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CHAPTER XLII-(Continued) “That's enough! - ’ ordered Red savagely. “What do you think this is? You're the hero, are you? And I'm the villain, I suppose? And poor Nell here is fighting for her honor? Bah! Run along, little Boy Scout. Wc don't want to play with you. Wc don't like your looks.” He turned contemptuously on his heel, and lit a cigaret. “Tell hem to go chase himself, Molly,” he instructed over his shoulder ‘'You’re seeing naughty movies, Newton. They're too strong fodder for a guy like you.” ‘T've seen plenty tonight,” snarled Bob. “I've seen enough to take my child away from this house.” Molly was trembling nervously. “Don't provakc him, Red,” she whispered. But Red was pot to be silenced. “That's the egg that had the nerve to ask you to marry him!” he jibed. “I want to do the right thing," ■ blustered Bob defensively. “I want Rita to have a decent home. “If iCTolly wants to get married,” announced Red. “she doesn’t have to marry a sap like you. She can marry a regular guy.” "Sh, Red.” besought Molly. “I mean it,” he said. "You can marry me. You don't think Rita's (he only cute kid that's ever going to get born, do you? Shucks! Rita's a nice little girl, and all th&t. But you can't tell how she's going to (urn out. My God. she might take after her father; Then what would you do?” a a a MOLLY tried to laugh. “You're acting like a couple cf children.” she scolded. "Stop your nonsense.” “Nonsense nothing!” he exclaimed. “I'm asking you to marry me. I’d do more than that to save you from a chump like Newton. You knowhow It was. when mother was alive. I couldn't ask you then,” “But, Red. you funny thing. . . ” "Funny! There's nothing funny about man asking a girl to marry him. is there? Maybe Newton thinks there is. I guess he thinks guys in my league never ask a girl things like that." "Molly is already considering a proposal from me,” injected Bob stiffly. "Yeah? Well, give him his answer now. Molly. Give it to him plenty, dear!" "Oh, Red. don't talk like that!” Molly put her fingers to her ears. “Please don't say any more. You .... you. . . . you're awfully m-111 • mean, b-b-both of you!” She was crying now. ”F-f-fighting j-just like d-dogs. G-go home, b-b-both of you! I. . . T h-hate you!” The door slammed on Bob's unceremonious departure, and Molly fell back on her cloth-of-gold sofa, crying as though her he#rt would break. Red knelt, then, beside her. and put his arms round her. cradling her gently. “Poor little kid. Poor little Molly. I'm a? tiad as he is. dPar. We re a couple of eggs. Ought to be shot, both of us." “I'm so unhappy.” she moaned. ■4 m the unliappiest girl in the • whole wide world." He patted her hair with his big. •ruder hands. “Don't let me make you that way. You don't have to marry me, just to get rid of Newton you know You do whatever you want, hbney.” When she stopped sobbing, he wiped her eyes and nose with his handkerchief. “You're so funny." she declared, smilingly mistily. “What if I said I d marry you. Red Flynn? What . wculd you do then?” “Gosh, what do you think?” he demanded. “Id be tickled to death.” •Honest?” " Honest-to-God.’’ a a a SHE stroked his cheek with her hand “Get up. darlin’. Sit beside me. You look like a young man proposing. down on your knees. Oh. Red. you're a peach! I don't know what I’d do without you. It would be sort of wonderful to have you for a husband. I mean for a little while It would. But. in the long 'nun. you'd make a perfectly awful husband, Red. You're simply not

