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CHAPTER XLl—(Continued) "Don't do that!’’ she cried. ‘Why Bob. you couldn’t do that!” ‘Oh. yes, I could,” he assured her grimly. j* a a "T)UT. Bob. there's nothing in the 13 world I wouldn't do for Rita! You wouldn’t take her away—deprive her of all I can do for her." He returned her agonized stare steadily. "Do you know what, a seaanemone is. Molly? Rita and I have watched them at the aquarium. They look like delicate flowers. They're pink, or yellow, or iilac-oolored. And they float on the surface of the water as gently as blossoms. Dainty, quivering things, i You'd never know to look at them ■ that they are cruel and relentless. I They reach, suddenly, and grab j what they want. They send out showers of stinging, tiny darts. And when they've paralyzed their prey, they take the things that feed them and eject everything else. "You're like a sea-anemone, Molly. You paralyze with your j charms. You take the things that feed your vanity, and discard the rest. You threw Jack Wells over. You're playing now with Flynn. You use Rita even, to slack your thirst for adoration. You'd consume me, like the others, if you could. But you can't, Molly. Because I know what it’s all about, you sec. And the rest don’t. They've never watched a sea-anemone.” "Oh. Bob!” Molly tried to laugh. "You can call me all the names you please. I'll be an anemone, or a shark, or any old thing. Only it’s .lust too silly to talk about me throwing Jack over, and playing with Red. You simply don't understand.” "Don't you suppose I know that Red kissed you out there in the hall?" "What if he did? You don't think that's being sea-anemone, do you?” “It’s not right," he insisted stiffly "That's no sort, of carryings-on, with an innocent child in the house.” Molly laughed whole-heartedly. "Mv dear Bob, you’s simply funny! Os all the prigs a reformed rake i c the priggiest. That you should talk about ’carryings-on!”* “Well, now you know the way I feel about it. I tell you. Molly, I shan’t have Red Flynn kissing you, not while Rita’s around.” "But Rita doesn’t think there’s anything wrong about kissing! Neither does Red. Neither do I. My dear Bob, you’re being perfectly ridiculous! What’s a little kiss between friends?” a a a BUT Bob was in no mood for jesting. "I've said all I'm going to say.” he announced. “If you want Rita badly enough. I guess you could see your way to marrying her father. I wouldn't t'other you much. Molly. I’ce learned a lot about marriage and women, since I married Rita. I haven’t talked to you about love. But you know how I feel. I’m so crazy about you that I’m out of my head half the time. When I talk like a fool it’s desire for you that’s driving me insane. . . . Well, we won t talk about that. It isn’t protestations you're looking for. "You've had time enough now to think things over. Do you want Rita enough to marry me. Molly? Because if you don't. I'll take her. and clear out of your life. 11l leave you to Red Flynn." "Leave me to Red!" she cried. "But Bob. you silly thing Red doesn't want to marry me." “No?" Bob looked at her sharply. "Well I’m not surprised. Molly. He never did strike me as the marrying kind Why do you play around with him? If you know he never means to marry you. I should think rou'd be looking somewhere else." Bhe laughed at his simplicity. "And you say you’ve learned about women! Don't you know, my friend, that women don't pine for marriage these days?" "The right sort usually get married." he countered. “If Red Flynn plays loose with you. Molly, you just let me know.” "Red s my best friend. Bob. Don't be an old woman." she admonished. "Well, leave him out of it then. What do you say? Will you marry me?” “You wouldn’t take Rita away if I should nay ’No’ Bob?” "Yes, I would. Molly. -Oh. I know it's a rotten way to talk- But I

