Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1915-04-18
"Just as we promised. +"

ly's hair lovingly. "Sit down, Dear, and
tell me all about it,"
"Dont you want good look at my
wedding dress first?" Molly went to the
wardrobe and took down the wondrous
gown. She held it at arms length, while
Frances examined it from bodice to train
When the latter had exhausted her supply
of CALCULATIONS she held up her hands in
token of the futility of words.
Molly beamed. This was pleasure to
which she had long looked forward II
had it made early" she explained, "be-
cause II just wanted it,"
"All can say, Molly, is that it is lovely
enough for you," burst out Frances. al
have seen lots of brides and lots of gowns,
but never anything like it or you, or
this array here" She turned to examine
the webby things Molly had taken from
the bureau. "There are garments one
sees at times" she said, "that seem little
too spritelike for flesh and blood; but there
never were things like these before. And
they just match you. am not trying to
turn your head: it is the truth. You have
swept me off my feet"
Molly laid the wedding dress on the bed
and smoothed out it's folds and pillows.
Behold the bride!" she cried dramatically,
waving her hand toward it. Frances,
how will ever feel in that with everybody
looking?"
"Now for the Prnce!' said Frances.
MOLLY stepped toward the bureau
A'A her eyes sparkling, one hand eagerly
outstretched; but suddenly she paused.
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framed, one in silver the other in bronze.
Molly looked irresolutely from one to the
other. Her lips defied her control for a
moment; then with an effort she masked
her emotions and returned to Frances.
"Frances, she said, 81 told you that
that" Her voice wavered, and Frances
eyes narrowed quizzically. Molly braced
herself as if for an ordeal. a told you
that you would have to choose the girls
husband, and you must
molly Canfeld!" A laugh hung srs-
pended in the surprised exclamation
Seeing Molly looking toward the two pho
tographs, she did likewise, and was can
didly puzzled.
Molly turned her face away for mo-
ment. II see that must make you under
stand" she said when she again faced
Frances.
"Why, yes, Dear. You talk queer
Tell me everything"
"All right. Sit here.
Frances sat in a low rocker, and Molly
dropped to the floor at her feet
"Ill begin at the beginning, said Mol
ly, "and if your ideas of love are beginning
to waver, take courage. You are twenty
four; so think know what you are be-
ginning to feel"
Frances drew in her under lip. Taking
courage from the experience of girl who,
almost on the eve of an elaborate wedding.
was still undecided as to the identity of
the bridegroom-to-be was not according
to her lights. She looked keenly at Molly;
but Molly was looking at the floor.
"a year ago, at twenty-three, contn-
ued Molly, 81 had begun to feel discour-
aged began to wonder if all our ideas,
yours and mine, We're wrong, and if had
expected too much-the-m miracle we used .
to talk about, you know.
Nothing had happened, and | was on
the verge of believing that it was all II
myth, the-the big thing, and that you
had to use just good judgment in select
ing; or rather in accepting for girl can't
do the selecting outwardly. And when