New Britain Herald Newspaper, August 2, 1929, Page 21

| care of her. . . . " ity pin Jack had given her | Miss McGowan came knocking,| “Here,” she said, and sobbed. thermometer in hand. | 'Onh. darling!” Jack Kissed the A\ “Now what have you been saving | tears in her eyes. “Won't you wear ‘TIVIFIH XTIV NIVLIIgg M3N FRIDAY, AUGUST 2, 1929. to excite my patient, Mr. Wells?” |it, Molly? Somewhere where it Ry ELEANOR EARLY O 520 B AER e fne, (St L oo S e THIS HAS HAPPENED Molly Burnham, sob sister on a Boston newspaper, has been shot by a dope fiend known as Dopey Dan. Molly was covering the Mandinello trial—the trial of a notorious gun- man charged with the murder of a | night watchman. She believed the defendant guilty, and her stories were admittedly biased. As a result of one of her ticles falling in the hands of a juryman, the judge called a mistrial. Meantime, this Dopey Dan—his drug-crazed brain fired with the ex- ploits of Chicago's racketeers—de- termines to kill Molly His bullets wound her in the shoulder, and she is taken to the Relief Station, where her name is on the dangerous list. Dan eafs an orange smeared with poison, and shoots himself for good measure. In the hospital, waiting foi good | news, are Molly's friends, and her sweetheart, Jack Wells. Also Red Tlynn, a police court reporter, with whom she is writing a crime play. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY | CHAPTER XVIII Molly smiled wanly “Hello. Sweetheart,” she whisper- of . Her shoulder was bandaged, ‘and | one arm was in a sling. Even her | head was swathed. “It's nothing, really.” she assured The nurse says there a dozen s take my picture. I guess they bribed the doctors to make me picturesque.” | “But your head!” stammered | Jack. “They told me it was only your | shoulder.” “I cut it when I fell,” she ex plained. “They took a few stitche: and tied it up for general effective- ness. I'm all right.” | You said it!” he pronounced huskily. “You're the all rightest | game kid that ever lived. You Sent | for me, didn’t you, Molly?" “Yes. The nurse said you were out | there with a girl and a lot of men. | She heard you talking to the doctor. Is Rita there, too? And Bob and | Zip?” | He nodded. “There’s a regular convention. All the reporters in the | city, T guess. Why T asked if you | | | sent for me was because that Red Flynn's out there, too. Maybe you'd rather see him, Molly “‘Oh, Rea!’ he sighed petulantly. “Be your size!" “He this shooting is worth million dollars worth of advertising | for you. You knew the dope fiend that shot you killed himself, didn’'t vou? T suppose they'll make a gr: blood and thunder story out of it."” She smiled palely. “Yes, T had a | note from Red. Miss Gowan read it | 10 me. He wants to be my manager. | ents flippantly. inviting them to the | voice. “I'm afraid I don't and to be going to have a little ed. “Guess my little dinner party's | premiere of her play, and assuring | Al right then. I'll make it clear- | baby i s | them that it would make their hair |°r- If you're going to make a lot of HutusiSullersgountodiiact stand on cnd. Then she sent for |Money. and grab a lot of fame—good | “MUst have our careers. You know. ack. zosh, Molly. you don't want fo be Molly. I haven't mentioned break- ) : e hospita en you ran a come you're telephoning my family? | Sun L sBhosnltel it o Tt T ck. “Just a lot of fancy scenery. | Don't vou know {ranscontinental | “YOu want to hreak our engage- | temperature on m 3 conversations are a little luxury re- | Ment, Jack 2 she asked quietly. | thought of it plenty, and T haven't photographers out there, waiting to | served for millionaires?" | “You really want to changed my mind any The poor things were worried stiff.” she continued sternly | voice now was very gentle. “I love | you fearfully.” crushed her hands in his. | there [ bitterly. 1o know t him into the hall to whispe | you.” dear Daughter,” she wrote. (names, 1 mean. You're better than| ,“Her temperature's 1 | They clung to each other des- “Hardly had our anxiety over |any of them. CHAPTER XIX | perately. And Molly cried because your condition abated, when an- | “I wish to heaven.” he broke off | yy. paper was sending Molly to | the boy she loved was holding her other shock was forced upon us. | suddenly, “that you'd get this crime | joida to recuperate. It was the|in his arms. Kissing he Today's paper announces that | bug out of your head. You can write pnighy pefore she was to leave, and jaway. ‘Telling her that the you are planning to write a |such darn pretty things. Love stories. | j,0k had ceme to say goodby. tures lay far apart crime play, in which you will |I mean. Sweet, romantic stuff. Ge She greeted him rapturously. “Oh.