The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1929-08-31
by ELEANOR EARLY

would tell him about Bob. And
then she thought of Mrs. Bt1wer-
Eaton. and wondered If Red would
dare to ask Jack questions about
her. She was still wondering when
the telephone rang.
Something told her it was Jack
before she took the receiver down
Hello, Molly" he said, and his
voice still had that tender timbre
that thrilled her so outrageouSly.
"Yes?" she said, striving for con-
troll. who is it. please?"
She felt as though she might
faint, or cry aloud, or do something
altogether nonsensical and hyster-
ical.
You don't know my voice?"
ut isn't Jack Wells?"
Right the first time" he told her
gaily. How are you, Molly?"
Il, I'm fine" she assured him
politely. "W-what are you doing in
Boston. Jack?"
81 came over to see you" he in
formed her surprisingly. Il didn't
have the nerve to write. or wire. I
was afraid you wouldn't see me.
It's been a long time. Molly
AN awfully long time" she wav-
cred. "W-what do you want to see
me about?"
Gosh. Molly. I want to talk to
you. I've got to see you. What are
you doing now? Couldn't I go out
tonight? Red Fqynn's here. He's
got car. We could be out there in
ten minutes. Red has a date. He'd
just drop me. Please, Molly"
"I I'm afraid he'd think"
Tell him you're not at home"
But I can't do that, Jack. The
fact is-it's Bob Newton. He'd think
it was awfully funny"
Bob Newton!" he exclaimed.
why. Bob would understand"
NO" shee insisted. I'm afraid
lie wouldn't. Make it tomorrow,
Jack. Come in the morning, if you'd
like"
"Oh, let me come now!"
u
DUT Molly was firm. She had a
ID premonition that Bob had been
drinking. Knowing how inSanely
Jealous he was, she felt that it would
be foolish to precipitste a scene.
But, when she had disconnected,
she reproached herself because she
had not let Jack come, and now it
was too lace.
She would wait until 10 o'clock.
II Bob had not come then, she
would telephone the hotels. and To-
cate Jack. Or perhaps Red Flynn
would call, and let her know where
she might reach him. Dear Red!
Il was like him to try to patch up
things.
When the servants had gone to
bed. she went to the kitchen, and
looked in the refrigerator and the
pantry. She would prepare supper
herself for Jack if he came. She
Woods funeral, when she wanted
to cook dinner. That was the night
Dopey Dan shot her, when she was
on her way home from the florists.
Lots of water had flowed under the
bridges since then. That day was
the turning point in her whole life.
How nice it was, getting things
ready for Jack! They were going
to have steak. she remembered, and
mushrooms-and. of course, she was
to cook them herself. Now she had
woman to cook her food. and a
man to serve it. Almost anybody
would think that would make liie
pleasanter. But it didn't.
II shan't tell Jack I've a butler, "
she decided. 1T would simply an
noy him."
But she had better tell him, she
decided. about Bob. Better tell him
right straight off. Bob was being
a perfectly ideal f1ance. While he
played the game. she must. Besides,
it was much safer to tell the truth.
Goodness. next time she saw
Jack. she and Bob would probably
be married.
She covered her face with her
hands. and began. quite suddenly.
to cry. The door bell rang, and still
she cried. Then she remembered
that Natsu had gone to bed. She
must make herself presentable.
She daubed her face with powder.
and looked at herself in the glass.
Her nose was red and swollen, and
her eyes were pulled.
eff it's Bob" she thought, he'll
think I've been crying because I
was worried about him.