Evening capital news. (Boise, Idaho) 1901-1927, 1917-03-05
The
HIGHFLYERS
BY MRS. EVA LEONARD.
MARJORIE AND MOLLlE EX-
CHANGE SECRETS.

O''NNSG S1ShG -
isn't this cozy?" Mollie Jaynes
leaned back in her low rocker in
front of the blazing hearth. Il am so
glad my house is going to be like
this. l fell in love with it the first
time l saw it, that night we were here
to dinner" She smiled happily up into
Marjory's face.
And your house is coming on so
nicely" answered Marjory, drawing
her chair up beside that of Mollie.
Yes, but it seems so slow. l can
not walt to get into my own home"
There was an eager note in the voice.
Every woman has that longing for
her own home planted in her at birth,
suppose" laughed the girl. No 9TH
er place can be the same no matter
how welcome she Is" A wistful look
was in the upturned face but Mollie
made no reply.
Did you bring your sewing as l
told you tor" continued Mariory. Il
have new machine. This was our
last purchase. You see we could not
get everything at once but we are
gradully getting what we need. My
machine is a beauty. Come and see
are able to have what we really want
and what will last us a lifetime"
| Marjory led the way to the alcove in
the sunny dining room which did serv-
ice for sewing room.
'Jll get my sewing bag. 1t is with
my wraps" Molie had admired the
new machine to the satisfaction of its
proud owner.
What are you making?" asked
Marjory, bringing her own sewing
basket and drawing up her chair to
the fire.
See" Mollie held up a tiny gar
ment. II thought l would enjoy sew
ing on these things where there was
some one l could talk to about them
and -" She stopped and blushed.
How fine!" Marjory stopped and
whispered something in Mollie's ear.
| Really? What good times we can
have sewing together" exclaimed Mol
lie. 81 have wanted to talk to some
one, some woman, and of course
can't talk to Julia. Isn't she sweet?
love her dearly. She has been devo-
ton itself to me-
And you can't talk to Clyde's moth
err" asked Marjory, looking keenly at
the girl to see the effect of her ques-
ton.
| "Oh, no." She stopped. IT am afraid
she does not like me; has not forgiven
me for marrying Clyde" she added
after a pause.
Forgiven your" repeated Marjory
in surprise. What has she to for
give?"
HE is the only boy, your know and
she loves him better than anything
else on earth, and now she thinks l
have taken him away from her."
! why, he is right here. You are to
live in Fairport." exclaimed Marjory.
Mollie smiled a faint little smile.
You do not understand. Clyde has
no eyes for anyone else when l am
around, she says. ! even asked Clyde
to pay more attention to his mother
and less to me when we were with
them. but that made him suspect that
she had been saying something to
me. l did not want him to know, so
I subsidized Oh, dear!" She sighed a
tremulous little sigh.
You ought not to have this to stand
now of all times" burst out Mar
jory angrilJ. You tell Clyde and
nave iilill yOu away
ooh, mol" The tone was frightened.
Il could not do that. 1t is a little
town and everything one does is COM
mented upon" Her cheeks were scar
let. People would say at once that
l could not get along with Clyde's
family, and really they are lovely to
me. Worse than all that 1t would
make a breach between Clyde and his
mother and it would hurt that blessed
man, his father. | never saw anyone
so lovely as ne is. If only | could
make her like me-" The brown eyes
filled with tears and the little chin
quivered
You dear little thing" exclaimed
Mallory, throwing herself down on her
knees by Mollie's side and putting her
arms around her You tell me all
about 1t. Perhaps l can help you. At
any rate, it will ease you to talk it
all over with someone who sympa~
thizes with you. and can be trusted
with your trouble"
(To be contnued)