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CHAPTER XXVlll—(Continued) “I've been pretty busy,’’ he began. “You’re not in love with anyone else?” she demanded. “You know better than that Molly." “Then you’re glad I'm home again?” "Sure I am." “Well, that, being that,” she decreed gaily, “you may take me to luncheon.” “Gee, Molly, I’m sorry. I can’t, I've an engagement—a business engagement. Maybe you’ve heard of Mrs. Bulwer-Eaton? She's the widow that Five and Ten man—the chap that died last year, and left a flock of millions. She’s remodeling their place on the Cape, and I’ve drawn up the plans. It’s rather important, you see. May /ead to bigger things. Anyhow I couldn't possibly break my engagement with her. You understand of course, Molly?” a a a of course,” she assured him, V-/ but her voice had grown cool. “How old is your golden widow, my dear?” Jack laughed. “Gosh, I don't know. She's plenty oid.” "Well, don't let her vamp you,” she cautioned. “These bloated millionaires know their stuff, my child.” “Now, you sound like one of your characters,” he chided. “By the way, how about the new play? All full of bootleg gin and wild women. I suppose?” “Exactly,” she retorted, coolly. “Sorry, my dear, but I’ll have to run along now. Red’s waiting for me.” “Wait a sec, Molly. Are you really going to take Rita’s baby?” “I said I was. didn't I?” “Well, there's no need of getting sore about it. How do I know 1 what you said? Bob said you said so—but. shucks, he’s usually talking through his hat.” “Well, I am," she declared. “You haven't any objections, have yuo?” “Good lord, Molly! What’s the matter now? All I wanted to say was I think it’s mighty fine of you. She’s a great little girl. But you’re going to have your hands full. What do you know about taking care of a baby?” Jack laughed shortly. “You don’t want one of your own. And now you're taking on somebody else's.” “Who said I didn't want one of my own?” 'Well, let’s not talk about it over the phone.” Molly was righteously indignant. “You make me tired!” she flared. ‘‘You know perfectly well ...” Her voice broke. She was very near angry tears. “Nothing to get excited about,” admonished Jack. “I was only trying to tell j'ou that. I think it's darn decent of you to take the baby. I’ll bet there aren't many girls who’d take even their own sister’s child, and sacrifice all their independence and everything for it,” “Oh. I shan’t do that,'’ she informed him airily. “I’ll have a nurse, of course.” “A nurse!" he ejaculated. “Why. surely.” “But a nurse will cost an awful lot of money.” he objected. “You don’t mean you’ll have a trained nurse, Molly?” "Well, I’m certainly not going to turn Rita's baby over to some ignorant little nurse-maid.” she retorted. “I’ll have a children's nurse, I suppose.” Jack whistled. “Maybe if I took a course, you’d give me a job?" he offered jocosely. But Molly did not think that at ail funny. “I hope everything's going well,” site murmured politely. “Not so hot.” he acknowledged. “But if Mrs. Bulwer-Eaton comes to terms. I’ll be sitting pretty . . . Say. don't let me keep you from your friend, Moll}'. Won't he be getting nervous?” “Maybe." she said. “I should hate to annoy him. Goodby.” mam SHE hung up the receiver angrily. Why was it. she wondered, she and Jack always quarreled? Was it because he was so crazily quixotic that he wanted her to think he had ceased to care? Was he really trying to sacrifice his love on the altar of her ambition? To eliminate himself from her life, so that she might find a love more prosperous? Or could it be that he had really

