The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1929-09-02
J B ELEANOR.t EARLY

I college days. And they recounteo
the shooting by Dopey Dan from
beginning to end. The stories OF
Molly's plays we're told and re-told
And Ashes of Desire was reviewed
in a five column spread.
Red Flynn read the first editions
And when he had finished, he sent
Molly a telegram.
It was addressed to Mrs. William
Blake, Lennox, Mass. And it read:
my SCHEME ALL WET STOP
B. ON RAMPAGE STOP SUGGEST
RETURN AT ONCE TO PACIFY
HIM STOP NO WORD FROM J.
STOP GUESS HE WENT BACK
TO NEW YORK"
When Molly received this cryptic
message, she threw discretion to the
winds and telephoned Red at the
police court.
Whats Bob ramping about?" she
demanded. rs he furious because
1 took Rita away?"
That's some of it," admitted Red.
1.-THE telephones no place for con-
fidences, old thing. Come on home,
and I'll tell you"
rs he drinking?"
81 don't know. The truth is,
Molly :" Red hesitated.
"Yes?" she prompted. What's
happened? Hurry up and tell me.
I'm imagining the most awful
things"
wait till I close the door," he
admonished. THE walls have ears
around this dump. Can you hear me
all right. Molly?"
"Of course can hear you. For
heavens sake, FED, don't be like
that!"
"XKTELL," he drawled, 81 knocked
w your fancy for a row of
goals last night, Sweetness. Oh,
he's all right now. Nothing to
worry about. Just little clip on
the chin. Nice and clean, right
outa the picture"
Red! You brutel What did
you do that for2"
Little private matter" he told
here serenely. 1--WE been wanting
to take a wallop at the guy for a
long time. Last night he comes
down to see me, and pretty soon he
pulls fast one"
But you shouldn't have struck
him!" she cried.
We'll, remorSe isn't gnawing
away at my vitals, SO don't let that
bother you, sweetness. The point
is, the young mans bit riled. First
off, he was going to have me arrest
ed for assault and battery. But I
guess he thought better of that one,
because there haven't been any
process servers invading the sane
tuary of our consecrated press
room"
Its nothing to joke about" in
terrupted Molly sharply. eff you've
Infatuated Bob, he'll simply take it
out on me-thats all"
That being that, you might as
well come home. What I'm afraid
of is he might get some detective
agency on your trail. Then there'd
be the deuce of a rumpus."
Little sunbeam! You're SO con-
soling. I guess you're right though.
Exit Mrs. William Blake and en-
tourage from Lenox. Now listen.
Red" Molly's voice came caress-
ingly over the wires. Tell me
honestly" she coaxed. haven't you
seen JACKIE"
Not hide or hair of him. I guess
he's ditched YOU" he told her I'M
feelingly. Serves you right, Molly
getting yourself engaged to an Arab
like Newton.
"Oh, Red. be nice to me-" she
begged. I'm so upset. Rita has a
perfectly dreadful cough, and I'm
worried to death. Please be nice,
just for little while"
"All right" he promised. Come
on home, and I'll be nice. Better
plan to get in some time after dark.
1t will give you peaceful night,
if the crowd doesn't know you're
back"
~ Ndo Ad4iAA4ls WiICAA 4AO14y
reached Boston. A driving, furious
storm. with the rain coming down
like slim stilettos, and wi1irling,
when it fell, in great. gray puddles.
And an angry wind blew in damp,
wet gusts.
= .
THERE was the feeling of melan-
l. choly that comes so often with
rain and darkness Molly felt en-
quilted in dreadful depression that
foreboded. she feared more I'M
pleaSantness. She remembered the
night, when she was at college, that
she and Jack talked Of premonitions.
And she told him that she could
feel disaster in her bones. He had
laughted at the notion. But now
she felt sure that what she said ives