want you so fearfully. There’s nothing I wouldn't do to get you. You see. I love you, dear. In my cruel way, I love you. And —I’m something like you—there's not much I wouldn't do to get the thing I want. You ought to understand that. Molly.” “Oh. I understand.” she told him wearily. ‘‘You're a good deal of a devil. Bob, but I understand. Go away now. I'll give you an answer day after tomorrow.” “But. you've had time to think it over!” he protested. “No.” She shook her head. "Day after tomorrow.” CHAPTER XLII RED FLYNN'S mother died that . night, Someone telephoned from the office, and told Molly. Red lived away from town, and his telephone was out of order. Molly was not sure that he would want her to go to him. so she sent a note by messenger, asking if there was anything she could do. When he received her letter, Red telephoned to say that he had to go to the office. After that, if it was not too late, he would drop in and see her. She guessed that he was going to the office for money. "Please come,” she urged. “It won’t be too late, whatever time, it is It will do you good to talk with someone. Promise me you'll come.” “It may be pretty late. You're sure you won't mind?” "Not a bit.” she assured him. “They said at the office that she didn’t suffer. Red. I'm so glad.” “No,” he said. "She went very quietly. In her sleep.” “That was beautiful,” she consoled. “You mustn't feel too badly, my dear. You were so good to her. The tears people shed over their dead are almost always for their own thoughtlessness. We don't cry so often for the things we did, as for the things we didn’t do. You'll never have to reproach yourself, Red. You were the best boy to your mother that ever lived.” e “I tried to be. decent.” he said brokenly. “A sick woman has an awful lot to put up with.” “I know. And you were wonderfully patient, dear. Well, come in, when you can. We’ll have coffee together, like we used to. I'm all alone." It was hours before Red arrived. Molly had gone to sleep waiting for him. He came apologetically. There were things to do at the house, he said Lots of things. He shuddered. "My God. Molly, death's a dreadful thing!” aan SHE kissed him gently, and made him sit on her cloth-of-gold sofa, while she rubbed his head. "Will you go with me tomorrow to choose a casket?” he asked. “It I seems they’ve all kinds. I never thought about them before. I supposed they were all alike. I’d like to get something sort of softlooking.” "Why surely.” she promised I "We’ll find one that's dark and love- ! !y. like wood violets, with a soft sweet lining.” "They make blankets of flowers. ! don't, they?” he asked. "Something Jto throw over the damn hardness ! of the boards?” “Yes. beautiful things.” she told him. “Let me buy it. Red. I’ll get one of pale pink roses.” “She liked roses.” he murmured, j “The sweet-smelling ones. Will you ' get that kind. Molly?” I She smiled tenderly, and prom- | ised as though she ewere humoring a child. “The very sweetest ones that | grow.” “You're awfully good." he whispered. and drew her hands from | his head, to kiss her fingers, one by j one. "You're just about the only I friend I have. Did you know that, Molly? There wasn't anybody else I wanted to see. but you.” 'T'd gone to you. if I'd been sure,” she told him. "But 1 was afraid I might be intruding. I thought there might be relatives around. There usually are when people are dying.” “We haven't any relatives.” he | said. “Besides, it was very sudden. The doctors said her heart was getting weaker. But when the end came it was sudden. Thank God I happened to be there. ,1 went horn®

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early, with some port I'd found for her. We talked for a while. Then she gTew drowsy and dropped off to sleep. She never opened her eyes, Molly.” , “That was a lovely way to die. Red.” “Yes,” he said. “I suppose it was.” They were ouiet then for a little and Molly soothed his head again with her codl finger tips. “That light is in your eyes.” she murmured. “I'll put it out and light the candles. Have you some matches?” She reached for the switch. Red was fumbling in his pockets for matches. The room was in darkness. Suddenly there was a knocking at the door. A venomous knocking. Someone pounded angrily with his fists. “It’s Bob,” she whispered. She reached again for the switch, and flooded the room with light. "Yes?” she called. “Come in.” The door was flung violently open. Bob. disheveled and furious, stood on the threshold: “I knew it!” he cried. “ I knew I’d find him here.” “Red’s mother is dead, Bob.” Molly spoke quietly. “He came to ask me to help him choose a casket. She died tonight. Bob.” “He looks as if his mother just died!” scoffed Bob. that’s what men do. when their mothers die.” “Bob!” Molly laid her hand on his arm. “I don't know whether you've been drinking not, but you mustn’t make a scene here tonight. I tell you that Red's mother has just died.” a a tt RED had risen unsteadily to his feet. "Let him say whatever is on his mind, Molly,” he commanded. "The things that are on my mind aren’t fit to say!” sneered Bob. Red spoke slowly, measuring every word. "You came here once before, Newton, and I'd have thrown you out, if Molly hadn’t begged me not to. Now I think I’ll murder you.” "Red!” Molly threw herself against him. "Red dear, you're all upset. You don't know what you're saying. Bob, can't you see that Red is not himself? Get out of here, before something dreadful happens. You shouldn't talk like that. You know you shouldn't. I don't blame Red a bit for being angry. It would serve you right, whatever he did to you.” She was pushing Red toward the cloth-of-gold sofa. "Sit down, please. Don't let yourself get so excited. Listen, Red. Bogb's insanely jealous. He didn’t mean to be insulting. Bob asked me tonight to marry him." Bob advanced menacingly. “That’s more than you ever asked her!” he cried. “You come here at an hour when a decent man wouldn’t dream of compromising a girl. And you put out the light (To Be Continued)

TARZAN OF THE APES

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