New Britain herald., 1929-08-21

honor. Do you know what I'd do? I'd frame Bob, if I knew how"
 Red laughed.
 Look out" he cautioned, that he doesn't frame you. As for you. young woman, you be a square shooter. Give the egg a break"
 It was late when Red said good night. Molly slipped her arms about his neck, and drew his ear to her lips.
 Do me favor?" she coaxed. If you hear anything more about Jack, will you let me knew, Red ?"
 Why sure" he promised. They sent over from the office for a story. If they got anything, I'll get in touch with you.'
 After Red had gone, Molly bur rled her pride resolutely, and began a letter to Jack. He wouldn't marry her. But that did not mean he didn't love her The more she thought about it, the surer she be- came that it was a terrible mis- understanding. He said he couldn'1 De Mister Molly Burnham. Didn't that simply prove it was all mas. ter of his idiotic pride?
 There was a woman in Snodgras whose husband was a contractor One year he was laid up with rheu- and she took over his work. People liked her, and were glad to do business with her. In SIX months she made more money than her husband cleared in a year Her husband got well, and took -hlngs over again. Immediately business began to fall off. The wife was an energetic person, and anx- ous to carry on. But her husband 'etorted that he was going to wear he pants in his house, and that l 'ettled It. Well, Jack was ex- ! 'ctly like that stupid old contractor. | 'len were all alike, Foolish mascu- inc vanity.
 Molly smiled to herself. Her
 iS "Nii'0d Ao wear lne pants. nat was what it really amounted o. Of course he wouldn't talk like hat. Jack was never crude. But hat was it, just the same. sex ride.
 You're so proud, Sweetheart, he whispered. Now l shall be tumble, to prove how deeply I love ou."
 Molly had lttle pink type 'riter, in a little pink box A tiny, olseless thing. that matched the olors in her bedroom. When she 'orked at night. she used it, be- ause the smallest noise sometimes 'oke Rita. She slipped on a negli- ee ot rosy chiffon, and lighted the lnk-shaded lamps. smiling as she ompleted the picture. Molly loved oing things like a girl in a book oW the room was softly pink. Verything harmonized with her lood
 She would write Jack a letter lat should breathe of her love and evotion, A gay, friendly letter lat would bring him happiness ld assuage his silly fears. Sweet Id Womanly, to prove that she was ot the kind of a girl who wanted
 wear pants! To show that he eed never be afraid of being Mister oily Burnham.
 she laughed aloud, like a little Fl planning delicious mischief lc would win her darling, with all e "iles she knew. burying her ollsh pride. For what had pride
 do with love?
 She slipped a sheet of paper in 1T typewriter, and began, swiftly.
 type. The words, in her mad lste' fell over one another.
 -. :. in the old days" she wrote
 was full of pride in myself. But w you are all that I care ahout
 ule world She paused oment thinking of Rita. But no, OK counted more than Rita. Roh 'sht take Rita away Then what onld she do? She mAst have meone then to turn to- Someone
 III the dreadful loneliness.
 ou are necessary to me" she 'ht on, and stiil the words came 'npllng, flying off the keys like 'glc l need you for my
 once, my darling, you held me
 your arms as though you could yer let me go. You were svep, me, and tender. You Were afraid was cold. Afraid I was tired rald 1 worked too hard. Afraid would stop loving you, Afraid $ worried about something. You re always afraid, darling t now it is L who am afraid. Lone. ne, and frightened, and afraid d you are leaving me-" Then she threw discretion to inc dds.
 l have heard that you are going italy Would you go away my .llns' without telling me good ! Would you leave me, wretcheo longing? But, my darling,
 selfish. l want you to be hanpv you are happy, rpothing else mat s. And you will love Italy, my K ."
 age after page Molly typed in ort of frenzy. There was so much
 be said. So much about Italy t she must tell him. And then
 must tell again of her love-.
 lovely, steadfast love.
 If l knew you had forgotten
 wrote, T would try to forget