Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1920-01-30
THRILLING WITH FATE
BY GRACE WEATHEReY.


there was dead silence in the room
Molly Phipps sat very strl M The nj.
ano, her hands lying idly on the KEYS
Inc room was darkening fast. and II
was That peaceful hour between day
ana night On the wide. deep lounge
Harry Curtis lay, sprawled among the
cushions, lost in thought. It was
common thing for him to drop in and
spend an hour or two with Molly. She
was, and always had been, even from
INFANCY Harry's best pal, but his feel
ing for her was purely brotherly af-
lecuon. Who. besides herself knew
that Molly adored him-loved every
hair on his curly brown head?
The young fellow stretched lazily
and broke the silence. II guess that's
about right, Mol. Love does not come
but once, and if don't hurry up it will
be too late for me-"
Molly laughed amusedly. you?
Why, child, you're barely thirty!
You've got loads of time"
mo, l haven't. No man wants to
wait until he's an old man before get
ing married. Why, if | had nice
girl, I'd get married right away"
Molly's loyal heart contracted with
fear. She had adored him from child
mood. He had always been her hero,
and now he cared nothing for her.
Harry went on, blisSfully uncon-
sci0us Of the havoc he was making.
"Of course, I've known lots of girls,
but I've never met the girl, you know"
Molly's pride came to her rescue.
Harry, I'll help YOU find her if you
ike | know lots of lovely girls, and I
am sure could find one for YOU"
When he had gone Molly buried her
head in the cushions he had Just va
Gated, and cried TO her hearts content.
Nhen she was calmer she planned for
long time. Hell get all that is com
ing to hm-and morew
A week later Harry found small
scented envelope in his mail 1t was
Mollys invitation to spend TWO weeks
at her camp in the Maine woods.
When at first he was introduced to
the gay group of young folks who
formed the party he was tritle dis
appointed at Molly's selection. What
did she want lot Of silly, friny girls
at camp for, anyway? Camp was the
place for jolly, strong girls, who
weren't afraid Of freckles. Then ne
remembered. Molly had promised to
get him a girl"
AS the lovely autumn DAYS wore on.
Mollys heartache grew worse. Harry
was having the time of his young life.
He had found a live" girl TO hike with
"a girl who could play tennis to per-
fection-a dainty, frilly girl to take
canoeing girl who could sing divine
ly. From morning till night he was
on the go, with always a pretty girl at
his side. But one night-there came a
change. 1t was the middle of the sec
ond week a lovely, balmy night.
Harry, who was rather tired of listen.
Ing to the frilly girls silly chatter, was
seeking quiet place to rest a while.
We wondered idly where Molly was.
He hadn't been seeing much of her
lately The more he thought of 1t, the
more convinced he became of the fact
that Molly, his Molly, was deliberately
neglecting him. 1t never occurred to
him that he might be neglecting her
Suddenly he stopped short and lis
tened. 1t was mans voice. pleading:
Molly, dearest, l do love you, you
know it. Won't yOu-dear?" Harry
held his breath. Silence. Could it be
possible that Molly was accepting
him? The impudent fool! He'd teach
him! Oh, why didn't Molly say some
thing? Then came the unmistakable
sound of kiss. That was the last
straw. That was too much. His anger
at white heat, he ran forward. throw
ing discretion to the winds. He sim
ply wouldn't allow ii. Now the bench
was in plain sight, and sure enough.
there sat a couple locked in each 9TH
er'S arms. In a twinkling Harry had
torn the man from the girl, and stood
facing him, his eyes blazing. You
will-will your he snarled, and
struck him full in the face But his
adversary was no weakling, and Harry
had his hands full protecting himself
from the vOlley of blows showered on
him. At length he administered
sound punch which sent the man TO the
ground in a heap. The girl, who here
tOfOre had remained motiOnless with
surprise and fear, now sprang forward.
"Ralph-oh, Ralph, please look at me-"
The sound of her voice was like dash
of cold water TO Harry He looked at
her. 1t was not Molly! That is-not
his Molly! 1t was that tennis player
Molly Denton.
Mortified and ashamed he helped
the man 10 his feet, mumbIing his apol-
ogies, with poor grace. Relief was up
permOst in his heart He had anoth-
er chance-it wasn't his Molly He
ran back TO the house and found Molly
curled up in the hammock on the
porch. At the sight of his torn and
very dirty clothes Molly sprang TO her
feet. "Why, Harry Curtis, where have
Won been? What has haDpened?" But