New Britain herald., 1929-08-29

| tested. We're always doing the things I like. It's time you took me to something intellectual How about an art exhibit, or a musicale? ! You must be bored to death with my lowbrow entertainment" But that evening he bought tick [ cts for the circus. And the next night he took her 10 q movie.
 "The trouble is" she told herself, hes much too nice. Hes letting me walk all over him. He just simply isn't natural. No man could % on forever pretending 10 like things he despises It's pathetic, too, the way he makes believe he's having a good time"
 And then it was she thought of O. Hcnry's waitress.
 '"Poor Bob, I suppose that's the way l was with Jack It's probably always that way when there are two people, and one is ever so much more in love than the other. The one who wants terribly to be loved tries too hard to please. It never pays.
 But, since pity is akin to love, Molly was beginning to love Bob q little. It was. undoubtedly, be- cause she was sorry for him. His pathetic attempts to rouse her af- lection made her almost cry.
 Every time he called he brought .l l,p had q way of picking up. A bit of old damaak. or piece of rare china. A first edition of Salomc with illustrations by Aubrey Ecardslcy And once T Venetian glass sconce from the Dogc's pal acc. Bob loved beautiful things, and he had the happy faculty Of finding them,
 Sometimes he sent her orchids. Not the common catelya, but the yellow marshallianum. They suited her best, he said.
 He had rare appreciation of paintings and of music. He loved flowers. and knew them by their Latin names. He had made q study of folk lore. And he knew great Gcal about the various religions of the world. He talked of Buddha and Confucius and Mohammed, as people chat of their contemporaries. Molly vas beginning to find him very interesting. He knew so many things,
 He told her facts she had never heard before. and she found them amusing and interesting. He told her, for instance that every person had 50 million arithmetical ances- tors. And that impressed Molly so much that She wrote @ verse and called it Fifty Million.
 The day it was printed, Red tele- phoncd.
 "Thcy tell me you've verse in Vanity Fair. How lorg since you've been writing poetry?'
 "Oh, it was only little thing" she explained. q tried to do it like Dorothy Parker. The idea was cute, but it wasn't mine. It was Bob's. He says we have 50 million arithmctical ancestors. Sort of | brcath-taking, isn't it? Imagine talk ing after 50 million people,"
 "Nou're seeing q lot of Newton these days, aren't you?"
 Well, you've deserted me-" she bantered, and I crave attention"
 You turned me down." he re- minded her. But, just to show there's no hard feelings. I'm going to tell you something. Jack Wells is getting in town tonight. He tucked the reporters in New York, and he's kept out of sight since he returned from Europe. There was q story that he'd taken an apart ment in Greenwich Village, but mo- body could locate him. Anyhow the office had a tip this afternoon. He has a reservation on the Mer- . chants"
 Nollys heart was beating madly.
 My goodness, Red. what are yor telling me for? Hes not coming to i see me-"
 T don't know about that Any how. here's the dope. I'm supposed to meet the train, and get an eX. elusive interview Statement abou | 1Irs. Bulwc.- Eaton, and all that rot