Charlevoix county herald., 1913-08-09


venture"
Yes, Mollie, but this is too dan.
gerous to be funny. II Jack ever
hears of it, he will be angry enough
to divorce you, and | wouldn't blame
him if he did. You know he has a
temper"
Pooh! Jack is lamb; l am not
4 bit afraid of Jack; he is so tame;
just like a canary bird fed on lung
sugar | know he would be shocked
and such a thing would never enter
his dear, old head, but | am going to
do it anyway
Lii sighed: We'll, Mollie, remember
| do not approve of this thing at all
Whose picture will you send? Not
your own, of course"
Il can get one somewhere. | want
one of beautiful young girl. That
one in your room. the one Amy Brown
gave you will do: can have it,"
Yes, | suppose. but l do wish you
would give up this crazy scheme, Mol
lie."
Sober, staid, quiet Jack Bates, find
ing it impossible to leave his business
in the city had sent his young and
pretty wife out to her sister, who lived
alone in a quiet little village.
Mollie answered the advertisement
of the unknown B. l.. K. and anx.
iously awaited results, which came in
few days in the shape of an answer.
The correspondence progressed rap
idly. He praised her eyes, limited that
life would be more worth living with
her by his side. and urged her to meet
him in the city soon.
Mollie Bates, daring of spirit, low
ing adventure more than anything
else in the world, promised to meet
him sometime but did not name a
date.
His letters were warm, tender, low.
ing. He had advanced so far as to
call her pet names.
Mollie had had more amusement
than she ever imagined possible in
that quiet. out-of-the-way place.
II do wish Jack wouldn't write me
letters on a typewriter; it always
seems like a business letter There's
no sentiment in this kind of a letter.
It's been so long since have seen his
writing | would never recognize it,
know"
You ought to be thankful to get
any kind OF a letter from him.
should think your conscience would
give you no peace" answered Lii,
the righteous.
Mollie decided to have one lark and
then go home. After much thinking
as to time and place, she agreed to
meet the unknown B. L. K. at the
Allendayle cafe at IL. She decided to
go into the city on the interurban.
take lunch with him and then go back
and tell Lii what jolly time she had
had.
Her car was a few minutes late.
viii he be waiting" she wondered.
Really, this is equal to a schoolgirl
romance: and dear, old Jack would be
shocked at me or any other woman
doing such a dreadful thing" She
fastened to the trysting place. All
the way to the city she had been try
ing to picture what he would look like
and what he would say He was to
wear white carnation on the right
lapel OF his coat. and she had agreed
to wear pink one on her left shout
der. How ridiculous IL all seemed,
and what an adventure IL was, too
She walked with her head up and
a firm step; only a moment now and
she would reach the cafe door. She
adjusted her veil, put one hand back
to the meeting place of waist and
skirt. gave a hitch here, pull there.
drew a deep breath, opened the door
and walked into the room.
"Why, hello, Mollie, what has
brought you to the city today?" anx-
iously asked Jack, looking steadily at
the pink carnation on her shoulder
II CAME came to see you, jack"
stammered Mollie, blushing a rosy
red.
She was only sure of one thing:
safely pinned to the right lapel Of
Jacks coat-dear dignified, sedate,
charming Jack-was a white carna-
ton.
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