The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1929-07-10

I think you haven't that, Miss
Burnham. Only a pretty little shin
ing talent"
II never thought much about
it" Molly faltered.
Il know. That is exactly the
point" The dean stood up. Don't
mix love and a career, my dear,
she admonished, and her manner
had become strangely gentle. TIC
the woman who lives in pursuit OF
fame, conflict is death. Single
minded she must be. All other pas
sions must be denied-even love. AS
no man can serve two masters
neither can woman serve her heart
and her mind"
But you said had talent" pro-
tested Molly.
The dean smiled, as one dismiss
ing a subject. She touched an cleo
trio button and her secretary opened
the door. Get in touch with Miss
Segal," she commanded, land tell
her, please, that I should like to see
her Immediately"
Molly knew that Berta Segal, who
was the most brilliant girl in her
class, was about to be offered "a
most unusual opportunity in the
literary world" Bertha Segal sent
neat little essays to the better
magazines, where they were oc-
casionally accepted. She also-since
the better magazines did not always
pay SO well-sold lesser stuff to the
Sunday supplements. With all her
heart Molly suddenly hated Berta
SegaI, who had dark, greasy hair.
And also the Dean, who offered a
girl a marvellous opportunity on a
silver platter and then Snatched it
away.
For a moment she almost hated
Jack, who hadn't enough money to
marry her, and didn't like it when
she wrote things about passion and
virgins Jack was aWfully old
fashioned, really. And probably the
Dean thought her a silly little fool
now -.
Molly kicked at the little painted
sign that said please" and walked
deliberately across the grass. digging
her high heels in the soft turf
defiantly. She felt not at all as an
engaged girl should feel. Particularly
an engaged girl on her way to meet
her fiance. She felt, in fact, as if
she were getting very much the
small end of things. AS if, indeed,
she were being sorely cheated
Which wasn't, of course, the proper
frame of mind for a sweet girl grad
uate contemplating matrimony.
A Ill the girls thought her Jack
"A was perfectly stunning. And,
after all, a girl can't have every
thing. Claudia Cabot might be mar
rying million and all that-but
everybody that Dick Godfrey had
cleft palate and perfectly rotten
disposition.
There really wasn't a boy any
where who could touch Jack for
looks. He was, as they say, every
thing-everything, that is, but
money. He was six feet one. In
his stocking feet, as Molly used to
add. And his hair had the most
adorable wave. 1t was dark hair,
and he had eyes to match. Sort Of
laughing eyes, they were. But his
chin was one of those dreadfully
determined things. SO, if girl
thought she was going to get away
with murder-just looking at his
eyes-she had only to consider that
chin of his and change her mind.
Like Gibraltar, Molly said it was.
eff only she was thinking at the
moment, che wasn't so darn stub
born!"
She opened her vanity and I'M
folded the torn clipping. Hell
have fit" she unused, but he can't
expect me to sit around with my
hands folded for the next year!"
Then she read the little verse
aloud. And a frightened squirrel
forgot to bury whatever it was he
was burying and scampered away
like mad, she was so dramatic about
it.
so this" she detained, throw
ing her arms wide
so this is the song Of the wife
All. what have I done with my hfe?"
And she repeated softly, "a girl,