New Britain herald., 1929-08-12

manded Rita.
 Such a 'child!" moaned Miss Smith. She's a regular caution, Miss Burnham. Always askin' questions. Little pitchers, as my mother used to say. have big ears. The things that child picks upl My word, it isn't decent"
 Molly was of the same opinion The sooner she could get little Ri&. away from the unwholesome at mosphere of her fathers flat, the better it would be.
 After dinner, Molly put the child to bed. And. shortly aft.rward, protesting that she was very tired, asked Bob to phone for taxi, to take her to the Copley. She would stay there until she found an apart ment.
 When the cab came, Bob took her to the door, He was very quiet. and Nelly was glad that he made no further excuses for the presence of Elsie.
 Before she had driven to the end of the street. she missed her bag, and remembered that she had left it on the divan. She had the driver turn about, and, when they reached the apartment, asked him to ring Suite 6, and ask if he might go in for Miss Burnham's bag. A mo- ment afterward, she thought 't might be more gracious if she ran in for moment herself Peo. pie like Miss Smith were so apt to take offense at the most trivia: things. She ran up the stairs, and reached the door as it closed on her driver. She could hear Elsie's shrill voice.
 Have drink, Big Boy? Your frosty fare froze this little girl to her marrow"
 Sh, Elsie," remonstrated Boh. But Molly had turned and fled.
 ing face in her hands, and tears dripped through her fingers. But whether they were for Rita, or for her outraged pride, she did not know.
 Red was waiting in the lobby of the Copley when she reached there.
 T reckoned you'd come here,' he said. And l had such darn goo1 news, I wanted to spill it in person Durbin's been trying to get you on the phone all evening. He was so insistent about it that l called him back an hour ago. Told him I was seeing you, and asked if l coull take message"
 "Well?" She lifted her tired face questioningly..
 Its like I said, dear He's ab- solutely sold on it. Says it has Delphine beaten 10 ways, You can write your own contract, from all I gathered And he wants to put it on pronto.'
 Molly was very tired. She felt not at all the way successful play wright, receiving good news, is SUD- posed to feel.
 That's fine" she sighed. You're awfully good, Red.'
 She laid her hand affectionately on his arm. Eve never asked, be- cause you seemed so reticent about it. I've wondered sometimes if you thought me unsympathetic. But I've often wanted to ask you. -
 You mean about my mother?" he interrupted. She's just the same, dear-always just the same She'll never be any different. till she dies"
 "She didn't hear anything about that silly rumor?"
 Not d thing, dear. Don't worry your little head about that
 Red took her hands in his.
 "see here, old thing, you're ali done up. Whats the matter? Dii Rita's death hit you so fearfully hard, drA~?"
 "Oh, it's not just that she told him wearily. Its everything" :"
 Cant you snap out of it? Any girl who can sell plays like the rest of us eat a neal Good gosh Molly what's eating you? You ought to be the happiest kid in the whole damn country"
 T know. Red. Isn't it funny"