The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1929-08-28

The novel itself was received with
almost historical fevor. Immediately
It. Jumped to the head of best-Seller
lists. and was the unanimous choice
of The-Book of the Moment Club.
It was written, the critics said,
with exquisite sensitivenesS and
poignant beauty. There was a great
deal of conjecturing. Was it, they
demanded, in the nature of an auto
biography?
At the insistence of her publishers,
Molly received reporters. And then,
being thoroughly human and a
woman, she played up to them.
THE orchid bedroom had become
i her sitting room. formally
beautiful Relieved of all austere-
ness, with flowers and books, and
gay, blossomed china. The floor
was waxed green, and seemed to
simmer. At the windows were
green silk glass curtains, and the
walls were hung with yellow bro
cade.
Molly wore a Nile-green tea gown
with flowing sleeves and a train
when she talked for her public. She
sat in a candle light, and pourR
orange blossom tea from an old
French service. When reporters
came, the butler drew a tea-table
before the fireplace. and laid it with
a lace cloth. Then Molly, trailing
clouds of chiffon glory, received
like a lady in novel.
One day Red came and found
her pouring her orange blossom tea,
and passing caviar sandwiches. She
we're water lilies at her belt, trail
ing their long stems down the soft
ness of her yellow skirt. And she
looked. he thought. like the Lily
Maid. in Idylls of the King.
When the others had gone (there
we're two literary dowagers and a
society reporter. Molly changed
her chiffon gown for a skirt of plaid
stuff and a scarlet blouse. And her
feathered slippers for a pair of
stubby oxfords.
We'll go for walk" she said,
"and buy some hot dogs somewhere.
II you knew how sick to death 1
am of being rare and delicate!"
But Red laughed at her protesta-
lions.
You love it." he told her.
"You're eating it up"
Its amusing" she admitted.
Il know"
'It's a great relief, being re-
spectacle" she declared. Mothers
coming to visit me. I've been so good.
I don't know what mother will say
when she sees my butler. hope he
doesn't brighten her. He is rather
imposing you know. 1 used to be
scared of him myself"
You and your butler!" jeered
Red. And I remember when you
used to borrow your lunch money.
MOLLY sighed.
NI Il was happier them she
murmured.
Yves, you were!" he contradicted
"Don't pull that on me. Molly
But I was" she insisted.
He looked at her sharply.
by the way. Jack Wells is conn.,
ing in to New York on the Isle de
France tomorrow. Our correspond
ent in Paris sent us a tip"
Molly bent to tighten her shoe
lace.
rs that SOP" she replied po-
litely.
But Red, being an observing
Young man. was not deceived by
her casual manner. Any girl, he
decided. could regain her compo-
sure after spending thirty full sec
ondS on shoe string. There wasn't
anything the matter with the shoe
string anyhow. 1t was tied, in the
beginning.
That evening Molly could net
Danish thoughts of Jack. She Won
dered if he had read Ashes of De-
sire" And what he thought of it.
And If that silly old Mrs. Bulwer-
Eaton was returning also on the Isle
de France. And where they'd been.
And what they'd done. And # Jack
had missed her. And if there'd ever
been another girl. And if Mrs. Bull
wer-Eaton really tried to vamp
him -.
Then Bob came. to interrupt her
wonderingS--For some time Molly
had succeeded in being evaSive with
Bob. He had been sober and con-
siderate. and had not tried to talk
again of love or marriage.
CHAPTER XII.
DOB had way of out-staying
ID everybody. Red had stayed for
dinner. and Bob came in afterward.
Molly frantically signaled Red to
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