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CHAPTER XLVT—(Continued) Bob was pale and unsteady. He clutched at the edge of a desk, and teetered uncertainly. “So that’s it!” he repeated. Red’s face crimsoned wrathfully. His temper, among his intimates, was proverbial. But Bob had no way of knowing that. Neither did he know’ that Red’s smashing left was more or less famous. a a a SUDDENLY a hairy fist caught him on the chin. The probability is that Bob did not recognize it for a fist. Because, at the moment it connected with his chin, he closed his eyes, and his powers of observation forthwith ceased to function. After some moments he moaned weakly, and tried to raise his head. It collided painfully with the leg of a chair. Then, mercifully, he passed again into oblivion. A little later someone came and , threw cold water in his face, and oressed brandy between his lips. And immediately other men came. They brushed off his clothes, and retrieved his hat, which had fallen behind a desk. Then they called a taxi, and when he had given them his address, they sent him home., Bob was talking before that, rather incoherently, of police. He wanted a warrant. And he talked of assault and battery. He surprised himself by using oaths that had never before come to his lips. He did not, in fact, realize that he ’ harbored such expressions in the remotest comer of his sub-con-sciousness. The ugly epithets he used were applied entirely to Red, on whom he vowed a deep and dreadful vengeance. The men who wc e brushing him off were newspapermen. They took the affair with a very casual air, as though they were used to finding unconscious people strewn oil over the place. “Better lay off Red,” they admonished. “What chance have you got against a police court man? Naturally the boys will give him the breaks. It would be a lot of advertising that w’ould do you no good.” Eventually he saw the wisdom of their advice. He realized that a story may be fairly presented, but with enough subtle humor to render either plaintiff or defendant absurd. Even for the sake of a verdict, he had no desire to appear ridiculous. As the reporters had said, it was natural that the newspapers should give Red a break. The inevitable conclusion would be his own presentation in the most ignoble of roles. He was determined, however, to locate Molly and compel the return of his child. He considered consulting a detective agency, but decided to wait for a few days. For the present, it was better that people should think Molly had gone away solely to avoid the insistence of the press. He called one of the papers and dictated a statement. "Regretting the exploitation of her mo6t personal affairs. Miss Burnham.” he said, ‘ has left Boston in company with my small daughter. Neither Miss Burnham nor I have any further statement to make at this time.” Meantime, the re-w’rite men. each fortified by a copy of “Ashes of DeIre," were writing various “True ‘Stories of Molly Burnham’s Romance.” Assuming that the book was autobiographical, they inter-n-eted It as a message to Bob. a a a XT was a good story. Full of heart ' throbs. The re-write men did net know that it was not true There was Molly's book, from which to nuote. And there w’ere certain facts. They put two and two together. News was scarce, and a good romance is almost as good as a murder, any day. Besides, it is not often there is such a chance for an attractive layout as Molly’s pictures furnished. Molly takes a very good picture, and she had been photographed by the best portrait photographers in the country. There were pictures, too. of Pita. She is a delightful child, and has been ohotographed oftener. probably than any child outside of the movies. Considering all things then, the news editors can scarcely be blamed for plugging the story for an it was worth. On the second day, the stories were more complete than on the first. They traced Molly’s phenomenal success from

