Indianapolis Times, Volume 41, Number 90, Indianapolis, Marion County, 24 August 1929 — Page 11

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THIS HAS HAPPENED MOLLY BURNHAM, eharminq playvrigM. has a s'limv pr*c* with 808 NFWTON and RED FLYNN. Bob has boon drinking, and insists thst ha wants hi* habv. Molly took the child when Bob's wife died, and now she lives in mortal terror lest he take her away. She has grown to love little RITA as though she were her own child, and her who!* life revolves about the baby. After Molly gets rid of her quarrelsome callers, she writes a letter to her old sweetheart, JACTG tVELLS. who is enlng to Italy. She humbly admits her love and longing, and says that she wishes thev might go together. Molls- writes until breakfast time, ■when R*d Flvnn telephones to say that MRS. BULWER-EATON. a middle-aged millionairess, sailed with Jack on the Leviathan. Then she destroys her letter. NOW r.O ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XXXVIII THERE were stories after that, about Jack and Mrs. BulwerEaton. They said that in the Bul-wer-Eaton mansion there was a golden bathtub, with cupids painted on it. And they said that a French maid bathed the pomeranians each morning in the gold tub. There were rumors that the two were married, although no record co-uld be found of a marriage license. I* was whispered, also, that the old woman had adopted Jack, and would make him her sole heir. European correspondents met the Leviathan when she docked at Liverpool. Mrs. Bulwer-Eaton was accompanied by her personal maid, a secretary, and two stalwart guards. With plenty of team work, the quartet fended ofF reporters, and Mrs. Bulwer-Eaton made a successful getaway. Jack was not with her. and there was a rumor that he had gone ashore disguised as a steward. Still, the couple was news. Cameramen bribed the servants, and gained entrance to the various Bul-wer-Eaton homes. They photographed the million-dollar bathtub. Anri the statues of Cupid and Psyche in the old lady’s boudoir. Featur- writers did articles on the' mosaic floor in the ballroom, comparing it to the art of Nero's banquet hall. They described, in great detail, the rug woven in Tunis for Mrs. Bulwer-Eaton, depicting the characters of a famous comic strip. They counted the cut crystal chandeliers. and the gold handles on the bureau drawers . . . And, by the time they were through, half the world thought young Mister Wells had done pretty well by himself. And the other half thought he ought to be ashamed, and shouldn't be allowed to live. Everybody Tead the news but Mollv. Fhe had given orders that everv word about the infamous Bul-wer-Eaton-Wells affair be destroyed before the papers were brought to her. Once Red Flynn had tried to talk about it. “That's an awful riding they're giving young Wells," he observed, meaning to sound quite casual. MoPy said nothing. “It's a flock of lies and horse feathers, if you ask me." he vouchsafed Molly shrugged her shoulders “I didn't ask you.” she remarked pointedly. "Well. I'm telling you then.” he pursued unruffled. "If the old dame doesn't take them for a few millions in libel suits, she's a dumb jane. As for Walls—my gosh, they've taken him for an awful r jr}o. And I ak you—what have Miey got on him? Nothing. Nothing at all. A man's got a right to go to Europe- He don't have to tell the cock-cved world about it. does he?” MoHy faced him angrily. “It's about time you observed.” she told him cuttingly, “that I'm not interested in Mrs. BulwerEaton and her boy friends, if any.” Red whistled. “But you don't really think—” he began. “I don't think anything about it,” she flashed. “And what s more. I don't want to. If I'd lived as long as you have. Red Flynn, and had as little tact ” “Oh. all right." he soothed. "Don't get excited, sweetness. By the way. speaking of boy friends, how’s your little pal. Bob?” "Butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth,” she admitted, “since he apologized for that dreadful night He'a nice as nice can be. He simply went down on his knees. He was thoroughly ashamed of himself. And he's tried so hard to be

