Judsonia weekly advance. (Judsonia, Ark.) 1???-1922, 1921-04-07

she felt very tired after all the emo
tons of the evening. Molly saw with
surprise that il was only ten o'clock.
And she had thought it must be mid
night
But what was she going to do? She
couldn't write TO John Adams, he
would be just stiff-necked enough to
oh, she couldn't write him. Besides,
what could she say? "Thar she lid
know a girl who would keep house
for man and cook and live simply.
and that her name was Molly Mon
roe, and her address "A West street?"
She secuted the idea
John Adams was proud; she knew
he would never let any girl laugh at
him-besides he would always believe
just what she had said, that scrambling
eggs was the extent of her knowledge,
and flirting was what she had been
doing the last three months-instead
of falling in love.
But it was not until midnight that
she hit on the scheme that was to
smooth the rough path of her hearts
desire.
John Adams boarded with the
crochety Miss Porter And Molly found
herself more and more cultivating
Miss Porter. At first she just dropped
in, then she had a cup of tea, and at
last went SO far as to exchange
recipes ON cake. Not until she had
known her for week did Molly Mon
roe confide what she. wished to do.
IF Miss Porter would let her get din
ner some night, one of those nights
when Miss Porter was going to the
Ladies' Aid-she, Molly, would be SO
glad. Mr.. Adams would never know
the difference, she would just lay the
things on the table and ring the bell
as Miss Porter always did"
Very meekly Miss Porter acqui-
esced.
Molly, bright-cheeked and dmpling.
was in Miss Porter's kitchen an hour
before she needed to be- but she had
been waiting for one week for just
this opportunity. If you can call an
opportunity something that has been
planned to the last detail
Such a dinner as she would get
She had bought the plump capon her
self, and the vegetables. too, were
hers. Miss Porter was only to sup
ply the odds and ends, the flour and
the butter and all the seasonings.
BY five o'clock everything was get
ting along nicely. Molly was already
planning the sentences she would say
when John Adams cried: But l didn't
know you could cook And where is
Miss PorterT'
1t seemed ut first as though the
very top of her finger had been cut
off, and as she gave a sudden startled
cry. the swinging door was thrust
open and she found John Adams hold
ing the finger under the running water,
and saying: There, Molly, sweet
heart, does it hurt very much? Here,
I'll bind it up with my handker-
chefr
But Molly looked at him aghast.
But what about my dinner-all my
lovely dinner; I'll never be able to
cook it now"
Let the beastly old dinner go I'm
not hungry; Wen sit out here and
eat some milk and pie. You are all
right, Molly?"
And what are you doing here?"
Molly demanded suddenly. How did
you come home at this timer"
But he caught her rebelliops little
chin and tilted it back and kissed her
S0uarply ON the Inns
what does it all matter when l
have YOU"
"But how"
Miss Porter told me two days ago
what you were going to do, and l got
the afternoon off tC be here, and.
Molly, | wonder if you know how
much love you?" he asked.
And Molly with her red-brown head
against his coat didn't care if the
best-laid plans sometimes go aStray.