The Snowflake herald., 1922-02-17

| to stop running around with any one
| but Molly, he didn't make much prog
ress in his avowed intention of cap
turing her heart. She was always gay
! but elusive
you're the hardest girl in the world
to get" exclaimed Jack ruefully one
day, "but that's the reason I'm all the
more determined to get you."
Molly smiled at him quizzically.
How many other girls have you
told thatY she queried.
mot ne!" cried Jack, emphatical-
ly, edging closer to her. They were
seated on the davenport in the board
ing house where Molly roOmed.
Mop countered Molly, with dis
maying infection which indicated po-
lite interest and nothing more. And
she rose and sauntered over to the
phonograph where she put on jazz
record which made the room ring.
Jack waited quietly until this piece
was finished. Then he went to Molly
and put his hands on her.
| 81 know what your old slogan is
that you're living up to all the time,"
he declared.
| "Yes" queried Molly.
"Yes, it's Beware of Men or Never
| Get Married or something like that,
isn't it?"
"I'll never tell" Molly smiled exas-
peratingly again.
1t was then and there that Jack got
an inspiration.
I'm not getting anywhere this way"
said Jack to himself as Molly put on
another record. "It's up to me to do
| something radical or desperate. Now,
what can l do?"
| For few minutes he thought over
! this question. Then light came into
| his eyes and his manner became ami
mated and happy. He saw Molly look
| ing at him curiously as he laughed and
! capered around the room. But he
didn't tell Molly of the idea that had
come to him. The idea was much too
radical and desperate for that.
The next afternoon about the time
| when Molly left the office where she
was employed as stenographer, Jack
was waiting for her with a rented fliv-
yer. He saw that she was alone as
she came from the Office, and he saw
her manifest surprise and real interest
as he hailed her.
"Get in," said Jack, "and I'll drive
| you home"
rs it yours?" queried Molly, refer
ring to the car.
"No, I'm just using it," said Jack.
Almost at once Jack set off down
the street at furious pace. For a
while Molly sat beside him contentedly
enough. Then she began showing
signs of perturbation.
Jack" she cried at last, where
are you going? This isn't the way to
my home"
"I'll show you where I'm going"
cried Jack rather grimly. And he
pushed the throttle down another
notch.
! Molly's excitement grew, and so, for
that matter, did Jacks. For time
| it looked to Jack as though Molly was
contemplating leaping from the car
| the car even more gas and bumped
| over tracks and holes in the pavement
regardless Of consequences. Finally
he drew up in front of modest house.
"Here we are!' he cried.
He hustled Molly into the house be-
for she could stop him. Inside the
house a preacher was awaiting them
1t was a preachers house to which
Jack had taken Molly. With a flourish
Jack drew out marriage license and
wedding ring.
Then he looked at Molly with his
heart in his mouth. Would he be sue
cessful in this desperate endeavor?
| Would she go through with this sur
prise marriage, or-or-
All Jacks soul was in his eyes as
he gazed fixedly at Molly. For just a
moment her eyes were inscrutable.
Then into them leaped the light that
| Jack longed to see, and all the world
turned bright.
| Some few minutes later Mr.. and
! f1ivver
ST knew I'd have to do something
| desperate" confided Jack to his wife,
| "as long as you were living by that
| Beware of Man slogan. I was right
| about what your slogan is, wasn't II"
| But Molly simply smiled.
"I'll never tell" she said.
| And she didn't.
| And who can blame her? Her
| slogan-the principle on which she
| had guided her life-was this: Worry