New Britain herald., 1929-08-20
THIS HAS HAPPENED


 sorts. But Molly has acquired fame < and fortune, with two successful plays on Broadway And Jack is still marking time in an architects ot- flee. On the heels of hectic eve ming, during which two men made love to her, Molly, acting on i'm pulse, grabbed the midnight to New York, and telephoned Jack. in the morning, to have breakfast with her.
 Then, out of a clear sky, she ask ed him to marry her. To her aston ishment and pain, he declines, tell ing her that he cannot be Mister Molly Burnham. Crushed and hu- initiated, Molly returns to Boston, determined to devote her entire life !, to the care of little Rita Newton, the child of her dearest friend, who ; has died.
 She vows to write no more plays, but to spend her time compiling tragic poems for little anthology Of mournful love verses. She will also gather the love tragedies of his tory, and write a beautiful. sad book about the women whose hearts broke for love She goes to the li- .brary for reference books. and is reading when Red Flynn, reporter, comes to call.
 NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
 CHAPTER NXXNI
 Red was not very tactful per ..son. He had moreover. rather qisconcerting way of coming blunt .ly to the point.
 What are you doing?" he asked. Surveying the array of books.
 Writing an anthology of tragic loves" she told him.
 What for?"
 "Because I want to-
 Good enough" he conceded. .."Speaking of love, do you mind if I ask a personal question, Molly? You won't get sore?"
 T might. But go ahead. What difference does it make?'
 Well" he said. T wouldn't want to hurt your feelings, It's about Jack Wells"
 Molly felt suddenly strange. She had felt that way twice before Once when Rita died. And again when the censcrs attacked her play She was afraid that she was going to faint.
 What is it?" she asked, and her voice sounded faint to her. and far away, and it kept on ringing in her ears, long after the words were out of her mouth.
 You're not exactly engaged to him now, are you?"
 . What is it, Red?" she cried 1"What has happened?" e "Oh, nothing's happened. I didn't mean to frighten you. old thing. But - well. you remember of writ ing me about the woman he took to Sacrifice? Mrs Bulwer- Eaton. Well, she's crazy about him, they say. She's worth millions.
 She's sending him to Italy, tc study old Italian architecture. Tht office got tip on it this afternoon They wanted me to go over and talk with Wells. But l said I knew ~him. and couldn't very we'll Town Topics had a paragra ph about them last week. Wells had a birthday recently, didn't he?"
 Molly nodded. Last year she had sent him box of surprise gifts. II was more fun to get present like that. Everything done up sepa- rately, and tied with ribbons. Neck ties, and cuff links, and a pipe Stationery with his name on it, and stunning tobacco pouch Books, and some candy she made herself.
 Yes" she said q didn't send him anything this year." Well. Mrs. Bulwer- Eaton did, # he declared. "A Rolls Royce! She had it delivered at his office. They say he refused to accept it. And that it's in her garage. But it's his just the same. She registered il in his name."
 How how . awfully generousl" faltered Molly
 "Generous." snorted Red. Dis gusting, I calls it. And now she's sending h'm to Italy.
 She's told her friends he's going to build her an Italian palace, wher he gets lack. He's to pick up ( flock of things over there to fur. elk r-i+ t,+i o,,1 hrN catels, and what-not. And statue: for her Italian garden. Can yol beat it, Molly? I'll bet tha bild has an expense account 0 $1O0 0OO!"
 Hell spend it wisely" defend et Molly loyalty. And I'll bet hel build her the best darn palace 1T Amerca!"
 Well. there's nc fool like an olC fool" observed Red sententiously "Ole Bulls widow must be nea' 60."
 "Oh, I don't believe she's rea,r in love with Jack" protested Molly Maybe she loves him like { mother"
 Hike fun she does'
 "Wel, anyhow, Pm sure he's no in love with her! Why, it's dread ful, Red, to talk as if Jack were squaw man! There's nothing ol earth worse than a male gold dig ger. And Jacks the furthest thini from that I know"
 Ut looks mighty funny" grum bled Red.
 "So do lots of things look funny Maybe it looked funny when yo' and 1 went to St. Petersburg to gether. For heavens sake, be charitahle,"
 . Red grinned. He had an engag Ing grin.
 "Well." he draWled. 'I just hate