college days. And they recounted the shooting by Dopey Dan from beginning to end. The stories of Molly’s plays were told and re-told. And Ashes of Desire was reviewed in a five column spread. Red Flynn read the first editions. And when he had finished, he sent Molly a telegram. It was addressed to Mrs. William Blake, Lennox, Mass. And it read: “MY SCHEME ALL WET STOP B. ON RAMPAGE STOP SUGGEST RETURN AT ONCE TO PACIFY HIM STOP NO WORD FROM J. STOP GUESS HE WENT BACK TO NEW YORK.” When Molly received this cryptic message, she threw discretion to the winds and telephoned Red at the police court. “What's Bob ramping about?” she demanded. “Is he furious because I took Rita away?” “That’s some of it,” admitted Red. “The telephone’s no place for confidences, old thing. Come on home, and I’ll tell you.” “Is he drinking?” “I don’t know. The truth is, Molly ...” Red hesitated. “Yes?” she prompted. “What’s happened? Hurry up and tell me. I’m imagining the most awful things.” “Wait till I close the door,” he admonished. “The walls have ears around this dump. Can you hear me all right. Molly?” “Os course I can hear you. For heaven’s sake, Red, don't be like that!” a a a “W TELL,” he drawled, “I knocked W your fi-ancy for a row of goals last night, Sweetness. Oh, he’s all right now. Nothing to wdrry about. Just a little clip on the chin. Nice and clean, right outa the picture.” “Red! You brute! What did you do that for?” “Little private matter.” he told here serenely. “I’ve been wanting to take a wallop at the guy for a long time. Last night he comes down to see me, and pretty soon he pulls a fast one.” “But you shouldn’t have struck him!" she cried. “Well, remorse isn’t gnawing away at my vitals, so don't let that bother you, sweetness. The point is. the young man's a bit riled. First off. he was going to have me arrested for assault and battery. But I i guess he thought better of that one. because there haven't been any process servers invading the sanctuary of our consecrated press rcom.” “It’s nothing to joke about!" inI terrupted Molly sharply. “If you’ve i infuriated Bob. he’ll simply take it 'out on me—that's all.” “That being that, you might as well come home. What I’m afraid of is he might get some detective agency on your trail. Then there’d be the deuce of a rumpus.” “Little sunbeam! You're so consoling. I guess you’re right though. Exit Mrs. William Blake and entourage from Lenox. Now listen. Red.” Molly's voice came caressingly over the wires. “Tell me honestly.” she coaxed, “haven't you seen Jack?” “Not hide or hair of him. I guess he’s ditched you,” he told her unfeelingly. "Serves you right. Molly getting yourself engaged to an Arab like Newton. “Oh, Red. be nice to me,” she begged. “I'm so upset. Rita has a perfectly dreadful cough, and I'm worried to death. Please be nice, just for a little while.” “All right,” he promised. “Come on home, and I'll be nice. Better plan to get in some time after dark. It will give you a peaceful night, if the crowd doesn’t know you’re back.” R was raining when Molly reached Boston. A driving, furious storm, with the rain coming down like slim stilettos, and whirling, when it fell, in great, gray puddles. And an angry wind blew in damp, | wet gusts. a a a THERE was the feeling of melancholy that comes so often with rain and darkness. Molly felt engulfed in a dreadful depression that foreboded, she feared more unpleasantness. She remembered the night, when she was at college, that she and Jack talked of premonitions. And she told him that she could feel disaster in her bones. He had laughted at the notion. But now she felt sure that what she said was

—By Williams

i true. She could sense catastrophe in her very marrow’. It was a calamitous night. Molly drew’ her coat tightly about her, and shivered. “Is daddy going to meet us?” demanded little Rita, pressing her nose to the window, as they drew into the station. “Where’s daddy, mama?” “I don’t know, dear.” Molly changed the subject. “Won’t it be nice to be home again, Rita! How would you like to have Natsu bring your little bed in mother’s room tonight? Wouldn’t you like that, dear?” “And you’ll tell me about when you were a little girl?” wheedled Rita. “And how Grandpa Burnham took you to the circus? And you ate the peanuts, and drank all the pink lemonade, and got sick as anythnig?” “And the lions!” prompted Molly. “And the sea lion that ate all the fishes—dozens and dozens of them, Rita! And the elephant that carried the man in his mouth!” Rita’s eyes were sparkling. “You tell nicer stories ’n my daddy,” she approved. Molly had thought Red might be at the station, but there w’as nobody there to meet them. A taxi whirled them through the darkness. And Natsy, calm and unperturbed, admitted them. “I’m not at home.” she told him. “Not to anybody, Natsu.” He bowed gravely. "My lady has had many callers.” “Yes —well, I don’t w’ant to see any of them. And, Natsu, please move Miss Rita's bed into my room.” Molly chided herself for her fears. They were quite childish, really. She had an absurd notion that Bob would try to kidnap Rita from her nursery. It was better that the child should remain with her. “And. Natsu. be sure you lock the doors very securely tonight.” CHAPTER XLVII 'T'HE night, surprisingly enough, passed without event. MollyIp, ed it would pour for a week. porters had to hang around on wet nights. If they were delegated to watch the house, they had sought a warmer, dryer haven. But in the morning, very early, the telephone rang. The first of the news hounds was on the wire. “No word from Miss Burnharn yet?” “No,” lied Natsu. “We have no i idea when she will return. We have heard nothing.” Molly went into the kitchen, and made an omelet. Rita was not ■ awake yet. but she loved omelets. . Molly would make a beautiful puffy one. with jelly in it, and they would have it together in her room. While she was moving about the kitchen, the cook's cat rubbed 3gainst her legs, purring a Jovel; song. Molly stroked his beautify arched back, and the cat purree more happily, in an ecstasy of feline joy. Then Molly stopped, and (Turn to Page 12)

TARZAN OF THE APES

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—By Martin

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—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

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