The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1929-07-24
wanted you to enjoy it,"
Molly dabbed at her eyes.
mo" she said. II don't suppose

wanted you to enjoy i!
Molly dabbed at her eyes.
mo" she said. II don't suppose
she, would"
"Then," proposed Rita, 81 think
you should borrow the ~wherewithal
from some Of your vulgarly rich
classmates and throw . party for
US poor church MICE"
It was a grand party. It beys2
with caviar, and ended with French
ice cream served in tangerine shells.
There were favors for everyone,
from the French Shop in the village.
And orchids for the table.
"What will you do with your
wealth." leased Beatrice Blake,
marry your only love-"
Molly flushed.
Honestly" she said, II don't
know. I'd love to be married right
straight off. But Jacks awfully
proud. and he has the funniest mo-
tions."
IF you love each other" declared
Beatrice, II don't e what differ
ence it makes whose money it is. If
Jack should inherit $4,000, you
wouldn't have any scruples about
marrying him, would your"
"Of course not. But that's diff
ferent," asserted Molly.
Vivian Mantle thought it would
be insane not to be married at once.
"But a mans home is his castle.
the poets say" interposed Marjorie
Parker. II know Jack. He'd be sore
as anything if Molly wanted to
furnish their shack. And I wouldn't
blame him a bit. What man wants
to live off his wife's bounty?"
"Why don't you 60 abroad for a
year," suggested someone. "And
give yourself a good time. He'll
appreciate you more when you get
back"
ooh, I wouldn't want to do that"
breathed Molly.
swell, I know what I'd do" began
Marjorie again. I'd take that $4,000
and I'd ..."
maybe Molly has some ideas Of
her own" ~interposed Rita.
Molly passed her hand dazedly
across her forehead.
Lets not talk about it," she said.
Its awful, girls. 49,. l keep seeing
Aunt Minnie, sitting on a little stool
in the back of her shop, pinninp
violets on an old lady's bonnet. And
-. you know it seems awfully hard
boiled, somehow, talking about
spending her money. The one
she earned sewing violets on old la
dies bonncts. 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 CON-
manded brusquely. It's late. Give
poor Aunt Min a rest"
She kissed Molly affectionately.
Come in my room when YOU get
rid of them, will your" she asked.
"Spend the night with me, I nnean
I've something to tell you"
Rita went in. for exotic things.
She was sprawled now across the
crimson v that cloaked her couch.
Her pajamas were black, and she
wore little scarlet mules on her bare
feet. In n hand she held a ci9aret,
holder 18 inches long, and red as
blood. Rita smoked amber c~irarers.
when she could get them. And
burned q heavy Oriental incense.
She hadn't any money, but she
knew how to make a little 70 a long
way.
She was tall, thin girl, with ex-
traordinary eyes. and q 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 smoldering eyes. She was an
intense creature, and not given to
any Of the usual collegiate frivol-
tiles.
Some months before she had con-
fided in Molly her secret marriage to
Bob Newton. Molly had never cared
particularly for Bob. He was a
rather intellectual young man, with
faded blue eyes and thick glasses.
He had been graduated from Yale,
passed his bar examinations, and op-
ened 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 . brilliant mind.
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