stopped loving her? That he had actually tired of her? Red and Bob were waiting for her when she left the booth. “Placating the heavy suitor?” teased Red. On the train Bob talked continually of Rita and the baby. He hadn't much money, he said, but he would give Molly all he could afford. Everything he could do would be too little, he insisted. But Molly silenced his protestations. “I won't take a penny,” she declared. “It will be my privilege to take care of little Rita, for her mother's sake. If you want to start an account for her. to provide for any possible emergency, it might be a good idea. But I shan’t need any weekly stipend, or anything like that Bob.” “You're so good!” he groaned, and took out his handkerchief. Red was embarrassed at seeing a man to near to tears. “Go. a baron of that play you were talking about, Molly?” he asked. “I'd like to look it over.” She found it in her traveling case, and Red forthwith eliminated himself from the conversation. They were nearing Boston, when he put the sheets aside. “Suffering catfish!” he cried. “That’s going to knock ’em dead. It’s a wow, dear! It makes Delphine look like a bedtime story.” He was wringing her hand wildly. “How do you do it, girl? How do you get that way?” “I'm glad you like it,” she smiled. “Like it!” he exclaimed. “You heard her, Bob? She’s glad I like it. Like it, you little fool! I love it!” “Well, I hope Mr. Durbin does.” “If he doesn’t he’s a bigger fool than Broadway ever took him for. Os course he’ll like it, What do you think he is? Say, there isn’t a producer living wouldn’t jump at a think like that. It's got everything —mystery, heart throbs, horror, love, hate! It’s got ’em all, dear. And the dialogue , . . say, where did you pick up all those wise cracks?” “Not so bad?” she laughed. “I don’t know how you do it,” he marveled. ‘Work,” she told him seriously. “I worked day and night, all the way over.” “But where did you get vour plot?” “It's partly true.” she confessed. “You’ve sent it to Durbin?” he asked. ‘, Y es—by messenger, from the pier. I told him to get in touch with me at the office.” “Fine!” approved Red. “I suppose you’re going to Bob’s? I’ll go to the office and see ifthere's been a message. I’ll phone you later.” Molly and Bob took a taxi at the station. “I forgot to tell you,” began Bob hesitatingly, “about the girl I’ve had at the flat taking care of little Rita. The truth is . . He paused, floundering desperately for words. CHAPTER XXIX 808 was so genuinely distressed tbat Molly felt uncomfortable for him. “A friend of Rita’s?” she prompted, willing to help him out. “Oh. no—Lord, no!” He took off his derby and mopped his forehead. He straightened his tie and tugged at his collar. “The fact is.” he blurted, “she's a . . . a. . . well, sort of a cheap little thing. Molly. But she's a decent sort, really. And she’s awfully good to little Rita.” “Oh. a nurse-maid.” she said (if he would only let it go at that!) But Bob was honest. Or perhaps he was merely cautious. “Well, she's a sort of friend of mine.” he admitted. “Rita didn’t know her. She's not Rita's sort, you see. She worked at the office for a while. Her name's Elsie —Elsie Smith. You'll be nice to her, won't you?” Molly laughed. “You don’t think I'd be nasty to any friend of yours, I hope! But you won't need her when I take the baby. I mean to look for an apartment tomorrow. I’ll need a bigger one now. 11l find something near, so that you can see Rita every day.” “You’re awfully good, Molly. S expect I’ll be a good deal of a nuisance.” Molly hadn't thought of that before. Now she considered tW

—By Williams

probability dubiously. Well, anyhow, he needn’t think he could bring his Elsie Smith around! When they reached the flat, Elsie Smith, in pale blue georgette, greeted them effusively. “It was simply grand of you to come, Miss Burnham,” she declared, extending a very small, limp hand. “Bob certainly thinks an awful lot of you. He’s talkin’ about you all the time. Rita’s out in the park. It’s so lovely and sunny I thought it would be good for her.” tt tt tt SHE was almost pitifully anxious to impress Molly favorably. “Don’t you think Bob looks real good?” she appealed, and added quickly, “seein’ what he's been through. I’ve tried to keep him cheered up, Miss Burnham. Because there’s no use, as I say, cryin’ over spilled milk. And all the tears in the world won’t, bring the dead back again. Bob’s beginning to get like himself again.” She took his arm in proprietary fashion, and Molly saw that he was wincing under her familiarity. “I’ll go get Rita,” he offered. Elsie said she had better see about dinner, and retired to the kitchenette, to clatter pans, and make a great many busy sounds. Molly suspected that the girl’s culinary achievements were largely confined to opening cans. And the meal proved shortly that she was right. Molly sat in th,e divan where she had sat the night Rita told of the disease that was killing her. She could see Rita now, in the big red chair, with her head against the high back. Molly dashed the tears from her eyes. Elsie was heating tomato soup. And the coffee was beginning to boil. She could hear it percolating. Something had burned. It smelled like toast. She must think of other things, or Bob would come in, and find her crying. Elsie, nursing an injured finger, appeared in the door. Her cheeks were flushed and she looked angry. “I never touch it myself,” she said. “But would you like a little drink. Miss Burnham?” Mooly shook her head. “No, thank you. I don’t care for it. either.” Elsie went back to her clattering pans. And later, as she took little Rita from her arms, Molly smelled gin on the woman's breath. , Rita was a lovely child. She showed Molly her dolls and her new shoes and her Easter bunny. She confided that she wore her pink broadcloth coat only for company. “You’re comp’ny,” she said. “I’d of worn my old blue one, only you was coming.” “Has daddy told you. dear,” asked Molly, “that you're going to be my little girl, too?” “Essie told me,” announced the child. sun Molly smiled. “We’ll go looking for a pretty house tomorrow—shall we?” she asked. (To Be Continued)

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