Democratic messenger. [volume] (Snow Hill, Md.) 1869-1973, 1921-04-30

she felt very tired. after all the emo
lions of the evening Molly saw With
surprise that IL was only ten o'clock.
And she had thought ii must be mid
night
But what was she going To do? She
couldn't write to John Adams. lie
would be just stiff-necked enough TO
oh, she couldn't write him. Besides.
what could she say? THAT she lid
know 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 scramblng
eggs WAS the extent of her knowledge,
and flirting was what She had been
doing the last three mOnths-instcad
of falling in love.
But ii was not until midnight that
She hit on the scheme that was to
smooth the rough path of her heart S
desire.
John Adams boarded with the
crochety Miss Porter. And Molly found
herself more and more cultivating
Miss Porter. Al first she just dropped
in, then she had a cup of tea, and at
last Went so far rs TO exchange
recipes on cake. Not until she had
known her for week did Molly Mon
roe coniidc 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 10 Tie
Ladies' Ai,l-shc. Molly, would be 50
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 mcckly Miss Porter acqui-
cSccd
Molly. bright-chcekcd and dimplns
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 Il dinner as She would get
She had bought the plump capon her
self. and The vegetables. too. We're
hers Miss Porter was only 10 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 | didn't
know you could cook And where is
Miss Portcr?"
II seemed AT first rs though the
very top of her finger had been cut
of, and as she gave II 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 1t hurt very much: Here,
I'll bind it up with my handker-
chief"
But Molly looked M him aghast
"But what about my dinner-all my
lovely dinner: I'll never be able TO
cook II now"
let the beastly old dinner go. I'm
not hungry; we'll sit ont here and
eat some milk and pie. You are all
right Molly?"
And what are you doing hereE'
Molly demanded suddenly. How did
you come home at this time?'
But he caught her rebcllious little
chin and tilted II back and kissed her
EQuarcly on the lips.
What does II all matter, when !
lave YOU"
"But how"
Miss Porter told me two days ago
what you We're going to do. and got
he afternoon OF TO be here, and.
Molly, wonder IL you know how
much love you:" he asked.
And Molly with her rcd-brown head
against his Goa; didn't care II the
,est-ald plans sometimes go astray.
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