| Molly wiped her eyes. include ‘lurid highmarks of your |you can't tell me that doesn't sell, | juck. Rita's going to have a baby!” | “I forgot to tell you," she said. own career.’ My dear child, that | Molly.” 7180 7" UREdPzot himseltiliransterrad from would be more than your father 3ig names can sell anything,” she | “Ig that so?” she cried. “Why. |police court to sports. He's written and 1 could bear. T beg [told him patiently. “But anybody ‘k Wells, I thought you'd be |baseball before. Besides, he has a of you and set our fears at rest. | can sell crime that can write it pret- | {hrilled to death.” | drag with the publisher. And he's The papers have carried such |ty well.” | women | Bot himself sent to St. Petersburg. was close to He grinned. “Lots of dreadful stories. 1t is hard to Well, anyhow.” He attacked the | have ‘em.” to cover the Braves' training camp. know what to believe. Mr. Wells | subjept again determinedly he has been so kind. He has kept us | point is, you want to write and here’s | constantly _informed of your |your big chance. I was talking with condition. You have written of |your friend Red Flynn yosterday. He him in such a way that your s he has a producer interested. | father and T had come to rd | He says you can cash in like a mil- [ 00 1T COCE T0 BOR SEER) Riarter all” she pointed out de- him as a struggling young man, lion on all the publicity of the Man- | ;| ;iyie; and her grandmother, and | fensively i i A the with a meager income. His tel dinello trial, and the shooting. 1 ;1 7'1°% Ahe Aor KR hing | PlaY. T mean. Tt it goes, it will be grams and long distance tele- | guess he knows what he's talking | ©1 N7 Mothers since Bve. NONE| 5ot Tpots credit thgn mine phone calls indicate, however, |ahout. He's talked it over with a lot ‘""“.",'lm,”:"\nll‘(‘;‘: et ol You're not jealous of Red. considerable affluence. 1 hope. fof big guns. He says you'll €0 over | coo(jo \ondertal declared Molly, | honey? my dear, if Mr. Wells is the fine | with a bang. Well, once you find | .. T et il e ne e alons s slie peated Vel young man he seems to he, you | yourself where you want to be, dear | .05 the happies & s e T oo Tt will not let th ridiculous. |—a playwright, and all that—that's | ~°"9 or less jealous, honey career of yours stand in the way | going to be something different. You | MOlY's eves grew wistful—"Just 0. they're not," she affirmed of a happy mar e T, GE secing her so glad made me think 2 Molly wired her distracted par-| “No. she said in a scarcd little | it must be wonderful to be married, You see he wanted to be around dear, while I'm working on the pla = “But Rita's different,” she pointed out. “Theirs was a companionate marriage. “Well, it all amounts to about the | Jack lit a cigaret and said noth- same thing, doesn't it? Now she's [IN& | Psycho-analysts say that jealousy js an indication of an inferiority complex “Yes — and how old are psycho- analysts?' he demanded. “The ancient fos who've forgotten all about being voung and in love Maybe they never were in love anyhow. What do they know about it? But 1'm not cross, dear. And if I'm jealous, it's my own funeral I hope you and Red hit the bull's eye. Honest 1 do.” Wigen har ve accused him, “how | tied down to a no good son-of-o- iNg our engagement since that day | “Yes” he insisted stubbornly, “1| Molly had put her arms about his |do. Tt's for your own good, Molly. |neck. when Jack did a most in- h It's because I love you .f» much. 1‘-‘§“ credible thing. Unclasping her | A week er'}lnlh‘ and Red were going away. Somewhers so far that | hands, he withdrew from her em- hard at work. They had left the T can’t pester you any more. 1'm go- brace train at Jacksonville, where they ing to leave you free, Sweetheart, to | “Molly, T can’t he hardboiled 1’:"*1 a'sm:ndiw dlcas endimotor: fad ez lishie (iat pwhat dimptiving: (o fdo A8l (o8 o skt S At ne i LY up the career your own good 1f 1 were to bus % S5 He sat on the side of the hed, and | “No,* he said. “You can't. 10s|up your carcer, I'd feel like a rat, |StoPPed in Daytona fo sce the fa ~that talent—right inside you. [ And after a iwhile you'd hate me, | MOUS beach, where a friend of Red's You can't cut it out any more than | On the other hand, if -you go ahead, | ad been killed driving a racing ¢ you can amputate your heart.” you're going to