Indianapolis Times, Volume 41, Number 86, Indianapolis, Marion County, 20 August 1929 — Page 11

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CHAPTER XXXIV —(Continued) Well. Id hate to spoil your night evening. What does Red do to amuse you? Turn handsprings and spring wisecracks? I suppose he has a lot of cute parlor tricks.” Now you know better than that!” slie exclaimed. “If there's anything I hate it's one of those bright young men who’s the life of the party. Red isn't a bit like that, and you know it.” "No? Maybe he's the great lover I hen?” Bob smiled hatefully. "Os course, he doesn't look it. But there must be some explanation for the way he fascinates you. Some Sudden charm. Tell me. Molly, docs he make love to you?” Molly turned furiously. “I shan't quarrel with you, Bob.” she told him coldly. ''l’ve toe much respect for your daughter's sensibilities. But. under the circumstances, I doubt if you would particularly enjoy having dinner with us tonight.” "No.” he agreed. "I don't believe I would.” A few hours later Molly sat with Red over their coffee cups. There was a little pink alabaster table in the drawing room. And Molly's demi-tasses had roses on them. She particularly liked pouring coffee in front, of the pink porcelain fireplace, because it was such an attractive ceremony. Sometimes she w ondered what her father would think if he could sec her. Sitting, in her lowcut evening gown, behind her great silver service, pouring amber liquid in eggshell china cups, as tiny ns slip could find. Her father liked his coffee in a big. coarse cup. with nlenty of cream and sugar. jHe would think her dainty demi-tasses a most absurd affectation . . Molly had traveled a long, long way from Snodgrass. ■ - RED was smiling now as he raised the little cup to his lips. "You've certainly done wonders to a police court reporter.” he remarked. “What's that they say about making a silk purse out of a sow's ear? What's a sow. Molly?” "An adult female swine.” she told him promptly. “All little girls from Snodgrass know that one. You're not a sow's ear. Red. You're the rat's meow. Speaking of swine— Rob Newton left shortly before you name. You know. Red. he's simply impossible! What do you think he •aid tonight? Hr asked me if you made love to me!” Red grinned. “He's got a nerve. What did you tell him?” “I didn't tell him anything. I sent him home.” Molly considered her guest quizzically. Her eyes were smiling but her voice was serious. “You don't actually make love to me—do you. Red? You're just sort of casually affectionate. Os course you put your arm around me. sometimes . . . And you hold my hand in the theater. Rut I shouldn't call that, 'making love.' Should you?” Red looked startled. "Good lord. Molly, you don't w ant me to make love to you. do you?” She laughed at his alarm. "No,” she said. "I think it would hr simply poisonous. I should probably want to slay you.” No joking,” he told her solemnly. You wouldn’t want to start soraefhing we couldn't finish, would you. Molly?” She shook her head. "Because.” he continued soberly. I should love you so fiercely, my dear. So unrelentingly. So terribly ... I think you would be afraid to be loved the way I should love you.” "It . . . it might be rather wonderful.” she murmured. He looked at her sternly. “Don't cheapen yourself. Molly. Love's nothing to play with.” "Oh, I didn't mean exactly that." she declared setting her cup down nervously. "I. I think you're wonderful, Red. I wouldn't have you change for anything. I like you just the way you are. Besides, there's your mother. Red. You know you have to think about her.” a a a HE laughed shortly. "I wasn't talking about marriage. Molly. I was talking about love “Oh." she said. And then, alter a moment. "I don't think you're the marrying kind anyhow." "No.’’ he agreed. “I don't know as I am.” * He came and stood in front of her, and taking her hands, drew her

