Indianapolis Times, Volume 41, Number 74, Indianapolis, Marion County, 6 August 1929 — Page 11

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THI q has happened MOLLS HORN HAM. rouuß anri lovely rrrnvrs rrporters in her -■iit.*- et the Pie.;? The night before, ’vitnr.'rrd (he premlrrr of Molly's starling pla'. "The ncath of Delphlne Barrows." ii was an exciting and • •imultuo'JL* night for Molly beginning with the glorious reeeptio. of "Delrhine." and follov cri by a violent scene with her disapproving mother. After that, camr a pari Then Molly pent a tr- hour with her father, who had waited at the hotel to sec her privately. Tn the morning, when she had slept scarcely ar. hour, reporter tame. clamoring for interviews. They ask her what her plans are for the future, and Moll- -ay- hr does not know. Asa matter of fact, she is in love with JACK TVHLLS. and h? some vague notion of naming him hortly But the reporters do not know. that. When hr hint al romance, they assume Thai RFT> ri YNN. a police court reporter, is the lucky man. In no time, • lie next editions are on the street. • Moll) Burnham Engaged. " they scream. Girl Playwright to Wed Newspaper Alan NOW GO WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XXIII (Continued.) Now. Molly, being a newspaper woman, should have known better. The afternoon papers carried headlines. And it was really her own fault. "Molly Burnham Engaged,” they proclaimed. “Girl Playwright Tn Wed Newspaper Man ‘'Romance of Boston Girl Reads Like Best Seller.” CHAPTER XXIV THE following story, typical of many, appeared that afternoon on the front page of a New York evening paper. “Molly Burnham, hinting mysteriously at romance, received reporters today in her palatial suite at the Plaza. "When Dopey Dan fired the shot that madr Miss Burnham famous, George Flynn, police court reporter in Boston, conceived an idea that should make her ruth, as well. As an ex-press agent. Mr. Flynn appreciated the. value of Dopey Dan's erring aim. A victim as pretty as Miss Burnham should never be shot in vain. George knew his stuff and proceeded to turn the spectacular assault into a dramatic flier. Miss Burnham admits that the plot for The Death of DelphinC Darrows' originated in the fertile brain of the police court reporter. It was she who wrote the script. And last night a wildly enthusiastic audience welcomed the premiere of their joint efforts. "Today Mr. Flynn < otherwise known as Red * is back on the ,iob. While Miss Burnham, famous over night as the youngest and prettiest playwright on Broadway, holds court in Gotham. "Looking more like a debutante than a seasoned newspaper woman, Mi;x Molly admitted today a hankering for romance. But. pressed for details, she refused to make a statement. “I don't know whether I'm engaged or not,” she declared, and declined to corroborate rumors that Mr. Flynn w as the lucky man. "Mr. Flynn, covering police court in Boston, also refused to talk. Friends of the couple expect formal announcement of the engagement within a few days. . . " After the reporters left. Molly had dressed leisurely, expecting a telephone call anv moment from Jack. But her line was busy a great deal of the time. Mr. Wharton, her city editor in Boston, had called to congratulate her. and to say that no was forwarding a number of wires and special deliveries. I don't suppose you'll be coming back?" he surmised. "Why. of course I will." she insisted. "if my job's still there. I know I've been away an awfully long time." Your jobs here all right." he Rssurcd her. "But you'll have other Irons in the fire now." n a a HER mail came up shortly, a great bundle of it. And presently she knew that Mr. Wharton was right. - A firm of book publishers wished to know if she would write a novel from the script of the play. They would guarantee the sale of 100.000 copies. A well-known typewriter firm wrote that they arc sending her a typewriter and requested her Indorsement. Tobacco manufacturers solicited approval of their particular brand of cigarets. There was a cold cream manufacturer who craved her sanction of his product The editor of a national niagarinc wondered if she would care to

write an article entitled "A Career Versus Love." Several studios besought the favor of an invitation sitting. But the greatest thrill of all came when she opened the letter from a man in charge of the New York branch of a celebrated moving picture firm. Mr. Sydney Dunsany was liis name, and he wanted to know if she would consent to be filmed for a talkie. Molly rushed to the telephone. She could not wait any longer. She must share the thrills of her success with Jack. Probably he had tried to reach her. and found the line busy. Or maybe he thought she was still resting, and did not want to disturb her. The telephone operator thought he had -gone to lunch, but she would see. Molly waited impatiently. "Oh, Jack—hello. I was afraid I’d missed you. The roses were lovely. Thank you so much. I've been waiting and waiting for you to call. I should think you'd be just dying to lake me to luncheon." She laughed excitedly. "A famous lady like me!" she cried. “I didn't know a famous lady like you would want to go anywhere with a poor man like me.” "Oh, Jack, I'm simply famishing for the sight of you!" "Isn't Mr. Flynn around?" "No. he went back to Boston this morning. Why, Jack, what’s the matter? You know I'd rather be with you than Red.” He laughed shortly. "You're getting very modern, aren’t you. Molly?" "Wha do you mean?" she demanded. , "Well. I suppose its ultra-mod-ern to announce jour engagement to one fellow arid be seen dining with an old bean. Sort of proving your indpcndcnce from the kickoff? Is that it?” "Jack Wells, what are you talking about?" “Oh. gosh, Molly, haven't you made a chump out of me long enough?" “Jack!" “I've just seen the afternoon papers," he told her. • “But I don't know what you're talkin gabout. honey!" "Then you didn't mean to let it out so soon?" he questioned. "Your engagement to Flynn? Well.somebody’s silled it. Better get the last editions. Molly, and treat yourself to the news."

