The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1929-08-21

I him. Grab q taxi, ana go aheao.
want to telephone. and I might as
we'll do it from here"
Somehow she was keeping the
tears out of her voice. In another
moment, if he did not leave her,
she would break down.
Jacks own voice was trembling.
And he was white now. His face
was very lean. with hollows in his
cheeks. And there was q blue vein
in his forehead that stuck out in
frightening fashion. He looked sud-
denly old. And very unhappy. Molly
had not noticed before how thin he
was.
TIE looked at his watch absently.
IL "All right" he said. "It's get
ting late. I suppose I'd better be
getting along"
Good luck" she said.
"You have all the luck" he told
her
Yes" she agreed. 81 have all
the luck. Good-by. Jack"
"Good-by, Molly"
He stood there. looking at her.
ooh. go!'' she cried. For good
ness sake, go!'
Her eyes were blinded with tears,
but before she could wink them
away, he had gone. And there was
only a patch of sunshine in the
place where he had stood.
She looked across the table. His
cigaret was still smoldering in his
coffee saucer. A moment ago he
had been sitting there. And talk
ing. And breaking her heart.
Breaking it into little bits of pieces,
so that she could never put it to-
gether again.
And outside the day was soft and
warm and beautiful. And the sun
was shining. And everybody was
happy.
Well. she would go back to Bos-
ton. She would move away from
her beautiful apartment. She would
bury herself somewhere in the
country. She would devote her
whole life to Rita. And never, never
love anybody else so long as she
should live.
/ She would be hermit-that was
what she'd be! She'd show Jack
Wells how little she cared for
adulation. Excitement. Crowds.
Praise. That was what he said.
He said she ate them UP. She'd
show himl
And then, some day. the time
| might come when he would want to
marry her. When he would give
anything in the world to have her.
And then-oh, she'd let him come
crawling on his knees. That was
what she'd do! She would scorn
him, as he had scorned her.
"Oh. God, 1 love him! I love him
so! jack Jack! Why did you
leave me, dearI"
| For weeks Molly avoided Bob and
Red. She changed her mind about
sub-letting the apartment, and TAX
| ing a place in the country. She
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a hermit. She would be a man-hater
| instead. Shed treat them like the
| dirt beneath her feet. Shed make
them pay and pay for all the mis-
| cry they caused women.
/ She devoted her days largely to
little Rita And her evenings to a
round of gaiety. She met new men.
She went to night clubs, and
dances. and to the theater.
Sometimes she thought of the
anthology of tragic love she meant
to compile. She read a great deal
of verse, and copied the mournful
1 fragments that pleased her.
Then she had another idea. She
would gather the tragic tales of the
worlds great lovers-1solde and
Tristram - Dante and Beatrice
Paola and Francesca-Anthony and
leopatra-Abelard and Heloise-
why, they were all tragedies! And
she would write of them tenderly
and Understandings. For the ex-
quisite delight and pain of all
women, who had loved and lost.
She went to the library, and came
home with her arms full of books.
And that evening. while she was
reading them, Red came, unan-
nounced, to call.