sweet since. It’s rather pathetic.” Red looked annoyed. “Once an egg. always an egg,” he observed. “I'm glad, though, you never tried to go through on that custody business. No excuse for you pulling a low-down trick, because the other fellow's rotten.” “No,” she admitted. "I thought that over afterward. I’ll never try to take Rita away from him. I haven't the right. The thing that hurts. Red, is knowing that he has the right to take her from me. If Bob should marry again, he probably would want Rita.” “Probably,” acknowledged Red. “The only way you can beat that,” he added carelessly, “is marrying him yourself.” “I’ve thought of that,” she said quietly. “Molly! My God. are you crazy!” Red cliitched her arm roughly. “Don't!” she exclaimed. “You hurt. Can't you take a joke, Stupid?” l “You didn't sound like you were joking. Molly." “Well, I was. Anyhow why all the excitement?” “I’d marry you myself,” he declared, “rather than let that sap have you.” “Indeed?” She swept him a mocking little courtesy. “That's awfully good of you, Mister Flynn." a a a THE next, afternoon Bob called with a French primer for Rita. Molly meant never to be at home when he came. She was jealous of Bob. and it hurt her to see the comradely spirit that was developing between him and his daughter. She felt, also, that she could never —after that dreadful night—care for Bob again. Rita’s French, under his tuition, had progressed remarkably. And the daily lessons were sweet to the child, as her bedtime hour with Molly. Tormented by her envious demons. Molly kept away when the two were together, sparing herself the agony of watching them. She despised herself for her jealousy. knowing it for a base and unworthy emotion. She read, in a doctor's book, that jealousy is a disease, with deadly ravages. She tried to cure herself of it, as she would of a physical sickness, prescribing various antidotes. It was unhealthy for a woman to concentrate her emotions so entirely upon a child. In vain Molly sought absorption, first in work, then in trivialities. But the fear of losing Rita filled her life to the exclusion of all things else. Like a great, unwholesome bogey, it stalked her day and night. Then came the afternoon when she went to the nursery and found Bob there. Rita was in the park. Boh had come earlier than usual, and was waiting for her. Molly stopped on the threshold. “Oh.” she raid. “I didn’t know you were here.” ‘You've been avoiding me. Molly.” he accused. “No. I haven’t. What makes you think so? I've been awfully busy, that's all." “An-thintr snerial?” he asked. Mollv hesitated “I have it. in my mind.” she confessed, “to write a book Something different. Quite unlike anything I've done before. I've been mulling it over for days.” “A mmrnce. T suppose?” “A blighted romance." she said. He looked un auickly. "Your own stem-?" he aked. ■Rut cho sheok her bead, enlorine so guiltily, be knew he had surmised correctly. n # w “T”OR a girl who has everything I' in the \rr>rid," he remarked. I ‘vou’re a singu'arlv unhannv per*rn Molly. You're •'■oung and charming. You’ve friends. micht bave levers. You've a child tef cherish. A beautiful home, and nlentr of mone*-. What more could ; a 're-ran ask?” “Wht makes rou th*nk I'm unhnonv?” she demanded. | “You've chanced." he declared. “The old snarkle’s gone. You're not gay the way you used to go. You don't lauch so much. And you’ve the saddest smile in the world. Mollv.” “Well.” she said. "I'm not so mnr? as I used to be. And T don’t think I'm charming at all. I haven’t anv particular friends—lust Red. and s*oti—and Mr. Durbin, maybe And I haven’t any lover at all. Os course

—By Williams

I adore Rita. But, after all, she’s not mine. As for my beautiful home —why, it’s nothing in the world but a rented flat! I don't own a stick of furniture in it. To have a home, Bob—a really, truly home—you have to have love. I guess . . “Why don’t you get married?” he interrupted. “And who,” she asked, “wants to marry me?” * It was a tactless question, born of a moment's bantering. As soon as the words were out of her mouth, Molly regretted them Bob was standing now by Rita’s crib, looking, not at Molly at all, but at the mad March hare. “I do,’ he said, and raised his eyes to hers. “Why. Bob!” she quavered. “It. isn't,” he admitted, “an exclusive desire on my part. There are plenty of men who would like to marry you. You’d be a rarely lovely wife, my dear. You are the sort of woman a man dreams about whom he would most desire. For when he thinks of the woman dream-girls are made of your sweetness, and tipped with your flame—did you know that, Molly? You’re the kind of girl ” “Bob!” she cried. , “Oh. I know, dear—l’m a good deal of an egg. and I’ve an awful nerve to ask you to marry me. I’ve given a couple of unpleasant exhibitions of just what kind of a chump I am. And it’s darn preposterous to expect you to listen to me . . . But, after all, Molly, - there are certain circumstances to }be considered. I happen to be the ! father of a child whom you adore. If you should marry me, you would become Rita's mother. That ought to mean something to you.” She shook her head wildly. “But, Bob, I have Rita now. You wouldn’t ever take her from me?” “Rita is mine,” he said. “Suppose, ! Molly, that you should marry someone else. Would you expect me to give up my child?” “But I'm not going to mrrry anyone, Bob” “It isn’t,” he insisted, “a matter on which I can hazard any chances. Nearly everyone wants to marry, and almost everyone suceeds. If you marry, you would probably have children of your own.” it a a “T'D love Rita most,” she declared. JL “But I couldn't let you have her.” he protested. “You must believe I love my child, Molly.” “Why. of course you love her! Everybody loves My goodness. Bob. what are we talking about? Anybody'd think—” She laughed nervously. “I'm sure I've no notion of getting married, or having a family, or anything of that sort.” “But you ought to. That's what’s the matter with you. Molly. Your life is incomplete. You need a husband. Children. Requited love.” “Bob!" she appealed. “You make me sound like an old maid with a complex! Stop it!” He nut his arm around her awkwardly. “Now listen to me. little girl. We've been friends for a long time, haven’t we? We know each other pretty well." (To Be Continued)

TARZAN OF THE APES

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—By Martin

Tarzan was returning to the cabin. When he came in sight of the beach, a strange and unusual spectacle met his vision. On the placid waters of the land-locked harbor floated a great ship, and on the beach a small boat was drawn up. And men—like himself —were moving about!

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—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

The report of the weapon, the first Tarzan had ever heard, filled him with wonderment. Were such white men his brothers? Presently the men launched the boat, jumped into it and rowed away toward the great ship. Th°n Tarzan slipped back to the cabin. Everything had been ransacked!

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