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THIS HAS HAPPENED MOLLY BUKNKAM. pnenomenolly •tircMsful young playwright, has har s-confi success.’’ the newest play, has been attacked bv th** censors. But, instead of being frightened, the produeer and the actors are delighted. It will assure continued popularity, they say. and guarantee the success of the play. Molly, howeyer. is perturbed. The adjectives the censors apply to her play, hurt her. She resolves to avoid the controversy. and devote her entire attention to little RITA NEWTON, the adorable child of her best friend, who has died. Molly has promised to take care of Rita, and lavishes wealth and love upon the rhild. 808 NEWTON. Rita's father, of whom Molly is not particularly fond, calls often to see his little daughter. Mollv icnows of certain shadowy episodes in Bob's past. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XXXII—i Continued) “I was sore as blazes with the old man. But I admired Rita for her pride. There were times I'd have gone to him on my knees. But Rita said she’d never speak to me again, if I asked him for a penny. And I never did. “About a year ago T met Elsie. She came from Montreal, and she knew who my dad was. She was a wise kid. and she played her cards pretty. It's a long story. Molly. I won't bore you with details. “But Elsie went to Montreal to blackmail my father. She was going to ask him for $50,000. If he wouldn't give it. to her she was going to sue me for breach of promise. And she was going to ask damages of $100,000.” Molly looked at him contemptuously. “And so.” she said, “you're glad the girl is dead?” “Naturally.” he declared. ‘“Think of the scandal she'd have kicked up. Think of the baby. And yourself, so far as that goes. Pretty story, isn't it? Give you material maybe for another play. Plenty of dirt and first-hand chance at it all. “Elsie's been hanging around for a long time, waiting to get at my dad. I understand she made several attempts to see my father. She'd probably have hired a lawyer, if she'd lived. You can t blame me for being glad she’s dead!” Molly averted her glance distastefully. “I think you’re a very hardhearted person,” she said. “They say girls take after their fathers, and boys after their mothers. I hope that’s wrong, because I should hate to see little Rita evincing any of vour characteristics.” “So should I." he agreed cheerfully. “But I think that’s the bunk. Molly. Kids sluS the result of their environment more than their breeding. Rita’ll be all right while you keep your eye on her.’’ Molly sighed. “I hope so,” she said. “Suppose.” he went on. “Elsie had bull-dozed me into marrying her. Or even letting her stay on in the flat. Rita v.votfld have picked up her cheap little mannerisms. And. as the child grew oldtr. shed have asborbed something of Elsie’s personality. Her viewpoint. Her general laxity. All the fineness that Rita bequeathed her daughter couldn’t have eliminated the contamination of daily contact. “It’s a wonderful thing for little Rita to be here with you. It’s going to make a wonderful girl of her.” s a a MOLLY yawned. “It’s getting pretty late. Bob.” she observed. “You’d better save the eulogy for another night.” jHe rose promptly. “I don’t blame you.” he admitted, for being pretty rough on me. I’ve been a good deal of an egg. But there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for little Rita, or for you. Molly.” “Thanks.” she murmured. “Awfully rood of you. I’m sure.” When he had gone she wrote two letters. to Red and one to Jack. It was fun, writing to Red, Fun. and a lot of satisfaction. He had heard, of course, of the success of “Sacrifice.” And the efforts of the censors. Red loved that sort of thing. Censorship infuriated him. And nothing pleased him more than to have the censored profit by the actions of the censors. Divine justice, he railed it. He had sent hr a congratulatory wire from Ottawa, begging details. She would send him what clippings she had. and tell him how pleased Mr. Durbin was with the activities of the censors. While she *was writing Durbin himself phoned. Everything was going wonderfully, he declared.

