The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1929-08-15

ter. and daughter for mother. And
then there's the boys sacrifice to
chivalry and honor"
The producer demurred.
Not very sexy," he pronounced.
But Molly did not want a sexy
title, Or an unpleasantly suggestive
one of any sort. And four weeks
later, when the play opened it was
called Sacrifice"
The censors we're there that first
night. They went into conference
between acts. And, at midnight,
when the last curtain had gone
down, they met again, to prepare
hasty statement. AS soon as 1t
wash typed, they rushed it to the
newspapers.
Meantime the critics we're writing
their reviews. Sacrifice" they said,
was a better play than THE Death
of Delphine DarroWs." In her SYM
pathetic study of a modern young
thrill-seeker, Miss Burnham had
scored her biggest triumph. She had
portrayed, with exquisite delineation
the tremendous and self-sacrifIcing
love of mother and daughter. Her
courtroom scene, they declared, was
as dramatic as that celebrated scene
from 'Delphine."
The plot itself hinged upon a sit
uation that had to be handled With
rare delicacy. The critics were
unanimous in their opinion that
Molly had achieved her final climax
without offense.
Mr.. Durbin was elated. Molly
wondered how-with countless sue
ceSseS to his credible could retain
all the fervor of his most youth
full enthusiasms. The applause of
the audience left her cold. She was
unutterably weary, and lonely, with
a fierce loneliness.
She had written to ask her mother
and father to go to New York for
the opening night, and then to be
her guests in Boston. But her
mother had written promptly and
politely, declining in firm tones.
However, she thanked Molly for
her kind invitation. And she hoped
sincerely, she said, that some day
Molly would return to her fathers
home.
Mr. Burnham had neuralgia. A
painful attack that made travel
ing impossible.
Red Flynn was doing series on
the liquor situation in Canada and
could not leave Ottawa, where an
important interview pended with his
excellency, the Governor-General.
Bob was in town, but Molly did
not care to invite him. She hoped,
in fact, that he would not attend.
For the first night of "Delphine"
she had sent Jack ticket and asked
him to sit with her father and
mother. She would never be able to
forget that evening and its hid
ton it could make Molly i'll with
the poignant memory of her mis-
cry and humiliation.
She had considered sending Jack
ticket for Sacrifice" but decided,
at the last moment, that it would be
undignifled-as though she we're
soliciting his attendance.
But Jack was there. She saw him
from the wings. With him was a
woman. A stout, f1orid creature in
red. Molly had never in her life
seen so many diamonds on one
woman as that fat lady wore. They
we're even in her hair, which was
not at all fashionable, but GER
tainly conspicuous.
They sat in the very front row.
And Molly noticed that the woman
kept her hand on Jacks arm.
CHAPTER XXI
OF course it spoiled the evening
~ for her-Jacks being with a
woman. And sitting as they were,
in the front row, where Molly could
hardly keep her eyes off them all
evening. Such a woman. too!
IF she we're young and pretty, /
wouldn't mind half so much!"
fumed Molly.
But that. of course. was wrong.
She would have minded a great
deal more.
The wretched creature!" she
fretted. Done up like circus
rider. and fat enough to burstl A
woman like that would wear red
it's exactly the color of her face.
There was no doubt about it. 1t
was Mrs. Bulwer-Eaton all right.
"A charming matron." the papers
called herl Well, Molly knew what
she'd call her-only the papers
wouldn't print it The big fat
OK! Hadn't she sense enough 20
know that coquetry in woman of
her age was simply disgusting? The
way she was hanging on to Jacks
arml And Jack red as q beet.