The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1920-06-23
THRILLING WITH FATE
BY GRACE wEATHERBY.
NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS. ~~SS~S~SS~o~~~"F
% 1919, by Mcclure Newspaper Syndicate.}


there was a dead silence in the room.
Molly Phipps sat very still at the pi-
sano, her hands lying idly on the keys.
The room was darkening fast, and II
was that peaceful hour between day
and night. On the wide, deep lounge
Harry Curtis lay, sprawled among the
cushions, lost in thought. It was a
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 brother!y af-
lection. Who, besides herself, knew
that Molly adored htm-loved every
4 hair on his curly brown head?
The young fellow stretched lazlly
and broke the silence. Il guess that's
about right, Mol. Love does not come
but once, and il don't hurry up it will
be too late for me-"
Molly laughed amusedly. "You7
Why. child, you're barely thirty
You've got loads Of time"
mo, haven't. No man wants to
wait until he's an old man before get
ting 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
hood. He, had always been her hero.
and now he cared nothing for her.
Harry went on, blissfully uncon-
scious 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
like. know lots Of lovely girls, and !
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
When she was calmer she planned fof
a long time, Hell get all that is COM
ing to him-and more!"
A week later Harry found small
scented envelope In his mail. 1t was
M0lly's 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 trifle dis
appointed at Molly's selection. What
did she want lot Of silly, frilly girls
at q camp for, anyway? Camp was the
place for jolly, strong girls, who
weren't afraid Of freckles. Then he
remembered. Molly had promised to
get him GIRL
As the lovely autumn days wore on,
Molly's heartache grew worse. Harry
was having the time Of his young. life.
He had found 'liye" girl to hike with
Ia girl who could play tennis to per-
fectipn--a dainty. frilly girl to take
canoeing, q girl who could sing divine
". From morning till night he was
on the 90, with always pretty girl at
his side. But Oneanight--there came q
change. 1t was the middle Of the sec
0nd week, a lovely. balmy night.
Harry, who was rather tired of listen.
ing to the frilly girls silly chatter, was
seeking a 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. It was mans voice, pleading:
"Molly dearest, do love you, you
know It. Won't you-dear?" Harry
held his breath. Silence. Could it be
possible that Molly was accepting
him7 The impudent fool! He'd teach
him! Oh, why didn't Molly say some
thing2 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 it. Now the bench
was IN plain sight, and sure enough.
there, sat a couple locked in each 9TH
er's arms. In twinliling Harry had
torn the man from the girl, and stood
facing him, his eyes blazing. 'You
will--will you?" 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 tile 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. It was not Molly! That is-not
his Mollyl 1t was that tennis player
Molly Denton.
Mortified and ashamed. he helped
the man to his feet, muinbling 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 holly sprang to her
feet s"Yhy, Harry Curtis, where have
you been? What has happened?" But