New Britain herald., 1929-08-14

And Mrs. Durbin patted her hand. And they laughed at her sensibili- ties, and all her fears.
 But you don't know my mother" she cried This will just simply kill her"
 "Oh, no, it won't" contradicted Mrs. Durbin gaily. Tt will pay off the mortgage on the old farm. It will buy mother a fur coat, and an electric refrigerator and a gas fur nace''
 T told you you didn't know her." moaned Molly. She wouldn't touch blessed cent of my 'Delphine money. Do you think she'd soil her fingers with Sacrifices filthy lucre?"
 But MT. Durbin was not particu- larly interested in the moral scrup- les of Mrs. Burnham.
 Read what the critics have to say" he advised. "ItIl make YOU feel better"
 He folded a paper at the dra- matic page.
 There. Read that" he directed Miss Molly Burnham, charming and youthful playwright, has scored another unprecedented success with Sacrifice an emotional drama in | four acts.
 With rare understanding and delicacy Miss Burnham has drawn | the love life of an emotional. high | ly-strung girl. In the throes of tumultuous romance, the girl turns from her parents. But the lover for whom she would sacrifice :" Molly threw the paper down. "The kicks all gone," she said. Tt leaves me cold"
 You're all tired out" consoled Mrs. Durbn. You're still a new hand at the game. You've got to be hard-boiled - haven't you, George?"
 You bet!" he agreed. That's the trouble with you, Molly. You think you're hard-boiled. But you're not, really. What do you care about a few adiectives?"
 But I do," she moaned. T care terribly"
 You're just afraid of your mother" he joked.
 No" she said. Its not that. Maybe I'm foolish. But I do care what people say. I cant help it. l suppose it's weakness. After 'Delphine,' when they all said such lovely things. I was thrilled to death. Then Mother started find- ing fault And it spoiled the fine edge. The beautiful glamour was gone. It wasn't because she was my mother. It was because she represented a certain provincial group who were going to think 'Delphine' was coarse and crude, and not fit for nice people. That hurt me, because I don't want to write things that anyone will think are vulgar.
 "Id lots rather that people would think l was just nice, every day sort of person, with nice. ordinary every day mind. I don't want to be intellectual, or hard boiled, or anything of the sort''
 The Durbins laughed, humoring their guest.
 You sound as though you were giving an interview for a religious weekly" declared MT. Durbin.
 You can taught all you want" she flared. But it's true-I'm nothing but a country girl. I'm Snodgrass, born and bred. My mothers pillar of small town so- ciety. My fathers the salt of the earth. And no daughter of theirs could ever glory in a lot of cheap publicity. It simply goes against the grain, I'm provincial. And proud of it."
 Hear! Hear" applauded Mrs. Durbin. Give this little girl a hand"
 I'm not putting on an act!H pro- tested Molly. I'm telling you the truth"
 Durbin grinned happily.
 Its good stuff anyhow" he ap- proved. Give it to the reporters. They'll eat it up."
 Molly looked frightened.
 That's right. There1l be more reporters around. Oh, Lord.'
 I've an ideal" proclaimed Mr. Durbin jubilantly. wen give a benefit matinee, and we'll turn the theater over to the clubwomen. That will mean we'll have their en- dorsement. And the censors won't have leg to stand on, if the moth CTS of young girls approve our show.
 Then we'll have an invitation performance for clergymen. You can give them a little spiel from the stage, Molly"
 Count me out" instructed Molly Eve had all I can stand now"
 "Well, leave it to me-" compro- missed Durbin. I've a clever little press agent, and I'll let her man. age it all.
 Maybe the papers will start an argument pro and con. Solicit the opinion of clubwomen. Educators. Reformers. It doesn't make any difference whether they pan us or not. We get the advertising any how, and it's publicity that money can't buy"
 The little producer smiled hap oily.
 You're lucky girl, Molly" he