The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1929-08-06

versus Love. OCNGTdl SJuulOS pe-
sought the favor of an invitation
sitting.
But the greatest thrill of all came
when she opened the letter from 2
man in charge of the New York
branch of a celebrated moving pic
ture firm. Mr.. Sydney Dunsany was
his name, and he wanted to know
if she would consent to be filmed fol
a talkie.
Molly rushed to the telephone
She could not wait any longer. She
must share the thrills Of her sue
cess with Jack Probably he hac
tried to reach her. and found the
line busy. Or maybe he thought
she was still resting, and did not
want to disturb her.
The telephone operator thought
he had gone to lunch, but she would
see. Molly waited impatiently.
oh, Jack-hello. I was afraid I'd
missed you. The roses were lovely
Thank you so much. I've been wait
ing and waiting for you to call.
should think you'd be just dying to
take me to luncheon" She laughed
excitedly. "A famous lady like me-!
she cried.
L didn't know famous lady like
you would want to go anywhere
With a poor man like me-"
oh, Jack, I'm simply furnishing
for the sight Of you'll"
Isn't Mr.. Flynn around?"
No. he went back to Boston this
morning. Why, Jack. what's tho
matter? You know I'd rather be
with you than Red"
He laughed shortly.
You're getting very modern
aren't you, Molly?'
"Wha do you mean?' she de-
manded.
We'll, I suppose its ultra mod
crn to announce your engagement
10 one fellow and be seen dining
with an old beau. Sort of proving
your independence from the kick
Off? Is that it?'
Jack Wells, what are you talk
ing about?'
"Oh, gosh, Molly. haven't YOU
made a chunp out of me long
cnough?"
jack"
I've lust seen the afternoon
papers" he told her.
But I don't know what you're
talkin gabout. honey!"
Then you didn't mean to let it
out so soon?" he questioned. Your
engagement to Flynn? Well,some-
body's spilled it. Better get the last
editions, Molly. and treat yourself
TO the news"
LIE broke the connection abrupt
L l. ", and Molly sat for mo-
ment. with the receiver dangling
Imply, gazing fooliShly at the tele-
phone. When she recovered her
composure. she asked that the after
noon papers be sent to her room
And there it was. screeching at her
from the front pages.
1t was like a nightmare. Her
picture and Reds. taken on tho
sands at Don Cesar in st, Peters
burg.
The telephone rang, but she
scarcely heard it as she scanned
sheet after sheet. And it rang. ano
rang.
Boston is calling, Miss Burn
ham," the operator told her. Mr.
George Flynn
For interminable minutes she
held the line. What should she say
to him? What must he think OF
her?"
Molly. this is Red, What's it al
about. Molly?"
"Oh. Red, it's terrible! They say
we're engaged"
Yeah. I know The office hat
a flash"
( But. Red, I never said so. Yol
| know I didn't. How could I? w
/ Just this second seen the papers
Heavens. I don't know what to do
\ I'm all upset. I phoned Jack min
ute ago and he's furious. He Sl1u
off. Oh. my goodness. Red, this
/ terrible"
But, Molly. you must have sal
something! They don't make thing
up out of whole cloth. They hav
to have something to go on
But I didn't. Red Honestly,
/ didn't"
We'll, what are you going to d
about it? They're trying to get m
to say something. Naturally, 1 can
deny it. Not when it looks as
YOU'D announced it."
Mollys voice hardened and sh
oristled defensively.
You needn't act so darn insultec
George Flynn