Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1917-08-13
BIZ JANE MCLEAN


Il must have left it in that book
took back to the library" Molly
exclaimed suddenly remembering
that she had been reading it the
day she returned her weekly supply
of books. The thing in question was
letter, an important letter that she
had written to her dearest woman
friend. Molly was a lonely little
thing and lived lonely life. She
had just one dear friend who taught
school in Manila, and because the dis
tance between them was so great
they had clung to each other, and
their letters were always fat and
each was filled with the heart Sc
crets of the other.
"Of course l don't suppose any,
one will read it," Molly terminated.
Mercy l hope not; L should hate to
think that anyone would be able to
believe me so utterly foolish. What
difference does it make if 1 don't
go to Cedar Crest. l can have just
as good a time on a farm"
Molly had not always been poor,
and because of that, it hurt worse
when she had to go without pleas
ures. And Molly still kept up ap-
pearances and went about with her
old friends, for she was a very i'm
portant little person, in deed, and
was genuinely liked for herself
alone. Everyone knew that the
fateful Davenport pride would have
been up in arms if it had been ever
so lightly suggested that she was an
outsider, and therefore Molly was
treated just like the others, and no
one but Luella, way out in the Phil
ippines knew how she pieced and
patched and wore her old clothes.
but nevertheless always managed to
look well.
This year she had saved up all
the small earnings that came to her
quarterly from what was left from
her fathers estate, and she was go
ing to spend every cent on real
vacation. She was going away
where her wardrobe wouldn't mat
ter and where she could rest. For
Molly Davenport was a secretary for
one of her fathers acquaintances,
Unused to hard work, there were
times when she never wanted to see
typewriter again.
She had been contented with the
idea of going away by herself where
she could be natural, when the Won
derfuI invitation had come to spend
a month at Cedar Crest. That invi-
tation changed her entire scheme
To go to Cedar Crest and see as
much as she wanted to of Bartly
Coombs, that was the most wonder
full thing that could happen to her
For Molly had seen a great deal OF
Bartly Coombs of late, and as she
was a lonely little thing at heart
Notwithstanding her many friends
there had been something about this
man that had attracted her deeply
She felt that they might get to be
real friends, as she and Luella were
and it would be so perfectly splendid
to have a man friend and to be able
to do things that she liked to do will
him.
But to go to Cedar Crest, where
the other girls would have perfec
wardrobes for every occasion, anC
to fiaunt before the eyes of the mar
! she wanted to think her perfect, hel
own poor little supply of made oveI
clothes would never do. Don't BLAME
| Molly too severely, you readers WHIT
are probably saying to yourselve
| that she should have had bette
sense. If you are young you know
| how essential pretty clothes are t.
! a girl and how foolish girl can b'
over the lack of them and If yo'
are not so young. perhaps you cal
remember back far enough to ad
NIT the truth.
But Molly, after a good thinl
about it. had given up the trip t,
Cedar Crest cheerfully enough. I
was only in the still watches of tn
night when she had poured out he
heart to Luella, that Molly's rea
longing had been voiced, and thel
she had accidentally left the lette
in library book.
The library was one of those ney
fiction Libraries, wherein the novel
of the day are circulated. Molly be
longed because evenings when sh
had nothing to do she read of lif
and romance and lots of things tha
she secretly craved. and the books
although light, did their part 4
passing many lonely hours for tn
girl. Hurrying around to the II
brary, where she was. well known
Molly made inquiries about he
precious letter. Had any one re
turned it? Oh, she did hope SO;
was such an important letter an
ought to go off at once.
Here's something that was lei
for you, Miss Davenport" said on
of the young woman attendant
Mrs. Crider left 1t, do you kno'
herr"
Molly took the thick envelope, tn
blood burning in her cheeks. M
she did not know Mrs. Crider. bu
she knew one thing. she was dis
gustingIy rich and disgustingly SCI
Ash. OF course, Ii had been Molly