The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1929-07-12
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q 1929 By NEA JerMce IKE.

| you should borrow the whereWithal
from me Of your vulgarly rich class
mates and throw party for US poor
church mice"
1t was a grand party. 1t began
with caviar and ended with French
ice. cream served in tangerine shells.
There were favors for every one,
from the French Shop in the vii
lage. And orchids for the table.
What viii you do with your
wealth." leased Beatrice Blake,
marry your only love?"
Molly flushed
Honestly" she said, don't
know. I'd love to be married right
straight off. But Jacks awfully
proud, and he has the funniest no
tons"
IF you love each other de-
clared Beatrice, Il don't see what
difference it makes whose money it
is. If Jack should inherit $4,000,
you wouldn't have any scruples
about marrying him, would you?"
"Of course not. But that's differ
ent," asserted Molly.
Vivian Mantle thought it would
be insane not to be married an
once.
But a mans home is his castle,
the poets say" interpoSed Marjorie
Parker. Il know Jack. He'd be
sore as anything if Molly wanted
to furnish their shack. And l
wouldn't blame him bit. What
man wants to live off his wife's
bounty?"
why don't you go abroad for a
year?" suggested some one. And
give yourself a good time. He'll ap-
preciate you more when you get
back"
"Oh, I wouldn't want to do that!"
breathed Molly,
WELL, know what I'd do"
w began Marjorie again. I'D
take that $4,000, and I'd ."
Maybe Molly has some ideas of
her own" interrupted Rita.
Molly passed her hand dazedly
across her forehead.
Lets not talk about it" she
said. tits awful, girls. 1
keep seeing poor Aunt Minnie,
sitting on a little stool in the back
of her shop, pinning violets on an
old lady's bonnet. And you
know it seems awfully hardboiled,
somehow, talking about spending
her money. The money she earned
sewing violets on old ladies' bon
nets. Poor Aunt Min-she just
about lost her eyesight, taking
stitches to earn her tiny fortune"
Rita rose to her feet.
Lets clear out, girls she COM
manded brusquely. Its late. Give
poor Aunt Min a rest"
She kissed Molly affectionately.
Come in my room when you get
rid of them, will you?" she asked.
Spend the night with me, I mean,
I've something to tell you"
ID TIA went in for exotic things.
IN She was sprawled now across
the crimson cover that cloaked her
couch. Her pajamas were black,
and she wore little scarlet mules
on her bare feet. In one hand she
held a cigaret holder IS inches
long, and red as blood. Rita
smoked amber cigarets, when she
could get them. And burned a
heavy Oriental incense.
She hadn't any money, but she
knew how to make a little go long
way.
She was a tall, thing girl, with
extraordinary eyes, and full, red
mouth. She carried herself AFRO
gantly, and with a good deal of
grace. People said she looked like
Lenore Uric, and probably she did,
with her passionate red lips and
her great smolder:ng eyes. She was
an intense creature, and not given
to any of the usual collegiate
frivolities.
Some months before she had con-
fided in Molly her secret marriage
to Bob Newton. Molly had never
cared particularly for Bob. He was
rather intellectual young man,
with faded blue eyes and thick
glasses. He had been graduated
from Yale, passed his bar eXamina-
tons, and opened an Office. He had
not, to date, had a single client. To
Molly's way of thinking he lacked
personality. But Rita declared that
he had a rarely fine soul and a
brilliant mind.
Rita flung aside the book she was
reading when Molly opened the
door.
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