The Wilmington morning star., 1940-08-04
1870.
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YOU'RE not thinking Of the legend?
It's unlucky if anyone but a Rey-
nolds wears it, you know"
She would think of that. That
ne was concerned about it, not
for it's value, but for that old story.
Duels and bloodshed whenever
someone besides a Reynolds I'M
sc~rupulously laid hands on a t
piece of stone and gold. Now Jean
thought he cared because Molly
might suffer from the bad omens.
THAT old legend is pure fiction.
1 was thinking of the value of the
brooch, and what your f r
would say if he knew you lent it
to Molly"
"Oh, she'll take care of it," Jean
assured him. II was wearing it
the afternoon she came to tea.
She said, What a lovely old cameo.
II had imagined Mrs. Lyons wear
ing one just like it at her throat
Mrs. Lyons, that's who she is in
the play"
"A friend of yours is a friend
of mine," she told him, land I'm
not going to embarrass myself by
asking her to give it back before
the play. Now get over your mad,
and kiss me goodby for old times
sake"
Jean was in his arms kissing
him as she had never kissed him
before. Somewhere in his heart
a dormant furry stirred. He push
ed her away from him.
Johnny, 1 love you so, and I'll
go on loving you forever. I haven't
any pride to say it. That's why
1 can't stay here. When 1 go where
we used to walk, it's like stamping
on a grave Johnny" She vas cry
ing softly in his arms.
"Stop, dearest" he said, patting
her shoulders. He hated himself
for what had happened to them,
but his feeling for Molly was the
same. He couldn't deny that, even
with Jean so near to him.
They didn't know that Molly had
come in until she spoke. Am l
interrupting? I thought the b e
tangled. but I can go back and
knock"
Jean jumped from Johnny's
arms. They both looked like chill
dren caught robbing a.cookie jar.
Molly smiled superciliously. If
that's what you meant by kid
stuff, I'm sorry you consider me
grown up"
II was Simply telling him good
by" Jean explained. I'm going
back to Boston in the morning"
Molly took a step toward Jean.
Her voice was grim with author
ity.
you can't go back to Boston.
Mr.. Earl has you on props, and
you wouldn't dare walk out at the
last minute like this"
Jean reminded Johnny of a very
small kitten splitting at a huge
important Angora. I've got him
everything he asked for. 1 even
know where 1 can find the old
oil lamp to hand from the ceiling.
Everything will be ready in the
wings, and the rest of the COM
mittee can do a little work. The
theater is not. my life. I'll walk
when and where l please"
That's just what 1 thought would
happen" Molly retorted angrily.
Junior Leaguers and society girls,
always so willing to help and then
at the last minute something else
turns up"
Johnny interrupted then. Don't
talk like that to Jean, Molly" he
said quietly. She's worked like a
dog, and if she feels she has to go
home now, I don't think any of us
should try to stop her."
$50 you were trying to stop her
with a few kisses? What kind OF
man are you, Johnny Regain? I
don't believe I know your parti-
cular type" She had turned on
Johnny and was whipping him with
her words.
"11l ask Mr.. Earl" said Jean.
He'll tell me whether or not any
OF his bird-brained apprentices
can get the stuff back where it
belongs"
She 1ounced out of the shop. Mol
ly ran after her, calling to her.
Jean went into the stage entrance
Of the theater and slammed the
door. Johnny laughed.
"You don't know Jean. The hur-
rlcane that hit the Cape in '38
couldn't keep her here. That time
it was a good thing she started.
Both u cottages were washed out
to sea-"
Molly wasn't listening. She was
staring at the stage door of the
theater, her blue eyes boring
through it's entrance.
Afraid you wouldn't have a
chance to wear her cameo?" John
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