to her feet. Then, for a moment, he put his arms about her. Red went away early that evening. And after he had gone, Molly sat for a long while, on the cubist sofa, deliberating. It was time, she told herself grimly, to call a halt. Two men in a single evening. And both of them making love to her. She had even rather encouraged Red. Poor Red! He couldn't marry her. if he wanted to. Why make Red miserable? And Bob! He probably had feelings too. Most likely she'd been leading him on Not reaily meaning to, of course. Molly, like most attractive women, played a game that is more or less unconscious. Some women can not help baiting men. They arc not purposely ruthless, nor intentionally unscrupulous. They have inherited an art which Eve had direct from the serpent. It was a talent which Molly employed unconsciously. It is. moreover. the way of-women, when, .they keep men dangling. And Molly, to all intents, was dangling Red and Bob. Not because she wanted to. But because she couldn’t help it. It wasn't, she felt, quite honorable. "Now if I were only married,” she thought, "everything would be different. Bod wouldn’t try to make love to me. And Red wouldn t get all bothered. "But Jack w-on't marry me!” she moaned, and put, her head in the pillows. And shed an angry tear or two. Suddenly she sat up straight, and flung her feet determinedly to the floor. •I'll ask him!” she cried. *Tn go over to New York—and 1 11 ask him!” tt tt ft HURRIEDLY she packed her bag. She wouldn't let him know she was coming. It would be better to surprise him. She telephoned the South Station. and reserved a drawing room on the midnight. She would be in New York before he was awake in ! the morning. She would telephone him. and ask him to take her to breskf&st Then she would ask him right I straight out. "Jack, will you marry me?" Just i like that. And she would be ex--1 plicit about it. to. "Now. I mean. Not next year, nor next month. But now. Today, | if we can get a license.” I He would be astonished, of course. Perhaps he wouldn't believe she meant it. Then she would tell him how she had always loved him. She would say he must not be stubborn any longer Love was all that counted. Money did not make any difference. Nor success . . . Oh. money was nice, of course. She had plenty now. But success was hateful. She'd as soon be a ponenity for the rest of her life. They'd have to live in New York, of course, because Jack's business interests were there. She would subI let the apartment, and find one in New York. Then she could install the nurse and housekeeper, with little Rita. And she and Jack would have a perfectly wonderful honeymoon. They'd go to Italy! To Naples, and Rome—and they'd sit in the Colosseum, and she'd tell Jack about the Duke. And they'd go to Venice, and drift around in a gondola, and live in a palace, and feed the pigeons in St. Mark's Square. Then they'd go on to Florence. And she would take Jack to Ponte Vechio. to the little old shop where she bought his ring. And he might buy her one. too. And they would exchange them solemnly, in pledge of their undying love. Molly's heart was beating excitedly. She ran in to kiss little Rita goodby. And. scribbling a note, left it under the coflee pot Then she ran downstairs to get a taxi. CHAPTER XXXV THEY met at a little restau-ant Molly was waiting when Jack reached there, reading a newspaper at the table in the comer. The censors, unable to padlock the theater. had ceased their activities. But Molly noticed that a woman's club in Flatbush had passed resolutions the day before, condemning "Sacrifice.” as tending "to corrupt the morals of youth.” “Idiots!” she thought. Mr. Durbin would be glad though. The pubilicity. he declared, had fallen off, and with it the sale

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lof tickets. But they were playing jto a full house each night. And i the advance sale was nothing to ■ worry about. Neither were the royalties. Molly had bought herself a squirrel coat at the August sales, and paid SI,OOO for it, marked from $1,500. She spent her profits riotously, although Red tried constantly to curb her extravagances. It was glorious to have plenty of money—particularly for a girl who used to count herself lucky if she could keep a dollar bill in her purse. Jack greeted her casually. It was not surprising that she should be in New York, since she had two shows playing there. "It's great, to sec you." he declared warmly, holding her hand in both of his. "You're looking adorable,” he told her after he had ordered for them. "Take off your hat. I love to sec your hair.” “You look pretty good yourself,” she declared. "Busy, Jack?” He smiled happily. ."Rushed as the devil,” he exalted. "I guess I'm getting the breaks at last. Molly.” "Making money?” she prodded. He smiled mysteriously. "I'm on the track of a nice little fortune,” he confided. "Nothing's clinched yet. But it's as good as settled.” "Hows Mrs. Bulwer-Eaton?’ she demanded. "Well, Mrs. Bulwer-Eaton,” he began . . . "I know it.” she interrupted. "She gave you your great big chance And she's a wonderful woman, really. A heart of gold, and all ; that sort of thing.” it tt tt JACK missed the sarcasm. "She's a wonder!” he pronounced solemnly. "I'd like to have you meet her. Mollj. You'd like her a lot And I'd certainly like to show you her summer place. I remodeled it last season. You'd be crazy about it. Maybe,” he laughed rather mirthlessly, "maybe you’ll let me draw up plans for your place, -when you get around to building. All successful playwrights do have places, | you know.” Their sausages arrived then, piping hot and savory. Molly decided no* to propose until Jack’s ravenous morning appetite was satisfied. "I’ve something to ask you.” she announced, when the last waffle had disappeared. "Shoot!” he commanded. "I ought to be getting up to the office pretty soon.” "Now you've cramped my style!” she pouted. "It's very important. You mustn’t hurrry me. Besides, I'm embarrassed.” "You're blushing!” he accused. "Maybe I am. I feel like bursting a blood vessel,” she admitted. "Listen.. Jack. Look at me. dear. . . . Will you marry me, Jack? Nov. Right straight off.” Astonished, he stared at her. Crumpling a napkin slowly with his right hand. , "Molly!” (To Be Continued.)

TARZAN OF THE APES

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Tarzan of the Apes was ravenously hungry. Here was meat, which jungle ethics permitted him to cat. His knife was poised to dismember Kulonga. Suddenly a strange doubt stayed hie hand. He never before hesitated to eat of his kill, but was not this a man? Did men eat men?

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