New Britain herald., 1929-07-25
THIS HAS HAPPENED

oLu upol ledIIllHS lHe He"S, ollS gives party that is both a cele- bration and a. farewell, because commencement is over and the girls are preparing to leave.
 Jack Wells, whom Molly loves with all her heart, is a draftsman in an architects office. Jack is handsome and a Harvard man. He loves Molly devotedly but has no money at all Nothing but an un- certain future, and heart full of love. Molly is willing to be married at once, and face poverty together. But Jack is practical young man, ard insists upon waiting.
 He is in New Hampshire, just now, seeking contact with rich old Billings, the wool king, who is planning to build model village for his employees
 After the party, Rita Melnotte, Molly's particular friend, asks her to spend the night with her. It is their last night in the dormitory. Rita tells Molly that she has some thing important to tell her. Molly
  fortable about celebrating the death oi the poor old aunt from whom she has inherited her S10,000. After her guests go, she joins Rita in her room.
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 So you got rid of em," observed Rita. She propped herself on a satin pillow of Chinese blue, and scuffeG her cigaret in a cloisonne dish. Hen parties always give me pain. Twenty girls chattering about what they'd do if they had S10,000. and not one of them with brains or gumption enough to go out and earn it! Moneys responsible for all the misery and all the joy there is. You cant be happy with it, and you can't be happy without 1t.
 T wonder" she unused. If any body is ever happy. Except tran siently, I mean. You know, Molly, a man and girl ought to be happy, if they love each other and are mar ried. The Lord knows l love Bob. But l haven't brought him any thing but misery. What do you think, Molly? Do you know any body who's really happy?" Yes" Molly replied quickly My father and mother. I think they are both absolutely happy. And I'm happy. too. Rita. Oh, not perfectly contented. of course. don't suppose youth is ever alto gether satisfied. We want too many things. But when you get older. and you have the things you've been dreaming about, wny then you're happy"
 And you think your mother and father have captured all the dreams of their youth?" Rita's full red lips twisted cyncally.
 Well, of course they're awfully simple people," Molly flushed 2 little. "They're the salt of the earth, and pillars of responsibility. We own our little house. And Dad has a car, and he keeps hens. And mother has a lovely flower garden, and a vegetable garden And they've radio. And they go to the movies every Tuesday and every Saturday. My parents are exactly the sort of people that Mencken makes fun of"
 Rita smiled. "I wonder if Mencken is happy" she said.
 "Oh, I don't think so. I don'r think intellectual people are ever happy" observed Molly. But, my goodness. l should think you'd be happy, Rita. I know if I was mar ried to Jack I'd be absolutely happy"
 That's what you think,' inter- rupted Rita drily. Well, my dear. I thought when I got married, was going to be happy, too. And naturally I expected to make Bob happy. And what have l done? Just messed up everything.'
 She got up suddenly, and began to fold the crimson CoVerlet,
 There were tears in Rita's eyes. For the love of Pete," she eXclaim- ed irritably, get out that light, will you? l never knew anyone so slow iii my life"
 Molly put down the hair brush and put out the light.
 Snap out of it, Rita" she ad- vised. You're all tired out and you're making mountains out of mole hills
 Molly knelt and said her prayers
 T didn't know you said prayers observed Rita.
 Molly didn't answer
 DO your father and mother say them?" pursued Rita.
 T suppose so" Molly was en- barrassed.
 Well. I think that's very nice,' approved Rita. Maybe that's why they're so happy"
 Maybe" acknowledged Molly. She was conscious herself of a very nice little warmth about her heart. Why don't you say some, Rita?"
 Who? Me-" Rita yawned. q don't know any"
 They lay side by side. The clocl; on the dressing table ticked with piercing clarity. Somewhere a bell rang Two o'clock. A rooster crowed. And q man, with heavy tread, passed on the concrete walk beneath the window
 Suddenly Rita tossed aside the sheet, and, kneeling, flung her arms passionately across the bed. Her hands fell heavily on Mollys knees And Molly kept her legs straight and stiff, and held her breath while Rita prayed.
 After a while Rita got up, and