The Wilmington morning star., 1940-08-11

this morning. Babbltt hearQ nef
read. The contract is all signed l
saw it,"
Her entrance to Broadway
made on that cue, cameo Well,
that won't do her any good. Broad
way producers don't fool around.
If one rehearsal shows she's not
properly cast, out she goes" jeans
experience backstage had enabled
her to speak of the theater with
authority. Johnny smiled in spite
Of himself.
Come along now. You and I
have work to do. We're going to
find Masters and get your cameo
tonight"
Jean shook her head, mo,
Johnny. I don't want the cameo.
Somehow it doesn't seem lucky for
me, any more. All of this fighting
between you and me-that caused
lit"
Johnny ignored her, Come on,
JEAN" he said firmly. She was
used to obeying him. She came.
They walked down Cottage
Street.
Hes at Molly's. I saw him go
that way"
Jean looked up. Molly's house
was just ahead. She held back,
looking up at Johnny with pleading
brown eyes.
"Oh, Johnny, please don't make
me 6 DIN. You know how I hate a
row. If you must do this horrible
thing, don't drag me into it."
"We're both going. I'm intend
ing to show Molly there's a limit
to what she can do and get away
with"
Jean sighed, "stil Furnishing
Molly"
They tiptoed up to the porch, and
Jean told him firmly, I'm not 60
ing in. Masters is in there and MI.
Earl. Look in that window. We're
probably interrupting some kind of
conference"
Carter Earl came to the door.
Hello, there, you two," he said.
I've been wanting to thank you
for everything you did last night.
Come on in. Miss Travers was
just saying she hadn't seer you
since the fire. 80"
He pushed Jean before him and
Johnny followed.
When Jean and Molly met in the
living room, Molly flashed Johnny
a look of hatred. WAS this your
bright idea?" she asked him with
out words. To Jean, she said in
her best manner, my dear, how
are your hands? You were abso-
lutely the bravest thing I ever saw
in my life. I've been wanting to
tell you all day."
I'm sorry about the Theater,"
Jean said politely, looking at
Johnny, asking him with her eyes
not to start anything.
1--WE didn't come to be polite"
Johnny said. "Mr. Earl, this con-
Germs Miss Travers and MIR. Mas
tiers. You can do whatever you
like about staying"
"Oh, Johnny, you don't mean. :.
Not now. Pleased Molly's
hand was on his arm.
IF it's about the Theater, I'll
stay"
Johnny pushed Molly aside and
went over to Andre Masters.
MAY I see the cameo you
bought from Miss Travers. I'm in
terested in old jewelry."
Masters frowned slightly. He
reached in his vest and handed
Johnny the pin. It was the Reyn-
olds cameo, all right.
Jean, is this your cameo?" he
asked, 1.-The one you lent Miss Tray
ers for her part in the play?"
Jean looked at Molly, then at
Johnny. Johnny" she whispered,
let's not, please"
molly" he said sternly, lis this
the cameo you borrowed + o m
Jean?"
Molly sat on the sofa. Even in
her grief she was the picture Of
grace. One foot was caught under
her, her head rested on her out
stretched arms.
"Oh, what's the use," she said,
desperately, "it's jeans cameo,
and all of you know it. You know
it. yourself, don't you Andre? In
spite of this exquisite %pretense. ]
hadn't any right to sell it. But
wanted that contract so terribly. l
didn't realize what I was doing"
Her body shook with sobs.
jeans lips softened. She went
over and put her arms around
Molly. Don't cry, please" she
said, softly.
Carter Earl was coming to life.
He stopped twirling his W a t c h
chain. What contract?" he de-
manded.
ANDRE and I went over to Den
mis- this morning." Mollie ex-
planned, tearfully. HE got Babbitt