The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1929-08-07
know, too, something I never meant
to tell you. You know that love
you-and I guess maybe you'll for
give me for telling you so, Red"

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give me for telling you so, Red"
MOLLY sat for long time with
WI the letter in her hand. So Red
had fallen in love with her. And
he had meant that she should never
know. Poor, dear Redl
She shuffled the sheets of his let
ter together, folded them, and put
them back in the envelope. Then
she opened her bag, and slipped the
envelope beneath a pile of lingerie.
She was sorry for Red with all her
heart.
It was too bad about Mrs. Flynn.
But she must be very selfish wom-
an. And Red, of course, was a dear.
There weren't many sons who would
sacrifice their whole lives for their
mothers.
Red would make wonderful hus-
band, too. He was so generous, and
he had wonderful disposition. Not
bit like Jack, who was usually
dreadfully serious.
Molly thought of something a girl
at college used to say. Elizabeth
Parker was her name. If they can
make me laugh, they can make me
love 'em"-and then Elizabeth would
fall for any man with snappy line
and a lot of wise cracks Well,
Red was good company and he GER
tianly was interesting. Probably
some day he'd fall SO hard for girl
that he would forget all about his
mother.
Red was homely, but he was
what Molly called nice homely."
He probably wouldn't ever earn
very much money, but he was the
sort of person you could have a
good time with, If he didn't have
quarter. Jack of course was diff
ferent. He was always serious
about money. Being broke was a
tragedy with him, while 1t was
only a joke for Red.
Molly sighed. And, reaching for
the phone, dictated a telegram 70
Red:
Terribly sorry about everything.
Don't worry. Will see that rumor
dies. Thank you for your letter.
Please believe I sympathlze and
understand. Will write later.
MOLLY"
She was not, she decided, in any
frame of mind to write the tactful
answer that Reds letter war
ranted. She must think of tender,
understanding things to say.
Now she would dash off, instead,
letter to Jack. Tomorrow she
would write Red.
She pulled out little gilded
chair, and sat at the Marie Antoi-
nette desk.
Dear Jack" she wrote, and sat
for a moment. biting the end Of
her pen, considering.
Direct and to the point" she
decided. And a little reticent, be-
cause it doesn't pay to be too eager
Dear Jack, I'm sorry you
wouldn't listen to me. or let me
explain. The stories in the paper
were entirely without foundation. I
love you as much as I ever did. I'm
going to Boston, and you can
reach me there, If you wish.
CHE read 1t over. and concluded
- that it was both dignifled and
discreet. Now he could interpret
the degree of her love In whatever
terms he chose. If he wanted to
think she preferred career to mar
rage. he would probably continue
his stubborn tactics. If he appre-
ciated her love, he would ask her
now to marry him. If he wanted
to see her, he could reach her in
Boston.
She had made mistake. she de-
cided, in urging and begging. She
was acting like an idiot to tele-
phone, when he made 1t so evident
that he did not want to see her.
And it would be absolutely crazy TO
stay any longer in New York, in
the vain hope that he would come
TO her. Let him do the pursuing for
a change!
She sealed the letter, and thumped
1t defiiantly with her fist. She Won
dered why she felt so much like
crying. Why she felt so lonesome.
when all the papers said she was
the cleverest, prettieSt girl In New
York. Why It was that Red was
eating his heart out for her in Bos-
ton. And Jack wouldn't even take
her to luncheon in New York. Why
her mother was provincial. And her
father ,hen-pecked. And Rita sick.
And Ruth dead. And the world all