The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1929-08-26
! kind" she contradicted, Indignantly.
I'm an incurable romanticiSt."

I'm an incurable romanticist."
TIE smiled cynically.
L 4 Crying eternally for love, I
suppose? No, you can't make me
believe that, Molly. Some women
are that way, I know. But you're
different"
I'm notl" she flashed. Il shall
never be loved enough for my hap
pinesS."
But 1 love you'll" he cried. Molly,
I'm crazy about you! You know that,
don't you? I'll love you, dear.
swear it."
She tried to laugh
But you're not romantic, Bob
not really. You make beautiful,
grand proteStations. But you're not
a bit my kind of a sweetheart. You'd
never do all the silly, sweet things
I'd adore. Why, you'd simply laugh
at my adolescent notions"
What kind of notions?" he de-
manded. What do you mean?"
Silly things" she foundered.
I'D love a husband who'd write me
love notes every day, and pick me
nosegays. And buy me things like
lollipOps and peanuts, because I like
them so. And play the guitar nights,
and sing me love songs. And kiss
me before and after every meal"
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Il know" she confessed, "it's
awfully silly. But there you arei
That's the sort Of a husband I want.
I 5ell you I'm a born romanticist.
You didn't know that, did you? You
never guessed I was one of those
dreadful sentimentalists who go
round simply screeching for love-"
you're little liar" he told her
coolly. You're cold as ice and you
know it. You sent Jack Wells
away. because he couldn't make
money enough to satisfy you. You're
playing at love now with Red
Flynn"
That's not true!" she defended
herself.
But Bob shook his head.
You're a vain creature, Molly.
Love has come to you so often, it's
grown a common thing" He was
fumbling through his wallet.
1--WE something to show you.
Clipped it out of a magazine yes
terday. because it made me think
of you. 1 was sure I stuck it in
here somewhere Oh, here it is"
He held torn piece of paper to
her.
Read it," he said. Its pro-
phetic."
She took it curiously, and read
aloud:
Love came to me so many times
1t grew a common thing,
Thought that it would always come
With song-birds in the spring.
And so dreamed and wondered
What next years love would be.
Until one spring there came no bird
To any poisoning tree"
Its pretty" she said, shivering
6elicately. Il suppose it's true, too"
"Of course it's true" he told her
Here's Rita now Think over
what had to say, won't you? You
might go further. you know, and
fare worse. Suppose you married
Flynn. Your children would have
carrot tops and freckles. Look at
my daughterl Did you ever see
anything prettier in your life?"
ID TIA was wearing a cashmere of
~ lilac color. sprigged with pink
roses and forget-me-nots. Her linen
slippers were gay with embroidery,
and her wide-brimmed hat was
loaded with tiny flannel flowers.
They f1uttered from the ends of her
sash and were caught in a perky
noSegay on her shoulder.
Hello, mama Hello, daddyi"
She kissed them impartially.
"Oh, daddy. know some new
words. Nancy's nurse told us. Fer
mez la bouche.' 1t means shut
your mouth daddy"
81 told her it was naughty to say
that" declared nurse Marie, primly.
"Nancy's nurse is a very common
person. Miss Burnham. I sl1an't al
low Rita to talk with her again. I"
"Oh, that's all right" declared
Molly gaily. ITS time Rita got
rough. Don't you adore her accent.
Bob? I'll run along now and not
bother you Be good girl. Precious. 4"
'Fermez la bouche." she told him
over Rita's head. and laughed be-
cause he seemed annoyed.
She went from the nursery to her
bedroom, and threw herself on the
chaise lounge. Bob I'D threatened