New Britain herald., 1929-08-03

to tne JuQBe, III IllS 'pldSA iopco' and the court officers in their brass buttons. And the reporters, who had sat about the long table in the courtroom scene Until the whole cast was assembled before the pur- pie velvet curtains, holding hands like children in TOW. Then the audience called for Molly again. And now she draggei Red on with her. And she made another little speech.
 This is MT. George Flynn" she told them, "only everybody. "alls him Red. He wrote half the play. but he's very modest ."
 speech. Speech" yelled the audience. Speech. Red! Speech"
 But Red shook his head, an1 looked unutterably uncomfortable. And when Molly dropped his hand he. ran off like a small boy. But the audience liked that, and calle1 for him again and again. Then Francesca Glasgow. with her arms full of white orchids. made a studied speech. Miss Glas- COW had had curtain calls before, and so she did it very well indeed.
 When she was through, they called for the producer. All in all it was very large eve ming. There is not apt to be another like it in Broadway annals for a long, long time.
 After the performance MT. Dur bin was giving a supper party for ! Molly. He had invited her par ents, and included Jack, at her sug- | gestion. Red Flynn was to be there. and the stars of the play. There were also to be few newspaper | people, and some more friends O. MT. Durbins.
 Molly had asked Jack to bring her father and mother back afte" the play. Now she waited for them eagerly. ....
 She wished her father had worn evening clothes, and that her mother had at least bought new wrap. She wondered if Jack could have been ashamed of them. But no--she knew better than that. Be sides, nobody could ever be ashame1 of her father-not if he wore over alls. His speech was colloquial and he looked exactly like what h.
 was. A bit untutored perhaps, anG
 unpublished. He even made gram
 nautical mistakes, though he really
 knew better. Quite the sort oI
 man smart novelists poke fun at
 But Molly loved him with all he,
 heart.
 Molly's mother was better edu.
 cated than her father. She haG
 been to normal school, and studied
 elocution and piano.
 That was why it annoyed Moll.
 to have her wear little white ne
 suimpes under her dresses. Ant
 an iron gray switch twisted int z an unseemly pug. Mrs. Burnhan
 wore her skirts at decorous ankle
 length. And she wore high, buttor
 shoes.
 Tt isn't as if she couldn't nfforf better" ragged Molly. "It's jus
 plain contrariness, that's what it is It wouldn't hurt her a bit to h. { had a new dress for tonight. ant to have coaxed Dad into eveninl
 clothes He'd have worn them, toe if she'd asked him. And he'd hay been tickled to death if she'd bough a whole new outfit. He'd love t
 have her dress up. I know b would"
 Molly had appraised her parent from the wings. Her mother va wearing a black dress, with neck, and, a net guimpe that had collar stiff with whalebone. Mir. Burnham always had what sh called "one decent black" An decent" 1t undeniably was. Blu
 it wasn't smart, and it wasn , pretty. The sleeves were elbow :. length, and she wore an old pair 0 16-button black kid gloves. He .. hat was velvet, and it looked :. little green, but that is the wa :. black velvet gets when it is brett , old.
 They had left the theater by tn : regular exit, to enter again by th S stage door. Molly suspected that he
 father was anxious to hear whs
 people were saying In the lobb. , She was waiting for them now 7. the alley that led around frol ' Broadway. She had slipped 0, :, quietly. to have a moment alor = with them, before she must presel . her new friends.
 " They were coming now. The weren't talking at all. Her moth, was in the middle, and Jack "; holding one arm. and her fath' ~ was holding the other. Mol '' noticed that she was carrying It large umbrella with a great curve - handle. The. night was soft ar 1e clear. and full of stars. . That's just like her" she r IL flected impatiently, ''and I'll b
 dads best suit smells of mo
 balls"
 Then, in moment, she was 's his arms.
 It Daddy. Daddy dear, Al ut Mother. And Jack. All my dea re ests.'
 ei She kissed them impartial re clingins to her father. And
 patted her with his big clum :" hands and talked to her as he I
 when she was a little girl k Well, Molly-O. Little Molly ea Wasn't it wonderful, Da ad Aren't you proud Of your little ( as Molly-O? Wasn't it heaven he Mother? Jack? Aren't you all pro ,t of your MoIIvp