The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1929-08-23
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settled it Well, Jack was exactly
like that stupid old contractor. Men
were all alike. Foolish masculine
vanityl
Molly smiled to herself. Her
darling wanted to wear the pants.
That was what it really amounted
to. OF course he wouldn't talk like
that. Jack was never crude. But
that was it, just the same. Sex
pride.
you're so proud, Sweetheart" she
whispered. Nov 1 shall be humble,
to prove how deeply I love you"
Molly had little pink typewriter,
in little pink box. A tiny, noiselesS
thing, that matched the colors in
her bedroom. When she worked at
night, she used it, because the small
est noise some times woke Rita. She
slipped on negligee of rose chiffon,
and lighted the pink-shaded lamps,
smiling as she completed the pic
ture. Molly loved doing things like
girl in book. Now the room
was softly pink. Everything har-
monized with her mood.
She would write Jack letter that
should breathe of her love and de-
votion. A gay, friendly letter that
would bring him happiness, and
assuage his silly fears. Sweet and
womanly, to prove that she was not
the kind of a girl who wanted to
wear pantsl To show that he need
never be afraid of being Mister
Molly Burnhaml
She laughed aloud, like a little
girl planning delicious mischief. She
would win her darling, with all the
wiles she knew, burying her foolish
pride. For what had pride to do
with love?
CHE slipped a sheet of paper in
- her typewriter, anb began,
swiftly, to type. The words, in her
mad haste, fell over one another.
"a. in the old days." she wrote,
81 was full of pride in myself. But
now you are all that I care about
| in the world" She paused a
moment, thinking of Rita. But no!
Jack counted more than Rita. Bob
might take Rita away. Then what
would she do? She must have
some one then to turn to. Some one
to fill the dreadful loneliness.
"You are necessary to me-" she
went on, and still the words came
tunbling, flying off the keys like
magic ...I need you for my
life =.
"Once, my darling, you held me
in your arms as though you could
never let me go. You were sweet
to me, and tender. You were afraid
was cold. Afraid I was tired.
Afraid 1 worked too hard. Afraid
1 would stop loving you. Afraid I
was worried about something. You
we're always afraid, darling .. {.
But now it is I who is afraid. Lone
some. and frightened. and afraid.
And you are leaving me-
Then she threw discretion to the
winds.
II have heard that you are going
to Italy. Would you go away, my
dazzling, without telling me good-by?
Would you leave me. wretched and
longing? But, my darling, am self
ish. I want you to be happy. If
you are happy, nothing else mat
tiers. And you will love Italy, my
Jack
Page after page Molly typed in
sort of frenzy There was so much
to be said. So much about Italy
that she must tell him. And then
she must tell again of her love
her lovely. steadfast love.
t'If I knew you had forgotten"
she wrote. IT would try to forget.
But forgetfulness could not be the
end of your love. Not of yours
nor Of mine. That is true, Jack,
is it not? Tell me, my darling, it
/ is true"
Exhausted. she dropped her head
on her typewriter. 1t was begin
ming to grow light. She put out
the lights, and raised her curtains.
There was only one star left. The
little, reluctant morning star. The
world was gray and cold. But soon
the sun-the great day-star-would
touch the east, and make 1t glow
with fire.
She leaned from the window, and
looked down the street. There was
gray cat ambling along. Not
another living thing in sight. Molly
was glad she was going to see the
dawn. Lots of respectable people
probably never had seen it. And
/ 1t was lovelier even than sunset.
There was poem Jack particu-
larry like in the. book of Oscar
wildes they used to read together.
1t was very beautiful, and was