.g oH
erendl my aud responsible as Z lea
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