The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1929-08-19
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CHAPTER xxxIII-(ContinueO
well, you'd be better of if you
did. It's a success and a sensation,
and all that. But a rather dubious
one, I'm afraid. First thing you
know. Molly, nice people will be cut
ting you"
Jack WELSH she cried. "You'rc
the most provincial creature that
ever lived!"
Furiously. she slammed her little
pink telephone on her little pink
table. But, presently, it was ring
ing again.
IT only wanted to be sure you
knew liked the ring" said Jack.
st just thought I'd thank you again
for it-that's all. You were awfully
sweet to get it for me, Molly"
Then the receiver on his end was
also up.
A little later telegram came from
Red:
"Atta girl stick by your 6; rs even
Ottawa has fallen for your picture in
all the evening papers great stuff
carry on for frankness and free
dom"
What a difference between Jack
and Red? Difference enough to
keep Molly awake all the night. AT
3 a. m, wide-eyed and sleeplesS, she
conceived an idea. She would COM
pile an anthology of dark and des-
perate love verses. Tragic, mournful
things, for women in love with the
wrong men. To be read on sleepless
nights. after lovers quarrels.
She would have it bound in pur-
pie. And she would write preface
with beautiful, sad words. She would
dedicate it to "Women-Women
Everywhere
Fired with the notion, Molly put
on her bed light, and propping her
self Up on her pillows, reached for
the pad and pencils she kept on her
bedside table. She would begin i'm
naediately, writing from memory all
she could remember.
She scrubbed as one inspired-a
mournful thing of three lines:
'NThe gift of love is this
A crown of thorns to thy head,
And vinegar to thy kiss"
Then there was that wistful little
verse of Jessie E!ttenhouse:
'sYou came again, but silence
Had fallen on your heart,
And in your eyes were visions
That held us still apart.
And now I go on hearing
The words you did not say.
And the kiss you did not give me
Burns on my lips today"
Then there was that Wild sonnet
that began:
What lips my lips have kissed,
and where, and why.
I have forgotten, and what
arms.
1EOLLY was growing sleepy. Too
4VA sleepy to remember any more.
Anyhow it's a good idea" she
reflected drowsily. "Ill make it an
anthology of unrequitted love. I'll
bet a million women would simply
eat II up"
But in the morning Molly's en-
thusiaSm had waned. When she
was tired or lonely, she was often
sentimental. After a good break
fast, she was apt to grow matter
of-fact. Today was going to be a
lovely day.
The nurse was leaving early. She
would have little Rita to herself
until bedtime. They were going
down town. and Rita was to have
her hair cut. Then they would have
luncheon, and go 10 see Peter Pan.
Molly had told Rita about how the
children few around their nursery.
And how wendy few right out into
the night, and fell in love with Peter
Pan, and lived, like the fairies, up in
a tree. Rita listened wide-eyed and
eager.
Didn't she have no mams?" she
asked.
eyes. Indeed" declared Molly.
But Peter bewitched her. and she
forgot all about her mother"
Whats bewitched?"
Molly tried to explain. But Rita
shook her curly head.
'sWendy was naughty dirl," she
pronounced.
"why, dear7 Because she few
away frcM her mama?"
Rita nodded. and buried her face