New Britain herald., 1929-08-08
THIS HAS HAPpENED

THIS HAS HAPPENED
 Molly Burnham's love life is all lpset. There are two men in Molly's aeart-Jack Wells, a poor young architect, whom she truly loves. and Red Flynn. a reporter, with whom he has written the play that made Ter famous. Newspaper people pre-suppose omance, with Red, and write vari- us stories, anticipating Molly's n:trriage with him. The unpleasant ,1teriety incenses Jack. and he ana, oily quarrel. Then Red writes her letter, protesting that he is crazy out her, but will never be in po- ion to ask her to marry him. His aother is an invalid, and Red has ,-omised he will never marry while lie lives.
 on top of her distressing .mours, Molly encounters tragedy, ,hen she visits Rita Newton, a col c~e classmate. Rita says the doc ors have given her year to live. She asks if Molly will take care of
 
 lyr baby when she dies. Molly, earthly upset and saddened, prom sCS.
 A little later she sails for Italy. Iirst. Molly urged Rita to go with Ter. Then she invited her mother put they both declined.
 vow GO ON WITH THE STORY .-. CHAPTER XXVI
 The sun was sparkling on the Wa CT when the Conte BianCamano ,dc the shining sea into the Bay If Naples. Molly stood at the rail beside an erudite little Englishman. s ho took off his glasses to rub way the moisture.
 His voice was tremulous with motion, as he murmured,
 Italia! o Italia, thou who hast The fatal gift of beauty
 It's heavenly" she whispered little apologetically, because 70 could not break into verse iao. Molly had always envied rcople who can breathe an appro rriate. bit of poetry for almost every occasion.
 Tt fills the air around with >csuty,'" he declared.
 She nodded somberly and wished he could think of poetic come pack.
 You're going to Rome, I sup )ose?"
 Yes, indeed" she said. And Venice I simply adore Venetian welry"
 Her companion regarded her fonily.
 'T stood in Venice,' he pro- claimed, on the Bridge of Signs, \ palace and a prison on each And Florence" she added nastily.
 ''Ungrateful Florence" he cried, Dante sleeps afar.
 Like Scipio, buried by the up- braiding shore .''
 "Really?" she exclaimed. Well, { don't know about that, but they say the water is simply poisonous, nd you have to drink out of the liver. But there are all sorts O. '2rling little shops. And, of course, eryone knows what Florentine wcIry is. And embroidery! And i'l those stunning leather things aith the gorgeous tooling. :" ''Oh, quite. Quite"
 The poetic traveller fixed his 'ycs cn Nuovo Castle. and his ,anner said, as plainly as words My word! Another American orrst."
 That afternoon Molly visited 'own it's ancient streets. She wan- l red through the ruins of houses zoo years old, and picked flowers ' garden where roses bloomed |? day Vesuvius wiped all life ay.
 And she saw there. lying on ~ ir faces. the bodies of Romans
 a negro slave, preserved, rough the centuries, by the lava i It fell for days ard night on Pompeii. There was the petri- '" I body of little dog, too. He "oke1 like a fox terrier. The ex- rorators found him in the door 'a " of school house. waiting, 'scGhaps. for little Roman hoy ~ho perished when the volcano erupted So long, long ago.
 The next day she went on ar ex- oVrsion steamer to the Island of pri, where the Roman Emperor Therius lived, and sacrificed his '""orite to the sun-an Egyptian
 v named Hypatos. who was 'ughtered or an altar within a 1r@adful cave.
 At Capri everyone goes in d rHwboat, to visit the Blue Grotto. "olly felt as though she were in
 fairy tale when she saw 1t. Day
 ht and the upper world had dis '"pcared. And she was in the noi- "v earth. in the midst of a twi- 'Tht of blue fire. The walls were v a ghostly and mysterious blue, i'e the palaces of fairies. The ayes cast up sparkling drops tna, 5l"amed like thousands of jewels.
 Ard the old boatman. bending cross his oars, whispered that the ters were full of sirens, with ms like lilies, laughing and diving :" the waves, and rising again. liut
 " could he seen only by little
 i'dren. and men and women born }" Sunday.
 Molly loved Naples and stayed h're a fortnight. buying coral anl ewes, and eating blue Holsters.
 Ey that time she decided there 'st be letter from Jack wait
 ' in Rome. so shn left Nantes
 ~lv one morning and arrived ir me for luncheon. But ther.
 s no letter there from him. and