Seats were selling three weeks in advance. The evening papers had all carried stories. And there was talk of padlocking the theater. “I wish you’d some over.” he coaxed. “The little girl I have on publicity says she could arrange a lot of things, if you were on the spot.” “What kind of things?” “Oh. interviews, and personal appearances. She thought if I should give you a luncheon, and invite a lot of writers, it might be a good idea. Then she said something about your doing some lecturing on censorship. I wish you would. Molly.” She laughted at his eagerness. “Not even for you,” she retorted. “I’d rather go back to Snodgrass.” But it was something amusing to write Red. She\filled sheet after sheet with the tale. He would be delighted witji the enterprise of the censors. Mr. Durbin said they’d done more for the play than all the billboard advertising in New York. It was late when she began Jack’s letter. It wasn’t fun writing him. as it used to be. There were so many things now she couldnt’ write about. "Sacrifice,” for instance. He was probably shocked by the censorship scandal. Besides, there was that horrid, hateful woman. Mrs. Bulwer-Eaton. A girl couldn't very well write a loving letter to an ex-sweetheart | who sat under her very nose with 1 a huge, red creature, old enough to Ibe his own mother. Still there was that, silver ring she had brought home from Florence. She had bought it for him, because she loved him. Because she wanted to give him somethin? rare and beautiful. And because she had lost the little shining diamond that was his gift to her. “Dearest.” she began—no. that wouldn’t do. . . . “Dear Jack” . . , Too casual. ~ . “Dear Boy” .. . that sounded all right .. . not “Dearest Boy.” but just “Dear Boy.” Not too exclusive. But familiar. Loving, but not extravagant. “I am sending you a silver ring. Lucrezia Borgia, they say, had one exactly like it. And she hid her poison powders in it ” Oh, dear no —that wouldn’t do at all. Acting as if nothing had happened. “Dear Boy.” “I wonder who the charming lady was I saw you with at the theater? . . ." Hypocrite! Hypocrite! Hypocrite! “Charming lady”—that odious creature! Besides, he might think she was jealous. ft ft 0 BETTER try once more. Tell him about little Rita, and the beauI tiful new apartment, and what fun ■ it was having a baby in the house. | She would just refer to the ring in a P. S. It would be better that way. Any one would think that a girl wlio could write plays, could write a letter easily enough. But it was dawn before Molly went to bed. ! Red's letter she put in a big stamped | envelope. There were eight sheets |of yellow copy paper, hurriedly ; typed. Jack's letter was handwrit- ! ten on her best stationery. There was a single sheet, and the writing did not quite fill it. Red's letter had taken thirty minutes to type. And Jack's three hours to compose, j When she had finished she was ! physically exhausted. Her head ached, and her throat. And there were pains in the backs of her knees. She was cold, too, although the was warm. When she was ready for bed, she 'lipped a dressing gown over her night dress, and tip-toed in the nursery. Rita (ay on her back, with her cheek tinned against the pillow, nnd both her little hands thrown up over her head. It must have been because Molly was tired, that she buried her head in the blankets, and began to cry. ! She felt very sad. remembering that Ruth and Rita had died, and Jack bad taken a dreadful fat woman to the theater. • Presently she was crying out loud. Then little Rita woke. With her baby fingers, she drew Molly's hands 1 down from her face, and tried to kHs her tears away. And when Molly still wept, little Rita wept, too. Until Moilv took th<* -child in , her arms, and carried her into the kitchen, to sit on the table and watch, while she made cocoa, for • them both. Before they were through their

—By Williams

! impromptu breakfast, the nurse woke. Then Molly went to bed. But before she had been asleep an hour, the telephone began to ring. CHAPTER XXXIII MOLLY had never realized there were so many reporters in Boston. They all wanted to know what she would do if the censors padlocked the theater. “But the censors couldn't do that!” she protested. “They’d have to get a court order. And it’s not a horrid play. The critics were very kind. They liked it very much.” “But what did the censors say?” demanded somebody. They said it was all the six deadly adjectives—"obscene, lewd, lascivious, filth?, indecent, and disgusting—that’s what the censors said!” “Damn the censors!" exclaimed Molly. And some of the papers led with a screaming banner: “DAMN THE CENSORS!” MOLLY BURNHAM CONDEMNS VIGIL ANTS Boston Playwright Will Fight Efforts to Padlock Second Sensational Play The story was wired to New York, and appeared on Broadway almost as soon as in Boston. Mr. Durbin, delighted, telephoned his congratulations. And that evening Jack telephoned, too. He had received Molly’s letter, and the ring. He had, also read the papers. “Molly dear.” he began, without preamble, “you were an awfully j sweet little girl to send me that j stunning ring. And I want to thank i you. It was mighty nice of you.” ! “I’m glad you liked it,” she fal- | tered. “I, I suppose you’re having ; a fit about the play?” j “That was one reason I called,” 'he admitted. “Can’t, you do somei thing about it, Molly?” “About what?” she asked blankly. “The play, of course. What did you think I was talking about?” “What can I do?” “Lord, I don't know'! But It’s a pretty mess for a nice girl to be mixed up in.” “Did you think the play was indecent, Jack?” “Now, Molly, be your size. dear. I thought it was a peach of a play. Mrs. Bulwer-Eaton thought so, too. ! Anybody with any sense would. But : you know' what these reformers are. \ What's the senso of playing into their hands? How do you think it, ; sounded to hear you'd told them to j go to hell?” ’ “Oh, I didn't," she broke in. “Not really. That is, not intentionally.” o n a that's what the newsVV boys are yelling about,” he retorted. “I’m awfully sorry.” she insisted. “I never meant to say anything of the sort.” “Why don't you take the play off?” he demanded. “Take it off!” she cried. “I guess you don't know. Jack, how much it costs to put a play on.” (To Be Continued)

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—By Martin

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—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

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