The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1936-08-17
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CHAPTER
RxMary Raymond

f;Iiad with details o. bank rob-
berv. Molly read them, but de-
snite the headlines, she was sure
it was going to be a dread1uily
dull day. L., hal.
were filled with minute record
mos very minute recordings IN
order to cram in all the special
events - luncheons, teas, tea
dances, cocktail parties, large eve
ming functions, even breakfasts
that hostesses were giving for one
debutante or another. =,
"Why a breakfast" Brent nad
inquired once. You can nave
breakfast at home--in bed" ,
"You can have luncheon and
dinner at home, too, and in bed il
you're sick or lazy" Molly's tone
held feminine scorn for masculine
reasoning. "Unless, she contln-
ued, "you're against entertaining
in general I'd say your argument
is full of holes" =,
"Might be a good idea, at that, "
Brent had answered. AL thaI
entertaining does for you is to
breed a habit for excitement
A habit for excitement. That
must be true. Everybody was tax
ing a cruise or hurrying away to
some resort to escape the season.
al social slump. "And even L..
Molly thought with characteristic
honesty, "wake up wanting some
thing to happen these days. Only
it never does"
Something did happen!
Bored with herself, Molly
vawned over the newspaper with
it's headlines about the bank rob-
berry. She answered a telephone
summons indifferently. Then her
pulses leaped at the sound of a
deep, starnge voice. Almost
strange, for there was something
familiar about that voice. 1t was
not casual like Wick's. Not cool
and composed like Donald's, OF
silly and cheerful like Huberts'
1t lacked Brent's teasing superior
ity. This voice was low and re-
served and-yes, she was certain
of this-a little insure of itself.
Her interesting stranger.
He said, Hello, Molly Milford
"Hello, Sam Smith," -,
"That isn't my real name. It's
Observation-Disclosures. My friends
call me Nelson Won't your
There had been a slight pause be-
tween the first and last names
which Molly scarcely noticed. :,
cam / friend?" Molly asked;
glad the blue-eyed stranger could
not see the rush of color to hel
face.
81 hope so, Molly"
"Nelson is a nice name. Not
hard to say"
"You're not angry because
called?" o.,
"No. Why should I be-"
There was a moment of silence
Then, 81 thought you might be
bored"
81 am. Terribly. =,
$50 am |. | was wondering II
you'd have dinner with me. But
| / suppose that's impossible"
"Not impossible" Molly spoke
in a firm tone.
"You mean you'll try some
French cooking"
eyes" The word fluttered in
her throat. Brent would be furl-
Gus, but what right had he to die
tate to her?
"I'll come out about 6. Or
would you rather meet me some
place down town."
Molly considered this a mo-
ment. 1t might be wiser to meet
him down town. 81 could meet
you at the side entrance OF Will
son-Marx's around g."
"I'll be there"
For dinner at Frenchy's-wher-
ever Frenchy's might be-she
would wear her new pleated blue
crepe with the white patent belt
and a cluster of patent leather
flowers at the neckline. A small
white hat and white coat with
the white fox collar.
The chauffeur would drop her
at Wilson-Marx's around quar-
ter to 6. She didn't want even
the chauffeur to know of this en-
gagement.
"Why the excess energy?" Dom
ma asked, finding Molly attacking
her soft shining hair with a Wig
orous brush. >,
"Oh, just something to do"
Molly admitted, smiling. "Pm fed
up with sitting around wasting
time"
"What's become of the -Four
Horsemen?"
"Wick bores me. Hubert bores
me. Donald bores me-"
"What about Brent?" Donna
asked, surveying Molly with
amused eyes.
"Brent bores me more than any
of Them Molly spoke vigorously
Brent is the original cave man.
All he'd need would be an excuse
to drag a woman about by her
ear. Anyway, I've a new man on
my mind. He's handsome and
stimulating"
81 can't quite believe you've
toppled for new man." Donna
drawled.
"Not toppled. Just leaning over
little, like the Tower of Pisa. -
Molly put down the brush, sat
on a stool near Donna and looked
UP at her out of lovely, candid
eyes. She said slowly. You
wouldn't understand, because
you've always been conventional
| WI. d. ,,o,,,;aJ I'll cettle down