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world, that made her cold to George
when they next met
It was a miserable evening. They
seemed to drift further apart Finally
George blurted out:
"I know what's the matter, Mollie.
Your head's been turned by that Miss
Wheeler you told me about, and you
don't care for me any more."
"Don't be foolish, George," an
swered Mollie, tartly. "I hardly 6ver
said a word to Miss Wheeler. If you
can't trust me, just because I'm get
ting more money than you "
Tears followed. They led to anger.
In the end Mollie flung George's ring
on the table, and George put on his
hat yes, inside the room and
Mollie knew that Mr. Hodgkins
would never have put on his hat until
he ras outside the door.
The next day was a miserable one.
Mollie-'s first impression of Mr. Brown
were of a gruff old gentleman who
did not display the slightest eager
ness to introduce her to Mrs. Brown,
or take her in his automobile to Cow-
leigh; and his manners were decided
Days followed. George had neith
er written nor called. And Mollie,
though she still loved George, began
to think of him as someone whom she
had known long ago before she
took the place of the dashing Miss
"When my new dress comes Mr.
Brown will feel quite, quite different
ly toward me," thought Mollie. For
he had not grown any pleasanter, and
Mollie began to fear that she might
fall between two stools Mr. Brown
and Mr. George. She had lost her
lover, she had gained nothing.
Ah, but there was the dress! And
it was a dress! Of palest blue, with
filmy, billowing lace, cut wide in the
skirt, as fashion decreed. What a
sensation it would create in the
office! Mr. Brown should see that
she was no little stenographer from
the country, ignorant of of things.
but a woman of the world. And it I
' was to arrive on the morrow, with all
its hopes of Mrs. Brown, the automo
bile, and Cowleigh.
On the evening before she planned
to emerge, like a butterfly, out of the
drab cocoon of her personality, Mr.
Brown was not quite so gruff. Mollie
thought he was softening. She was
quite happy when he actually bade
He went into Mr. Cyrus' room adja
cent. The door stood open. Mollie,
putting on her hat, could not avoid
overhearing the conversation that
"That's a nice, sensible little girl
you picked out for me, Cyrus," said
Mr. Brown. "You hit my taste to a
"I'm very glad to hear you say that,
sir," replied Mr. Cyrus, modestly.
"Cyrus, you are a wonder," said
Mr. Brown. "A nice, quiet, sensible
little girl, not a gay butterfly like Miss.
Wheeler. Lord, what -a lot of trouble
that woman gave me with her dress
and airs. Unfortunately, she man
aged to get an introduction to Mrs,
Brown through an acquaintance, so
of course she had me on toast
"It's a good thing she didn't last,
sir," said Cyrus.
"Quite so. Well, as I told you, I
meant to get quite a different type
of woman for my next adventure. A
quiet, modest- little country girl, who
knew 'how to dress sensibly, instead
of turning my office into a ball-room
or a box at the opera house, like that
that creature that got poor Hodg
kins. "I think I got her, sir," said Mr.
"You followed ray instructions ab
solutely. 'Cyrus,' I said to you, 'I
want a quiet, modest, plainly dressed
little girl next time. And get me a
plain, homely one. who isn't likely to
have any admirers, and won't get
married and leave me in a lurch.' And
by the Lord, you found her!"
Poor Mollie, stung to the quick,
sank into her chair and burst into an
agony of silent weeping. Fortunate-
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