Cheraw chronicle. [volume] (Cheraw, S.C.) 1896-2005, 1916-01-13

cial lights might presume to shine
with authorization, everybody who
waS anybody made 1t u point to be
there and compare artillery. They
made it n special point this year since
Governor Waver's term was expiring,
and share at least of the governors
social glory would flicker out with his
office.
Molly Marley in the first breathing<
moment after the grand circle of introS
ductions led Fern about the stately
modern mansion with an air Of pro-
prietorship, for this was her second
visit, and she displayed with glee the
conservatory fountains, the marble
swimming pool, the pipe organ, the
outdoor sleeping rooms and the sunken
gardens. all Of which she had mention
ed to Sledge the previous day. She
had not known until afterward that
she had had this very place in mind.
'It's dream" declared Fern, with
awed enthusiasm. wouldn't you like
to own wonderful place like this,
Molly?"
'It isn't worth the moral price,"
judged Molly. looking about the beau
tiful grounds with sigh Of admira-
ton. nevertheless. 1T would be nice,
though after ALL" she finally admitted.
"Mrs. Waver doesn't seem to enjoy
it." wondered Fern. "She hides as
much as possible, think"
"She has never overcome her fear Of
using the wrong fork" guessed Molly.
"That wasn't nice, Fern" she quickly
added. Mrs. Waver is a good. sweet
woman, like my own mother, but l
don't believe she is quite comfortable
In all this magnifcence. Governor
Waver, on the other hand, likes 1t and
consequently looks ms If he belonged
here"
"Thats the trouble with most mar.
riages," observed Fern from the depth
Of her twcnty-one years Of wisdom.
They're so unequal. It's perfectly
ghastly, Molly. for either man or q
woman to marry beneath ones own
capabilities Of expansion"
"What does it say on the next page"
laughed Molly.
They were winding up out Of the
quantity lighted sunken gardens, and
they both stopped to admire the cold
ly severe beauty Of the big white mar
BILE house as it lay cleaning IN the
moonlight.
THAT there's no danger Of that with
you and Bert, you lucky girl" replied
Fern, with q queer. note in her voice,
at which Molly wondered. "Bert's
dandy fellow. 1t makes me hopping
| mad on your account when anybody
| knocks him.
HAS the Lord Help the Absent
Member club got ut him, toop asked
Molly, with smile. Il thought only
| women were eligible for discussion"
They take anybody" dryly CON-
mented Fern But. after all, 1t Is
you who are up.
Me- gaspcd Molly. Tell me the
worst about myself
you've made sensational hit, gig
gled Fern. land that's enough to seno
you to the electrical chair any place.
However, they're taking 1t out In
pity" ,,,
felt assured at last Of her success.
But why pity:"
Bert" responded Fern, He isn't
here"
lie telephOned me this afternoon he
might be late said Molly, with a
slightly worried air. What Of it?"
Common malice. Oh view in the
cloakroom. has it that he is at the
present moment unpreSentable," stat
ed Fern and waited. 1T would be
absurd if il were not so mean. | gave
one cat a piece Of my mind about 1t.
the feather chinned woman with the
purple coincidence ribbons fastened on
her cerise chiffon with brass furniture
tacks."
Molly h0wicd at the description.
Wow she gaSped. That's Mrs.
Senator AllertOn What did you say
to herr"
THAT she seemed so happy to be
licve the worst and that
"I'll give You my little spangle ran
for that rs soon rs we 60 home,
promised Molly.
"Ycu're almost as liberal as Sledge,"
compIimcntcd Fern -! wouldn't give
UP that SpIm-!c fan for worlds. What
do you SUPPOSE is keeping Bert. Molly!
Hes probably slowed to use the
SIpd@c tii,iiorarv." responded Molly
calmly.
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