The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1929-09-06

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bother. That she did not care if hi
never found her a publisher. That
the only thing that mattered was that
the book was written. and the truth
told. But she knew he would think
she was telling lies. If she should talk
to him like that. Because 1t is doubt
full II anybody ever wrote anything
with the idea that nobody would
read It.
She hung up the receiver slowly
wondering why she had written the
book. II 1t were true that she did
not care whether 1t was published.
The half Remembered lines Of a fur
tive poem ran tantalizingly through
her mind. She thought that II she
could recollect them, they would ex-
plain why she had felt the necessity
Of writing something which no one
might read.
Hours later the lines came to her.
They vert from Kipling's L'Envoi .
And no one shall work for money,
and no one shall work for fame;
But each for the Joy Of working.
and each, In his separate star,
Shall draw the Thing as he Sees It,
for the God Of Things as They
Are!"
Yes. That was It. "And only the
Master shall praise US, and only the
Master shall blame" -. It was not
with covetousness for the praise OF
critics that Molly had written. Nor In
fear of the censure OF little minds.
She had written the Thing as she saw
It, for the God of Things as they
Are.
It was with less difficulty than he
anticipated that MIR. Hall found q
publisher. And the publisher with
enthusiasm for romanticiSm, con-
ceived the notion Of bringing out
Ashes OF Desire after the style Of
q sentimental 18th century novel.
When Molly's book made its APP
pearance 1t was demurely bound In
white kid and orchid vcllum. Be-
fore the title page, and at the be-
ginning Of each chapter, was a gold
vignette. And the name was written
In letters OF gold, as II by hand. across
the vellum cover. Critics and artists
acclaimed the jacket as the most
charming In many seasons. Its fetch
ing daintiness, they said, suitably her.
aided the return of romantic fiction.
The novel itself was received with
almost historical feryor. Immedi-
ately II Jumped to the head of best
seller lists, and was the unanimous
choice Of The-Bo of the -Moment
club.
It was written, the critics said, with
exquisite sensitiveness and poignant
beauty. There was a great deal Of
coniecturing. Was 1t, they demanded,
In the nature Of an autobiography?
At the insistencc Of her publishers,
Molly received reporters. And then,
being thoroughly human and a wonl-
an, she played up to them.
The orchid bedroom had become
her sitting-room. formally beautiful.
Relieved 81 all austereness. with flow
ers and books. and gay. blossomed
china. The floor was waxed green,
and seemed to simmer. At the win
dows were green silk glass curtains,
and the walls were hung with yellow
brocAde.
Molly wore . Nile-green tea gown
with flowing sleeves and = train,
when she talked for her public. She
cat Ia candle light. and poured orange
blossom tea from an old French serv-
Ice. When reporters came, the butler
drew . tea.table before the fireplace.
and laid It with q lace cloth. Then
Molly, trailing clouds Of chiffon glory.
received like = lady In . novel.
One day Red came, and found her
pouring her orange blossom tea. and
passing caviar sandwiches. She wore
water lilies ct her belt, trailing their
long stems down the softness Of
her yellow skirt. And she looked. he
thought. like the Lily Maid, in ldylls
Of the King.
When the others had gone there
were two literary dowagers and Q So
ciety reporter), Molly changed her
chiffon gown for . skirt Of plaid stuff
and 4 scarlet blouse. And her feath-
cred slippers for . pair Of stubby OK
fords.
well 60 for . walk" she said. and
buy some hot dogs somewhere. Il
you knew how sick to death ] am Of
beinr rare and delicatel"
nut Red laughed at her protesta-
You love y" he told her. "You're
eattng u W"
alt''s enIstns." she admitted.
.If;s 3 relief. being respectable"
ohe declared. "Aeother's coming to
visit me, Two been 80 good. I don't
know what mother will say when she
sees nv butler. I hope he doesn't
frighten her. He 10 rather imposing
you know. ! used TO b scared Of
him myeotf."s
sYou ana your butlerl" jeered Red.
"An6s I f4t1oanber when you used to
borrow. your lunch money"
~
r was happier then" she MUIR
sYes, you. werel" he contradicted.
aDut ! Was" She insisted.
He looked, 1t hor shaxply.
ny the WY. Jack Wells q coming
Ii to New York On the lsle soe a.
France Tomorrow. Our correGpondent
II Paris eeet W = tip
Molly began e tighten her shoe
lace. s3
ri. that soi. uhs replied politely.
Dut Red.s being n observing young
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