j the marrying sort. You were made to be a bachelor. You're fearfully improvident, and irresponsible. You’ve all the gay traits that make bachelors fascinating. But you know yourself you wouldn’t make a very good husband.” Red seemed to consider the indictment ruefully. “I suppose I wouldn’t ’’ he ad- ! mitted. "But, gosh you Tan’t have everything, Molly. A handsome gentle guy like me. Pure heart, nice sense of humor . . . Say, what do j you want?” “See here. Red Flynn!” She caught his shoulders, and made him ] lace her squarely. “You don't really \ truly want to get married, HOll- - est now—do you?” He grinned unabashed. “Well, that guy drove me to it." “I know, old dear. I'm awfully , obliged. But you won't mind if I 1 turn you down, will you?” "You're the doctor.” he declared. "But I meant all I said about being crazy about you. honey. I'd marry you tomorrow, if you wanted. And I'd be awful good to you.” “I know' you would.” She leaned against him confid- ! ingly. i "it’s funny, how many kinds of ! love there are,” she pondered. “Now, I love you. Re' - . And you love me. i But it’s not tne wonderful forever- ' and-ever sort. It's aw'fully nice and i satisfying and friendly, and everyi tiling. Only, when you’re just j simply crazy about someone, it's I different. It’s agonizing then. And j terrifying. It sort of takes your breath awa y. Did you ever love | anyone like that. Red?" His arm around her shoulder tightened, and he did not answer. | "Do you mind.” she went on, “if : I talk to you like this? You’re such j a wonderful friend. It’s good to be | able to say things you really, truly | think. I don't, suppose I’ll ever get | over loving Jack Wells as long as j 1 live. But — this sounds like an I awful thing to say—l think, maybe, Red. I’ll marry Bob Newton. Would ! you mind very much? You see | there's Rita . . .” ! Someone at the door interrupted, j before Red had time to answer. | Molly went herself to open it, And there stood Bob, with a policeman. CHAPTER XLIII rpHE policeman was Big Tim j 1 Duggan, the night patrolman, j Molly and he were old friends, but I now he greeted her differently.“Why, Tim!" she exclaimed. "What under the sun is the mat--1 ter?” He designated Bob with a jerk of his huge, grizzled head. “The gentleman says you're keep- ; ing his daughter against his will. Miss Burnham." "Bob Newton, are you crazy!” She wheeled furiously on him. “You ought to be ashamed of yourself. What’s the matter with you any- ; how?” But Bob preserved a frozen ; silence. Red was scowling menacingly, and Molly saw that his fists were I clenched. She laid her hand on his | arm. “You keep out of this. Red," she ordered. Then she spoke again to Officer , Duggan. ! “It's quite true. Tim. that I have i Mr. Newton's little girl here. v ou i know Rita. Mr. New'ton is her • father. When Mrs. New ton died, she asked me to take her baby. Mr. Newton surrendered her of his own volition. I've had her ever since. I've never tried to keep her away from him. It isn't true that I have her against his will. He has been coming here whenever he chooses, to see the child, and to be my guest. Our relations have always been perfectly friendly.” The big policeman scratched his head. “It's none of my doings. Miss. The gentleman says you've his child, and he comes to the station house, looking for a warrant. Seeing as I knew you. I comes, friendly-like, to see what the trouble is.” “Newton's crazy.” injected Red. “That's all the trouble. Tim." "I told you to keep out of this.” repeated Molly sternly. She ignored Bob. who stood in the doorway, twisting his hat awkwardly. “What if I refuse to give her up, Tim?” ‘ You'd have to show gpod reason.

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, There and be a hearing before a judge, ! and you'd both have a chance to j tell your stories.” | "But I mean tonight. You're not ! asking me to wake the poor child ! at this time of night, and give her j to Mr. Newton, to take God-knows-j where. It's the most idiotic thing ■ I ever heard.” ! “’Twould be much more sensible j now if you two could get together,” ■ suggested Duggan peaceably, “and argue it out between the two of you. ; There’s nothing to be gained by j J running to the judge with your I tale. Sure, and the child is his.” “She’s mine.” contradicted Molly. ! “He gave her to me.” I "To be having for a little w'hilc,” I soothed Duggan. "And sure you | want to keep the little angel, which iis only natural, God knows. For j she’s as pretty a one as even! saw.” ana MOLLY turned her back squarely on Bob. | "Ask him,” she directed the poj liceman, "if I may keep her tonight. and if he will come tomorrow' to talk things over.” "You heard her, Mr. Newton. Be a good lad now, and let’s have no more talk this night. For Miss Burnham is a fine little lady, and you shouldn’t be breaking her ptxwr little heart.” They waited, like actors in a drama, for Bob's answer. Officer Duggan drew his shaggy gray brows ! together, frowming. Molly bent to | a bowl of flowers on the table, | twisting their blossoms this way | and that. Red's fists w T ere still j clenched, and he glared at Bob like ian animal that seeks to hypnotize ! before it springs. Bob bowed. He was looking at, Molly, but she kept her back to him. j "If I have Miss Burnham's promi ise to see me tomorrow, and coni elude the matter at that time,” he ! said. Molly raised her head, and re- ■ turned his gaze steadily, j "At three o’clock.” she said. Then she spoke to Officer Duggan again, explaining Red's presence. "Mr. Flynn’s mother died tonight. Tim. He came to tell me about it.” “And w-as she ailing long, the poor woman?” inquired the big policeman sympathetically. “May God have mercy on her soul." "She’s been sick a long time,” Red told him. "She’s better off now. Tim.” Bob had stepped quietly into the hall, and now Duggan follow'ed him. "Good nigjjt, Miss Burnham. Sorry to have troubled you. I’ll say a bit of a prayer this night for you and the little one.” “Oh. thank you. Tim.” "If you'd use your nightstick now on Newton,” suggested Red. “it would be more to the point, Tim.” But Molly closed the door on his blasphemy. "You go. too. Rea," she commanded. “It would be just like Bob to skulk around here all night. I’ll order the flowers in the morning, and you can reach me by phone, if there's anything I can do.” (To Be Continued)

TARZAN OF THE APES

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The ape-man, seeing Clayton disinclined to follow, grasped him by the coat, dragging him al6ng for awhile. The Englishman concluded he was a prisoner. Thus they traveled into the impenetrable forest and wild calls of savage life and falling night. Suddenly there came a faint report—a single shot-then silence.

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