Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1913-07-05

have been q little more considerable
about discussing Alfred's London tri-
umph over the Italian mission. As
punishment I let Tom put his arm
around my waist as we stood watch
ing them drive off and then was sorry
for the left gray horse that SHE'D and
came in for a crack Of the judges irri-
tated whip.
Then I refused to let Tom come In
side the gate an6 he went down the
street whistling. only when he got to
the purple lilac he turned and kissed
his hand TO me. That Mrs. Johnson
Just couldn't stand, and she came
across the street Immediately and call
ed me back to the gate.
"You are tempting Providence, Mol:
ly Carter" she exclaimed decidedly.
Don't you know Tom Pollard is moth
ing but fly up the creek? As hus-
band he'd chew the rope and run
away like puppy the first time you:
back was turned. Besides being your
cousin, he's younger than you. What
do you mean?"
Hes just a week younger. Mrs.
Johnson, and I wouldn't tie him for
worlds, even If I married him." l said
meekly. Somehow / like Mrs. johnson
enough to be meek with her and it
always brings her to a higher point of
! excitement
Tie, nonsense: marrying is ropinS
| In with ball and chain, to my mind.
And a week between a man and
woman in their cradles gets to be If
| teen 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 for
supper" And she began to hurry
away.
81 don't believe you'll be able to
make it q silent session about me.
Mrs. Johnson" called after her, and
she laughed back from her own front
gate. MarriG - is the only worm in
the bud of MI. Johnson's life. and her
laugh has snap to- it even If it is not
very sugary sweet sos
WhNl told Judy about the dinner
party and asked her to get the yellow
barber TO come help her and her neph-
ew wait on the table she grinned such
wide grin that was afraid of being
swallowed. She understood that Aunt
Adeline wouldn't be interested IN 1t I'M
It'll l had time to tell her all about it
Anyway. she will be going over to
Springfield on a pilgrimage to see Mr..
Henderson's 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 l had most royal good time.
always have had lots of company, but
mostly the spend the day kind with
relatives or more relatives to supper
That's what most entertaining in Hills
boro is like; but, as l say, once in
awhile the old slow PAGER wakes up.
I'll never forget my first real diRcar
party, as the flower girl for Caroline
Evans wedding, when she married the
Chicago millionaire, from which Hills
boro has never yet recovered. l was
sixteen. felt dreadfully naked without
a tucker in my dress and saw Alfred
his first. can hardly stand thinking
about how he hooked even now.
haven't been to very many dinner par
ties in my life, but from this time on
mean to indulge in them often. Can
ee light, pretty women's shoulders,
black coat sleeves, cut glass and flow
ers are good ingredients for q joy
drink, and why not?
But when got to planning about the
gorgeous food wanted to give them
all / got into what | feel came near
being serious trouble. It was writ
Ing down the recipe for the nesselrode
pudding they make in my family that
undid me. Suddenly hunger rose up
from nowhere and gripped me by the
throat. gnawed me all over like bone,
then shook me until was limp and un-
resisting. 1 must have astraliZed my
self down to the pantry. for when
became conscious | found myself in
company with loaf of bread, plate
OF butter and huge jar of jam.
sat down by the long table by the
window, and slowly prepared to enjoy
myself. | cut off four slices and but
tered them to an equal thickness and
then more slowly put a long silver
spoon into the jam. / even paused tC
admire in Judy's mirror over the table
the effect of the cascade of lace thai
fell across my arm and lost itself IL
the blue simmer of old Rene's master
piece of negligee. then deep down j
buried the spoon in the purple sweet
ness. had just lifted it high in the
air when out of the lilac scented darh
Of the garden came laugh.
why, Molly, Molly. MollyT drawled
that miserable man doctor as he came
and leaned on the sill right close tc
my elbow. The spoon crashed on the
table. and / turned and crashed into
words.
You are cruel. cruel. John Moore
and / hate you worse than | ever did
before. If that is possible. I'm hun
cry, hungry to death, and now you've
spoiled it all! Go away before wet
this nice crisp bread and jam with
tears into a mush I'll have to eat with
| sDoOn. You don't know what IL IL n