make a ton of | At St. Augustine, over the ancient “I love you,” she whispered o, e 5t D money. Then where do 1 get off? | walls of the oldest house in Ameri- “That's your tough luck,” he re- | “Well, I won't It you. Tt would Nowhere at all. You'd despise me |Ca there grows a money vine, and “Tt didn’t cost much,” he affirmed. “And you've been wiring them,” “That’s nothing. Gee whiz. Molly." “Jack, youre incorrigible.” Her “And 1 haven't a cent,’ he cried torted with bitter humor. “Listen. | come between us after a while. You |if you had all the money, and I | the legend is that whoever carries Molly, I've been thinking things | know what Longfellow had to say— | didn't have any a leaf of it will always have wealth over. 1 want to free you from our |‘Of all sad words of tongue or pen, | ‘“That's a dreadful way for you | Molly had promised not to wrilc engagement.” | the saddest are these—it might have |to talk, Jack. Besides, I may be an {Jack, unless a time should come Jack! been.' I guess it's the truth. You'd |awful flop.” when she needed his help. But “I do,” he insisted stubbornly. |always be thinking of what might “Then I'll marry you,” he prom- | NOW she put leaves from the cele- Let's talk it over sensibly.” have been, if you hadn't married 3 brated money vine in an envelope, “Don’t you love me any more?’ |me {hat’s not the half of it |and sent them to Jack for a talis- “lLove you!" he groanecd | But we could get married.” she 3 “Suppose T do get |Man. i The smile flc from her lips. | cried. “You could he an architect, | son - — you're going to, too. I'd lots rather.” she told herself “What's wrong. dear?” and T could write.” She tried to gl “have Jack be somehody, than he | “Nothing. Not a darn thing. Ex- | laugh. “And we could have a lot of “Sure T am,” he boasted. “Only [ S0mebody myself.” And at the cept T've got to be fair to you. Don't | little authors. who'd illustrate their I haven't made the grade vet. And |!ime she believed she meant it you see, Molly? Don’t make il any jown stories. You know—they'd take | I'm not going to be any fianger-on | for she was missing him cruelly | harder, dear. after us both." while you're going strong. If I'd [And Red was not always factful He had walked to the window And vou drawing down maybe 'made my little pile, it would be a “Any girl that can earn a good now, and was tugging on the curtain {a thousand a week,” he cut in nd | different story. Don't you know |living is pretty darn lucky,” oh- cord. His face was as white as her $50. Do vou think I could stand | I'm right. dea | served Red one day. bandages ! that ' | No. But Il do what you say. They ware at Don Ce-Sar Beach “You've a career ahead of you,” If you love me—yes." I'll let our engagement be broken, | Watching a group of vou people Your manager?" [ he told her doggedly. “You want to| “If I loved you?" he laughed |if thal’s what you want. And, by |Who played at being acrobats. They Yes, Red's a horn news hound | write—and God knows you can | harshly. “That's not the question. If |and by, I can prove that T love you | Were strong young things. with He's tickled to death about the | “Fite: Molly. Why, honey-girl, you |you kept on loving me, you mean. |more than fame, or money, or any- | beautiful brown bodies. slim and hole thing. Just so long die, he thinks it's a gr used to he a press agent, honey. Miss McGowan came rustling back Stiff in starchy white “You mustn't tire my paticnt,” she admonished playfully. Molly caught Jack's hand ana | drew him closer. “Forget Red, Old Foohsh,” she in- structed. “He's nothing in my life but a police court reporter.” A As he was leaving the room, she called after him. “You'll stay over fonight, won't you, Jack? And come to sce me tomorrow? And tell the others T can see them tomorrow. foo tita and Bob, 1 mean—and Zip." “How , about Red Flynn asked. | “Oh, you couldn’t keep Red out,” she declared. “He'll be running in with a battery of photographers, and | my life story all typed, and ready for my signature. You don’t know Red By the way, if this story's going (o get wired all over the place, you'd better send mother and dad a tele- gram. Tell them it's all dreadfully exaggerated, and that 1'm absolute- ly all right.” “IIL Al them fo come and take vou home, where you helong.' he threatened “1f you do,” she warned, “T'll hav a relapse In the morning Juck went shop- ping. He sent to the hospital loung- ing pajamas and American heauty roses that matched the satin of the pajamas hortly afterward he wired h office for 