New Britain herald., 1929-08-23

Its pretty" she said, shivering delicately. T suppose it's true too."
 "Of course it's true" he told her. Heres Rita now !. Think over what I had to say, won't you? You might go further, you know, and fare worse. Suppose you married Flynn. Your children would have carrot-tops and freckles. Look at my daughter, Did you ever see anything prettier in your life?"
 Rita was wearing a cashmere of lilac color, sprigged with pink roses and forget me- nots. Her linen slip pers were gay with embroidery, and her ide-brimmed hat was loaded with tiny flannel flowers. They flut- tered from the ends of her sash, and were caught in a perky nosegay on her shoulder
 Hello, mama, Hello daddy"
 She kissed them impartially.
 "Oh, daddy I know some new words. Nancy's nurse told us. Ter meg la bouche' It means shut your mouth,' daddy"
 q told her it was naughty to say that" declared Nurse Marie pGimly. "Nancy's nurse is a very common person, Miss Durham. I shan't al low Rita to talk with her again."
 ,11 ;rrL Molly gayly. Its time Rita got rough. Don't you adore her ac- cent. Bob? I'll run along now, and not bother you. Be a good girl Precious"
 She stopped to kiss Rita, and Bob said again, Think over what l had to say, won't you?'
 'Fermez la bouche," she told him over Rita's head, and laughed be-
 She went from the nursery to cause he seemed annoyed.
 her bedroom, and threw herself on the chaise tongue. Bob had threat ened to take Rita away. if she did not do as he wished. He was stub born enough to do it, too. Molly knew that he had been more suc- cessful lately. He could hire a capable woman to care for the child, and do the housework also. Rita did not need constant super vision any more. She was a healthy. intelligent child. As Molly frequently remarked, having her about was almost like having a grown person in the house. She was such a dependable little crea- ture.
 If marriage with Bob was un- thinkable, so was life without Rita. Lots of people marry without love, and are happier than the roman ticists. So many romances are failures Expeditions marriages wear better, and last longer. Sen sible people bring to matrimony the same sound reasoning with which they consider any other con- tract. Welt, why not be practical? Molly sighed wearily.
 That's the trouble," she moaned. I'm not practical. I'm romantic"
 If only she could banish Jack from her mind! She had heard from him once. since he sailed for England with Mrs. Bulwer- Eaton, He had sent her a colored postcard of Ponte Necchio, where she had bought the Borsia ring. There was no message on it. Only his name. But she had told him about find ing his ring there, in the old silver smiths on the corner. And he had probably gone seeking something for Mrs. Bulwer- Eaton. Something costly. to suit the woman's fam boyant tastes. Molly had torn up the postal furiously. And then, un- reasonably, she cried, and dropped the fragments in an envelope, and sealed it, and put it away.
 She kept Jacks letters in a secret drawer of her desk. They were tied around with purple ribbon. Once, when she was younger, she had scented the pack with sweet lavender. The little book of Oscar Wilde's love verse he gave her was there, too. She bought another copy, because she could not bear to handle the one in which Jack had marked the passages he loved. h. side the cover she put the verse about love and a career, that she clipped from newspaper the day of graduation. It was a long time now since she had opened the drawer where her one-time treas ures lay. She felt that she could never stand to look at them again.
 Reds letters cluttered her bureau drawers. They were witty and en- tertaining, and she hated to destroy them. She was always meaning to gather them together, and put them away somewhere, so she could laugh over them when she was old.
 She wondered what Red would think of Bob's proposal. And she lay on her pretty chaise tongue for a long time, meditating.
 "The trouble with me- she decided lis I've been idle too long. l ought to be ashamed of myself! I'll get to work on that book-that's what I'll do"'
 Tho thing had been taking shape in her mind for some time. Grad ually. Hazily. Like a furtive dream, full of vague shapes and shadowy substance. The story of a woman who had bartered romance for a career and hated the career and lOnged for love.
 It must be a beautiful book. beau tifully written. The heart cry of lonely woman. She must find lovely words. and magnificent phrases. And she must blend them exquis- itoly, so the whole should be per feet. The delineation of a woman's life, A passionate woman, passion ately seeking. Seeking the things of existence The cbpaD t1,I1O1 Oprv