Molly’s Treachery
_By Mrs. Alex. McVeigh Miller_
HART SERIES NO. 62
COPYRIGHT 1886 BY GEO. MUNRO
PUBLISHED BY
THE ARTHUR WESTBROOK COMPANY
CLEVELAND, O., U. S. A.
Printed in the United States of America
MOLLY’S TREACHERY
CONTENTS
CHAPTER I.
CHAPTER II.
CHAPTER III.
CHAPTER IV.
CHAPTER V.
CHAPTER VI.
CHAPTER VII.
CHAPTER VIII.
CHAPTER IX.
CHAPTER X.
CHAPTER XI.
CHAPTER XII.
CHAPTER XIII.
CHAPTER XIV.
CHAPTER XV.
CHAPTER XVI.
CHAPTER XVII.
CHAPTER XVIII.
CHAPTER XIX.
CHAPTER XX.
CHAPTER XXI.
CHAPTER XXII.
CHAPTER XXIII.
CHAPTER XXIV.
CHAPTER XXV.
CHAPTER XXVI.
CHAPTER XXVII.
CHAPTER XXVIII.
CHAPTER XXIX.
CHAPTER XXX.
CHAPTER XXXI.
CHAPTER XXXII.
CHAPTER XXXIII.
CHAPTER XXXIV.
CHAPTER XXXV.
CHAPTER XXXVI.
CHAPTER XXXVII.
CHAPTER XXXVIII.
CHAPTER XXXIX.
CHAPTER XL.
CHAPTER XLI.
CHAPTER XLII.
CHAPTER XLIII.
CHAPTER XLIV.
CHAPTER XLV.
CHAPTER XLVI.
CHAPTER I.
“FERNDALE, GREENBRIER CO., WEST VA.
June 20, 1878.
“Dear sister and Aunt Lucy, oh, please do let me come home! Ferndale
is horrid, the lonesomest old hole I ever saw in my life, and Aunt
Thalia is a real old dragoness! And I’m tired of behaving like a
grown-up lady, and just dying for some sort of a lark. And although
I don’t like her much, I hate to fool her as I’m doing. It makes me
feel mean as if I were a regular little fraud. I try to keep it up for
your sake, Lou, but it goes hard. Bother the money! It isn’t worth
the deceit, or, as our old French governess used to say, ‘_Le jeu ne
vaut pas la chandelle!_’ Can’t you let me off now? I’ve been here
two weeks, and I don’t think I can stand it any longer! It’s like a
catacomb, so deadly lonesome! Not a caller since I came, and I haven’t
seen a man for two weeks except the gardener and the old black coach
driver! But that’s all the better, since my clothes are shabby anyhow!
I think Aunt Thalia must have noticed that my red cashmere is out at
elbows, for this morning she actually gave me forty dollars, and told
me to go into town and buy myself a summer silk and her maid would
make it for me this week. But I’m going to post this letter to you
instead with the money registered to you (as you told me to do). I
expect she will be fearfully angry when she finds it out. No doubt she
will want to drive me away, so you had better send a telegram right
off for me to come home. Say that Aunt Lucy’s sick, or somebody’s
dying--anything--so that you get me away at once and forever from
Ferndale! I shall die of the blues if I stay any longer! With love to
you both,
“MOLLY E. TRUEHEART.”
“TO MISS LOUISE BARRY,
“Staunton, Va.”