4 week's salary in advanc explaining that a friend was ill, and | that he must remain away for a few days. Red, visiting the hospital that afternoon, admired the pajamas, d smelled the roses. The only time a girl gets stuff like (hat,” he observed, “is hefore she gets married. Watch your step, dearie.” T've told you a hundred {imes Red, that T wouldn't get married until T'd goften somewhere, What makes you think 1 want fo eramp my style?” “Love messes up a lot of things.” he remarked. “I got faith in you, (hat's all, Molly Your faith’s touching, Ited, Well vou needn’t worry, I'm going to con- valesce plenty. And, while I'm do- | ng that little thing, we'll tear off | © Great American Play."” Atta girl” he approved. “You've « vacation coming to you, and don't vou for t it. If Wharton hadn't or- dered that law and order spiel, you'd never have been popped off." Molly's eyes were sparkling with excitement. “You know Red, T've heen thinking it would he a good idea to work Dopey Dan into {h plav. Tdon't know just how. Only we ought to et in a gunman murder, don't you think 2" “Now you're {alking!" approved Red hoisterously. “And T'll tell you what T did today. 1 sent out a sto to the effect that you were incorpol ting your own life story In a play fo bhe produced on Broadway next sea- son. Just a little feeler, Might inter st some of those hirds that buy plays. Can’t-do any harm, and some. ng might come of it.” Red was right Partly right, at cast. TFor som~thing did come of it 1 came in ihe form of a letter | trom Mrs. Burnham. around lots of these | And you couldn't do if. Molly. No |thing." ght and supple et their stuff published woman could. A woman hasn't any Molly was struggling with the ook at 'em.” id R “The all over the place! 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They'll learn to| —look at the Yellow Peril over |with as little sex consciousness as forage for themselves, But how | there!” those two. Wearing a lot of clothes about the girls? What's goi to The Peril was a tremendous wom- |and cultivating repressions doesn't ppen to them? They don't go to|an in a yellow sun silit. She was do much for morality. I -think boys work — not it the old man has|dressed like the slim young things, | and girls in sun suits are the sanest, money bags, they don’t. Well, what|in a suit without a back. And her | healthiest, beautifulest things In the are they g to do?" lesh fell in great loose waves, that | world.” Molly laughed uivered like | “Find a forager,” she predicted | “You o “Now. Molly!" Red laughed at her bring a jane like | earnestness. “Don’t turn propagand- that into the p Touch of comedy. | ist. You're all dated up to forget actly,” agreed Red. “And it | We'll have to relieve the tragedy | this fine, clean youth you're hipped it what It's de- | somehow. How' e to introduce | on. You gotta bend your talents to grading, at'’s what it is. Nice scene on Don Ce-Sar beach?" girls \ey're hrought up to hunt a forager! Molly old dear t eac arveline Jntar 1 sin.” it's a lucky girl can earn her own | os 1d heard so much of the Her swell, dirty play. Lay off young 0 people | Virtue now, and get busy on middles hotel was on the beach, anfl thing callc Sex Consciousness. | Molly's room faced the ocean. She Where was it, this stalking, horrid | found that she could have a swirf, nor f a 2 these beautiful, | him the result of Wer labors Consciousnes that had the adult | and still work six hours a day, meets world b; [ ? Sure ere was | in d for dinner, to go over with T orious boys The play was almost finished irls who rompe T vhen Molly had a telegram from support her. Tt leg 1d rode the waves lik pleasure, and Rita's baby had come. A littfe sprites sh ed six pounds. and ed grimaced. * nl “There's a new yuth,” she to I 1 black hair. Rita was feel= amer impiously Red wisely 1 the ¢ know it. T.ook at that girl N Molly sk d th wire to Red. n blue. There isn’t enough materia hink ke myself;s* in the suit she's wearir “The pleasnre of giving is swe bandanna. And the hoy with “Horsefeathers!" retorted. than that of receivi d infinitely | the one in trunks. witho 1 can't have } Hadn'é more beneficial. Take my fath nd | did you ever see a finer looking boy 4 1ave d up in mother. All their lives they's in vour life sacrificing for each other, and| They had f f water| The e leaving that week fof they're the happiest people T know i had made am Take Jack and me. He's generous | {ru i S A ppointmer Ty o) e and noble. 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