The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1929-09-06

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her employ. Molly rescnts the situ'
alton furieusly. but there Il nothing
she can do about Il.
Then there Is Red Flynn, 4 report.
er and = regular fellow, who make,
love casually. Red has an invalid
mother, and has promised her that
he will never marry during her life-
time.
The third Is Bob Newton. little
Rlta's father. who has asked Molly q
marry him. Molly has no regard fol
Bob, but she lives in mortal terror 81
losing Rita, whom she loves above oil
reason.
She h working now on her book,
which b rather photographed.
NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
CHAPTER XII
There is q story about the younger
Dumas, and how he shut himself up
in . garnet, and wrote q book in no
time at al. Victor Hugo Is said to
have done something Of the same sort.
And there Is q lesser novelist who took
q vow neither to shave nor to battle
until he completed his book.
The chances are, however. that
In point Of time-Molly beat them all.
She scarcely slept until Ashes OF De.
sire" vas completed.
Once, when she was q reporter, she
interviewed Miss Amy Lowell, the
poetess. Miss Lowell did all her work
at night, writing In bed. propped up
by Is feather pillows. She drew the
curtains against the sunlight. and
tackled black cloths over the mirrors.
Because the creative fire. she said,
burned more brightly ct nighttime,
or under artificial light.
Try It. my dear" she advised.
And never forget that genius Is
nine-tenths work. You've got to sweat
for success"
Molly had remembered. Like Miss
Lowell. she turned night into day,
working while others slept. She
plugged her telephone bell, and told
Mary she was at home to no one.
She grew pale and thin. And her
eyes took on = peculiar green light.
and looked huge. and q trifle wild.
She drank quarts Of black coffee and
cared nothing for substantial food.
She withheld herself from even
Rita, vowing that nothing should in
terfere with the completion Of her
greatest work. Once, when Red Flynn
came-and refused to leave until he
had seen her-she begged him not to
be disappointed In her when her book
proved unpopular.
"Oh, 1t viii be popular all right
he assured her. Everything YOU do
Is q wow"
"But this Is different" she ex-
claimed. ".Ashes Of Desire viii never
be popular. I don't want it to be. !
want just to speak simply. truly, to
the few who will understand. ! never
want again what the world means
when It says success"
Red stared at her, uncomprchend-
ing.
"What?" he asked inelesantly.
what in blaxes Is eating your"
II mean It." she insisted. II am
trying now to be true to the real
things"
you look like the devil" he In
terrupted, sowing at her paleness.
my work Is DONE" she told him
gently, IN grief and pain. Yet ! must
write Or de-"
He shrugged contemptuously.
you're getting arty." he accused.
Success has gone to your head.
You're going temperamental. Snap
out Of It. old thing"
please leave me-" she besought.
He went away angrily. because he
thought she was poGing. But worried,
also. because she WAS thin and white.
And, since he could DO nothing about
It, that made him angrier still. Molly
watched him from her window. draw
ing the shade aside cautiously. He did
not look back. but stepped into his
old car, slAmming the door furiously,
ana driving away In Z chatter Of roll
licking tenders and loose bumpers.
A week later the manuscript was
finished. Molly wrapped II sentt-
mentally In lavender tissue, and tied
Il With lavender ribbons. Than she
carried Il herself 70 her agent.
I'll look ct Il tonight" the man
promised, and call you first thing Ia
the morning. Ttse1e1l - no trouble
finding : publisher. O. eourss. you
know that"
hut he did not watt until morn
ing. At 70 o'clock ~ to1eDhonod.
Eve read .ASlaee 6 Oootre.' 1l1e1
Durnham" (heottatingly and . ~
ts.seSCSw 5000 ssHoae Annt
care foe Il, NJ. HAM"
'It's = unlike anything you've
.Itis tn best thing i've done."
nut your public doesnt expect THU
ooet q novel nom you. They want
you 70 give than crime. 16iss 3urn-
ham,"
Molly sighed wearily.
II know. Well, I'm through with
what my public wants. I've given
them . hook cut q NY heart. e thu
don't like e, I don't care. ahAll
never write another anyhow"
Mr.. Hail cleared his throat.
ITS beautifully done." b assured
her. nut you know youroolf whaa
your market Is. Miss DurnhAm
You've always catered to-er-ahal
~ say-"
Il don't care what you say" shl
INTERRUPTED. "LoNbtoWs. Norons n.
II doesn't make anx difference. Dul
Ashes Of Desire isft for them. II Il
Tor the very lew-the few who Nj
understand"
nut zen must accede to popu1al
demandl. he argued.
"oh, no. ~ satd. mot any more
I never intended Ashes q Desire Ii
~ ! popular novel;
you might Jam Il Up q little" b.
elfeeed heD1fnlly. "otvt 4 : hsJD.
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