The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1929-08-17

| advance. The evening papers had
all carried stories. And there was
talk of padlocking the theater.
Il wish you'd some over" he
coaxed. The little girl I have on
publicity says she could arrange q
lot of things, if you we're on the
spot" .
What kind of things?"
"Oh, interviews, and personal ap-
pearances. She thought if 1 should
give you a luncheon, and invite a
lot of writer's, it might be a good
idea. Then she said something
about your doing some lecturing on
/ censorship. 1 wish you would,
Molly"
She laughted at his eagerness.
mot even for YOU" she retorted.
I'D rather go back to SnodgraSs."
But it was something amusing to
write Red. She Eflled sheet after
sheet with the tale. He would be
delighted with the enterprise of the
censors. Mr.. Durbin said they'd
done more for the play than all the
billboard advertising in New York.
1t was late when she began
Jacks letter. It wasn't fun writing
him, as it used to be. There were
so many things now she couldn't
write about. Sacrifice" for in
stance. He was probably shocked
| by the censorship scandal.
Besides, there was that horrid,
hateful woman, Mrs. Bulwer- Eaton.
A girl couldn't very we'll write a
loving letter to an ex-sweetheart
who sat under her very nose with
a huge, red creature, old enough to
be his own mother Still there was
/ that silver ring she had brought
home from Florence. She had
bought it for him, because she loved
him. Because she wanted to give
him something rare and beautiful.
And because she had lost the little
shining diamond that was his gift
to her.
Dearest" she began-no, that
wouldn't do. E. Dear Jack" =.
Too casual. Dear Boy"
that sounded all right :. D.. not
Dearest Boy" but just Dear Boy"
Not too exclusive. But familiar.
Loving, but not extravagant.
L am sending you silver ring.
Lucrezia Borgia, they say, had one
exactly like it. And she hid her
| poison powders in it. :"
Oh, dear no-that wouldn't do at
all. Acting as If nothing had hap
pened.
Dear Boy"
Il wonder who the charming lady
was I saw you with at the the
alter? E. ="
Hypocrite! Hypocritel Hypocrite!
Charming lady''-that od;ous crea-
ture! Besides, he might think she
was jealous.
DIETER try once more. Tell him
ID about little Rita, and the beau
/ tiful new apartment. and what fun
it was having a baby in the house.
She would just refer to the ring in
P. S. 1t would be better that way.
Any one would think that a girl
who could write plays, could write
letter easily enough. But it was
dawn before Molly went to bed.
Reds letter she put in big stamped
| envelope. There were eight sheets
OF yellow copy paper, hurriedly
( typed. Jacks letter was handwrit-
ten on her best stationery. There
was a single sheet, and the writing
| did not quite fill it. Reds letter
had taken thirty minutes to type.
4 And Jacks three hours to compose.
When she had finished she was
physically exhausted. Her head
/ ached, and her throat. And there
we're pains in the backs of her
/ knees. She was cold, too, although
/ the night was warm.
/ When she was ready for bed, she
! slipped a dressing gown over her
night dress. and tip-toed in the
nursery. Rita lay on her back, with
/ her cheek turned against the pillow.
and both her little hands thrown up
over her head.
1t must have been because Molly
was tired. that she buried her head
in the blankets, and began to cry.
She felt very sad. remembering that
Ruth and Rita had died. and Jack
had taken a dreadful fat woman to
/ the theater.
Presently she was crying out loud.
Then little Rita woke With her
baby fingers. she drew Molly's hands
down from her face, and tried to
Molly still wept. little Rita wept.
too. Until Molly took the-child in
her arms. and carried her into the
kitchen. to sit on the table and
watch. while she made cocoa for
them both.
Before they were through their