The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1929-08-31

vote her entire life to the care Ol
little RITA NEWTON. the child o.
her dearest friend, who has died.
She vows 70 write no more plays
but to spend her time compiling
tragic poems for = little anthology ol
mcurnful love verses. She will alss
gather the love tragedies Of history
md write a beautiful, sad book about
the women whose hearts broke fol
love. She goes to the library for ref.
creme books, and is reading whcr
RED FLYNN, = reporter, comes II
call.
NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
CHAPTER xXxv1
Red "a not a very tactful person
He had, moreover, a rather discon-
certing way Of coming bluntly to thu
point.
Whist are you doing?" he asked
surveying the array Of books.
Writing an anthology Of tragic
loves" she told him.
what for?"
Because / want to-"
Good enough" he conceded
Speaking of love, do you mind If ]
ask 4 personal question, Molly? You
won't get sore?"
II might. But 60 ahead. What
difference does it make?"
WELL" he said. Il 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 wher
the censors attacked her play. 6he
was afraid that she was going Il
faint.
What is it?" she asked, and hel
voice sounded faint to her. and fal
away, and it kept on ringing In hel
ears. long after the words were out
OF her mouth.
you're not exactly engaged to hin
now. are your"
what is it. Red?" she cried "Wha
has happened"
"Oh. nothing's happened. I didn'
mean to brighten you. old thing. Blu
well, you remember of writing mi
about the woman he took to 'Sacri'
flee? Mrs. Bulwer- Eaton. Well, She!
crazy about him. they say. She
worth millions.
"she's sending him to Italy. X
study old Italian architecture. TIL,
office got a tip on 1t this afternoon
They wanted me to 60 over and tall
with Wells. But ! said I knew him
and couldn't very well.
Town Topics had q paragraph
about them last week. Wells had
birthday recently, didn't he?"
Molly nodded. Last year she hat
sent him q box Of surprise gifts. I
was more fun to get a present lik'
that. Everything done up separately
and tied with ribbons. Necktics. an,
| cuff links. and a pipe. Stationer.
with his name on 1t, and q stunning
tobacco pouch. Books, and SOM
candy she made herself.
Eyes," she said. Il didn't send hin
anything this year"
well. Mrs. Bulwer- Eaton did," h
declared. "A Rolls Royce! She ha'
it delivered at his office. They 50,
he refused to accept 1t. And that It,
In her garage. But It's hts just tn
same. She registered it In his name.
X \
"FIow . . how eWfully gener
ous!" faltered Molly.
"Generous!" snorted Red. dis
gushing. I calls It. And now she
sending him to italy.
Shes told her friends he's goin
to build her an italian palace. whe,
he gets back. He's to pick up q floc
Of things over there to furnish
with. Antiques. and brocatels. an
what-not. And statues for her Italia
garden. Can you beat It, Molly? T.
bet that bird has m expense accoun
Of $l00.000!"
Hell spend 1t wisely" defende
Molly loyalty. And I'll bet he'll bull
her the best darn palace In America!
well, there's no fool like m Of
fool" observed Red sententiousl,
"Ole Bulls widow must be near Co."
"Oh. I don't believe she's really
love with Jack" protested MOL.
Maybe she loves him like . mother
Like fun she does"
"Well, anyhow, I'm sure he's not 1
love with her! Why. It's dreadful
Red. to talk Is II Jack were . squa'
man! There's nothing on earth wors
than Q male gold digger. And Jack
the furthest thing from that I know
1T looks mighty funny" grumble
Red.
80 do lots OF things look funn,
Maybe It looked funny when you On
went to st. Petersburg togethe
For heavens sake. be ~charitablel"
Red grinned. He had IN engasir
grin.
"Well." he drawled. y just HATE
to zee . slick city Teller do our Ne
wrong. ! thought maybs ! ought
tip you off," !.
Don't worry about mel" 81
flashed. II can take care Of myself Z
right"
know any girl can do that little this
any better"
Molly turned the pages Of one
her reference books.
RED, dear" she said, I'm "
burning up TO get after my tragic lo
ers. Would you mind awfully y
sent you away7 feel % exactly III
writing tonight, that It's . shame
only sit and talk"
She had grown pale, ana there We
dark shadows under her eyes. ~
was more observing than she knew.
pretty hard hit" he decided. "Po
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