HE broke the connection abruptly. and Molly sat for a moment. with the receiver dangling limply, gazing foolishly at the telephone. When she recovered her composure, she asked that the afternoon papers be sent to her room. And there it was, screeching at her from the front pages. It was like a nightmare. Her j picture and Red's, taken on the | sands at Don Cc-Sar in St. Petersburg. The telephone rang,, but she scarcely heard it as she scanned sheet after sheet, And it rang, and rang. "Boston is calling. Miss Burnham.’’ the operator told her. "Mr. George Flynn.” For interminable minutes she held the line. What should she say to him? Wh|t must he think of her?" “Molly, this is Red. What’s it all about. Molly?” "Oh. Red. it’s terrible! They say we re engaged!" "Yeah. I know. The office had a flash." "But Red. I never said so. You know I didn't. HOw could I? I've iust this second seen the papers. Heavens. I don't know what to do! I'm all upset. I phoned Jack a minute ago and he’s furious. He shut off. Oh. my goodness. Red, this is terrible;" "But. Molly, you must have said something! They don’t make things up out of whole cloth. They have to have something to go on." "But I didn't. Red! Honestly. I didn’t." "Well, wliat are you going to do about it? They're trying to get me to say something. Naturally. I can't deny it. Not when it looks as if vou'd announced it." Molly's voice hardened and she bristled defensively. "You needn't act so darn insulted, George Flynn!"

—By Williams

"Molly, it's not that. You know better than that.” "You act," she informed him icily, "as if I'd simply ruined your reputation Well, you needn’t worry. I wouldn't marry, Red. if you were the last man on earth." an a IKNOW it, Molly," he acknowledged humbly. “But you don't understand how things are. girlie. Listen—l'm writing you now. I'll get it on the air mail. You'll have it first thing in the ihorning. Will you get those news hounds to lay off. till you've heard from me? It means a lot to me, dear.’’ “I don't know what you're talking about.” she declared, mystified. “But I’ll deny the engagement over the radio, if it will make you feel any better.” “Don't do anything" he besought, “until you get my letter. I can’t talk over the phone.” “All right,” she promised. There were reporters in the lobby, waiting for her. But she sailed by them frigidly. “I’ve nothing to say,’’ she announced coolly. "I was misquoted this morning, and I shall not give any more interviews of a personal nature.” “Mr. Durbin says your fiance's name is Wells,” broke in one of the men. “Do you wish to deny the rumor of your engagement to Mr. Flynn?” “I'll not deny anything." “Then you are engaged to Mr. Flynn?" Molly colored angrily. She knew their methods so well. "Please,” she begged them. "We're all newspaper people. Can't you lay off for a little while? I’ll give you all the stories you want about the play. And maybe I can give you a romance story later. But not now. And please don't deny anything. Just kill it," "Will you pose for some more pictures?" they clamboredc. “If you’ll promise to do as I ask,’’ she bargained. They went back to her room, and Molly put on various for them. She even changed to the green gown she had worn the night before. “That's a lovely one you had on,” remarked a girl. “I suppose you get all your frocks in Paris. Miss Burnham T’ Molly laughed* “I’ve never been to Paris, or anywhere." she declared. And then, her eyes sparkling, she cried, “but I’m going!" She’d run away, she decided impulsively. from everything. From Snodgrass and her mother. From Boston and Red. Yes—from New York even—and Jack. “I’ll have plenty of money,” she was planning happily. “And I’ve been working so hard, I really need a rest. Besides, when I come back, they’ll all be glad to see me—mother and Jack—and everybody." And that afternoon she made reservations to sail for Naples on the Conte Biancamano. <TO BE CONTINUED)

TARZAN OF THE APES

Kala w ould not allow the other apes to touch her adopted baby. She held < the small form of the little Lord Greystoke tightlj to her breast, repulsing with bared fangs and low, menacing growls the apes who attempted to examine this strange baby. Tenderly, Kala nursed her little waif.

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—By Martin

Tublat argued with Kala until she grew furious and would not listen' to him. Then Tublat went to Kerchak. urging him to use his authority with Kala and force her to give up the little TARZAN, which was the name they nad given little Lord Greystoke, and which meant "White Skin."

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—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

Tarzan was fully as strong as—average man of thirty, and far more agile. Day by-day his strength was increasing. Hie life among these fierce apes had been happy. He wa* nearly ten before he began to realize that a great difference existed between himself and his fellow#,

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