The Waterbury Democrat., 1936-08-18
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 Hls startled eyes had never let Nelson Whittaket's face, Molly saw. Fge had barely glanced at her,
 The air of this place was heavy with the odor oe tobacco and u. Quor, On the walls, as her conn panion had said, were paintings which might be called French land. scapes," but they were crude and wholly unimaglnatlve, Walters stood neRllTently around. There were few diners at this hour, and the group of boys who sang tears to your eyes," were occupied In listleSsly thumbing sheets of music.
 The table At which Molly and Whitaker were seated was direct ly in front of the orchestra stand. Molly stared at the young musicians frankly. Already Q plan was form ing in her mind. one of the youths had Q sensitive, attractive face. He would be the one to aid her, If Q way opened for her to communicate with him.
 "Ask them to play something from Leoncavallos I PagliRcci,' Molly said quickly, and was rewarded by seeing the, blank aIna4ement in her escorts eyes. He didn't know grand opera, Molly saw, and would be loathe to reveal his ignorance.
 May I send them Q little note with Q request number2" she asked, smiling fl0tterlngly straight Into his eyes, I've decided on something more romantic. From Butterfly :"
 Certainly. Here. waiter, pencil and paper"
 The waiter was suddenly anlmat- cd. He placed Q stubby pencil and pad of paper before Molly,
 When the note went up Molly saw the young man with the sensitive face smile. She had requested But. terfly's aria, some Day He'll Come" and as she listened to the tender music she thought of Brent,
 "Frenchy's" guests were regard- ing the extraordinary young lady who appeared to care more for music than wine with nlomentary interest. Molly's companion, his mood mellowed by his first drink, whispered indulgently; "You Wom- en, with your musicl"
 Molly's long lashes swept her cheeks and were raised suddenly to reveal deliberate admiration. For you menl' she said.
 She slipped the wine cautiously, A long time ago-R very long time ago when she was safe and protect- ed--she had heard that sometimes knockout drops were administered In wine in dangerous dives, So she raised the glass to her lips but barely tasted It's contents.
 Some impRSsioned Wagner music flowed about them now. The dark haired young musicians were play. Ing with fine feeling. Boys who could play like that could surelyq bo trusted. Maybe they didn't know this was Q wicked sort of place. Or maybe it wasn't wicked, You could- n't judge 0 place always by the people who came to it, Molly knew now she had definitely decided Nell son Whitaker was not to be trusted,
 The elderly Frenehman was nak- Ing his way toward their table, For you" he said to Whitaker. "A man out front-Louis ho called himself wants to see you"
 Molly waited only Q moment after her companion had left, She wrote her address on Q slip of paper. On the other sheet sho wrote: "An at Frenehy'S, Twelve miles from tho bridge, Place with Q green front, Please come, Molly" Taking the bill from her purse-she noted it was $20--she folded 1t within tho paper, Then, quickly crossing to the or. chestra stand, Sho placed the papers in the hand of the young musician,
 She saw him read ono message and place the other in his pocket After Q moment he looked toward Molly and nodded, Q smile lighting his dark eyes,
 "He thinks I've repented of 0 bad bargain and am sending for my best beau" Molly thought, Adding au- daoiously to herself, "Weil, I am"
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