Molly Brown's Orchard Home

f a few shy-looking, lonesome persons, and Molly devoutly hoped that these would find some congenial souls before very long and not be so forl

e Captain was just what a captain ought to be: big and hearty, blond and bearde

m?" asked the Capt

answered his neighbor. "We are evidently expected to be sick by our friends, as several of them have sent us remedies. Champagne f

't waste your champagne on seasickness, but get ginger ale, which is much cheaper a

just been placed in front of her. It seemed all that celery soup should be, but a qualm had suddenly arisen i

an acquaintance of my own from the Art Students' League," sai

ng around to find out things! Who is

t that, who complimented you greatly by saying you looked

t I can remember. She must be some casual a

ed you Tom. Her daughter, Miss

his somber eyes lit up with wh

my youth who married an old friend of mine, George O'Brien. I have not seen or heard of them for

is certainly not stumpy, and is some year

tent one, I should say. What boy of eighteen is not?" te

e with their backs to us. You will have to

rence. Mr. Kinsella was different from anyone she had ever seen before and Pierce's hint of a disappointed life had fired her imagination, ever ready for a romance.

a drowsy numbness stole over her. "What a strange feeling! What on earth is the matter with m

watching her an

take you on deck. You will f

inquired the anxious mother, who was eat

poor Molly. "But don't you come,

remark to her daughter as a white and hollow-eyed Molly flew past their chairs on the way to her stateroom: "There goes

o embarrassing to sponge on other people all the time, an

to stay in their bunks, and since I abhor waste, I use their chairs. As you say, the expense is not very great, but if I do not s

o such remarks and coolly helped herself to stuffed mangoes witho

ode on deck before dinner was 'ke

ur eye on young Mr.

insella is years younger than I am, and while he is tremendously clever

, who am your unwilling mother. No one will ever believe I was a mere school girl when I married George O'Br

ht with you, she is a friend of the Stewarts. Pierce Kinsella told me it was at Mr. Stewart's request

-heads, I

did not know of the honor done them until Pierce Kinsella to

ewart is a connection of mine and I am entitled t

tion free on a line of steamers Mr. Stewart is interested in; but you had to send me to ask for the favor, and I'll tell you

mother and daughter ceased their wrangling a

by her solicitous mother,-who, by the way, was not uncomfortable one minute,-and as she dropped limply into her steamer chair, carefully arranged for her by the Kinsellas, she for the first time had a desire to live.

It seems a year since I went to my stateroom and I believe it is

ve just stood still waiting for you to come back. By the way, this is your sunset,

accomplish if she put her mind on it? I believe I like yours better than Pierce's," said

and gay talk got in their perfect work, and before she knew it she was laughing outright at some of Pierce's sallies. The color began to come back into her cheeks. A desire for life grew stronger and stronger. Mr. Kinsella noti

I feel sure you are on the mend and can trust yourself to take some nourishment.

t I felt that a little food was all that was needed to make me perfectly well." And Molly fell to with

food must be administered, and then the patient gets well immediately. I noticed you were laughing, and no one with mal-de

d Mrs. Brown. "I don't wish you to be seasick, but I do

or so many years that I feared it had grown out of my power to make new friends; but I begin to see that I have not lost the knack. Perhaps my somber presence is tole

better than boys, and besides you are not somber but full of gaiety and jokes. You are not fair

t w

nd finds 'beauty in extreme old age'," and pinching Molly's blushing cheek, she went over to join a group of recently

n't mind. Kent is always teasing and the only reason I can stand it is that it makes him lo

nd well-bred, broad-minded and cultured. Eternal youth is in her heart, but she has a character gracefully to accept the years that Providence has allotted her and

other as being middle-aged. I think that is the ugliest word in our language, except, m

may change your mind. 'A rose by any other name would smell as sweet,' and, after a

overheard Mr. Kinsella's views on the subject of the assumption of youth in the middle-aged. "I do hope she didn't," thought Molly. "She is so pretty, and it must be hard to give up youth and to feel your beauty slipping from you.

ou are feeling better. My daughter has taken such a fancy to

to her. "It is certainly nicer to have her polite to me than rude, whether she means it or not," she said to herself. "I do wish I had not been sick all day. I did want to see her first meeting with Mr. Kinsella. I know she had something to do with his premature g

r and there was a gener

and that she must not hurry. I believe 'discretion would be the better part

a little, feeling anxious to try her sea legs. Then as the wind had shifted, she determined to move her chair to a sheltered nook behind one of the life-boats. She bundled herself

y shaking the tree, trying to make her get out so Professor Green could build his bungalow there; and when she refused and declared it was her Castle and she intended to stay in it, the Professor himself had c