Tulsa daily world. [volume] (Tulsa, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1905-1919, 1917-07-29

who entered at the moment. lie had
caught hold OF her arms just above
the elbow before he saw Mr. Pollock,
who was glowering at him from the
hearth rug. His fingers gave a swift,
reassuring pressure before he drop
ped his hands. lie looked from Pol
lock to Molly
'Awfully sorry If I'm disturbing
YOU" he said. We've run out OF
chalk IN the billiard room and Mrs.
Sanderson said should find some
IN the drawer here"
Don't run away" said Molly in a
low, urgent voice. 81 want to talk
to you. I'll be back in a minute" and
she ran out of the room. Molly went
swiftly thru the deserted hall past
The silent piano, and up the stairs.
When she reached Mrs. Lees door her
courage slackened somewhat,
Never in all her life had Molly
done any OF the petty, dishonorable
actions many schoolgirls indulge in.
Now. Just because Mrs. Lee was sus-
pected of being a spy. she in her turn
was going to spy on her. Molly went
thru, In a far lesser degree, what
Brent had been feeling alone in his
room that evening before dinner.
Then the thought Of Chris came surg
ing back at her and she gently turned
the handle of the door.
The room was In darkness she
switched on the light and entered,
shutting the door behind her. Her
heart was beating violently. She
knew that Mrs. Lee had been playing
smoker since dinner with Chris; and
now that he was IN the sitting room
with her father. Mrs. Lee might come
tuf %.
such a little thing as wishing to pow
der her nose. And then what could
Molly say at being caught in her
room? Nevertheless Molly could not
resist quick surrey, an attempt to
try to see something which would be
clew to Mrs. Lees personality.
AS n matter of fact. remarkably few
personal touches had been impaired to
the conventional white painted, chintz
hung apartment. over the cleaning
rail at the foot of the bed a WONDER
ful dressing gown had been thrown,
a barbaric thing of strong reds and
blue with gold thread shimmerins
thru II. very different dressing gown
from Mollys own little white wrapper
bordered with swans down. The
luggage showed signs of hard wear
the dressing table set was OF tortoise
Molly considered II rather bizarre.
Beside the mirror lay the handker-
chief sachet she had noticed before
dinner. Molly slipped her fingers in.
but they met only handkerchiefs. EN-
ploring further, she found an opening
in the lining. and this time pulled out
the folded sheet OF tracing paper. A
glance at il. tho of course she could
not understand It's import, told her
that II was some kind of plan. Thrust
Ing II in her own dress Molly turned
out the light, opened the door n little
way, listened, and crept out.
She felt different being as she
went down the stairs again. Could
this be she the Molly who had thousn,
life was all fun and happiness and
Chris? This Molly spied and stole,
and with a certain feeling of fierce
ness at the back of her mind which
she only remembered having expeii-
enced once before In her life, and that
was when as tiny girl her father
had threatened to have her dog de-
stroyed because he bit the postman.
Molly had fought then for her dog,
had raised every argument against the
postman and for her beloved Micky,
and she had won. Now she was fight
ing for something more vital. Ana
just as she would not have minded If
the postman had put stop to the
controversy by conveniently falling
down dead. so now she did not mlnu
what she could prove against Mrs. Lee
If she could only save Chris.
AS she reached the sitting room
door she heard Mr. Pollock's voic (,
booming even more loudly than usual,
and recognized in the sound of 1t that
he had lost his temper. His attempt
at diplomacy must have failed him,
and, anxious lest he had worked Chris
into one of his obstinate moods, Molly
broke in on them.
Silence fell as Molly entered. and
she looking from one to the other of
the two men.
ooh. father, what have you been