The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1922-12-07

ask me, and he has a house with
garden, and his wife was most anus
ing. We all talked German, includ-
ing the kids-three Of them, fascinat-
ing little fellows. He's a cabinet
maker, Miss Bassett-a producer OF
antiques, and a good one; and about
the gentlest human being you ever
saw. I really believe he likes me
strange but true"
Better not get in too deep with
those fellows" warned Dan. THE po-
lice watch Luders carefully; he's con-
sidered dangerous. It's the quiet ones,
who are kind TO their families and
raise cabbages, that are the most vto-
lent"
"Oh, Luders says we've got to
smash everything! He rather favors
socialism himself, but he wants to
tear down the courthouses first and
begin again"
You'd better be careful or you'll
land IN Jail, Mr.. Thatcher" remarked
Marian, taking an olive.
''Oh, II anything as interesting as
that should happen to me. I should
certainly die of joy!''
you went to jail" persisted Marian.
denghting IN the condolences of a
young gentleman for whom jaIls had
no terrors.
'"The thought of my family is dis
turblng, It's positively disturbing"
Alien replied. "Luders has given me
a chance in his shop. and really ex-
poets me to work. Surprising in an
anarchist; you'd rather expect him to
press a stick Of dynamite in your
hand and tell you to go out and blow
I'D a bank Luders has a sense of
humor, you know; hence the antiques,
made to coax money from the purses
Of the fat rich. There are more ways
than one of being a cut-purse."
The lobster had been consumed,
and they were almost alone in the
restaurant. Marian, with her elbows
on the table, was in no haste to leave,
hut Dan caught the eye of the hover
ing waiter and paid the check
You shouldn't have done that,
Marian protested: at was my party.
7 sign my own checks here"
But having now asserted himself
Dan rose, and in a moment he and
Allen had hidden her goodnight at
the elevator door.
''You didn't seem crazy about your
lobster, and you were hardly more
than polite to our hostess. Sorry to
have butted IN. But why have you
kept these tender recreations from
meP'
ooh, that child vexes my spirit
sometimes. She's bent on making
people do things they don't want 10
do, Of course the lobster was a mere
excuse for getting acquainted with
you; but you needn't be too set I'D
about 1t: I think her curiosity about
your family IS responsible.-these
fake newspaper stories about your
sister-which IS It, Hermione or
Cwendolen-who IS always about to
marry a count Countesses haven't
been common IN Indiana We need a
few to add tone to the local gossip"
oh" murmUred Allen dejectedly;
TN sorry II you didn't want me in
the party. It's always the way with
me. Nobody ever really loves me for
myself alone. What does the ador-
able do besides midnight lobsters7
thought Aunt Sally said she was at
Miss Warnings school"
She is, more or less" growled Dan.
Her mother wants to put her
through college. to please the wealthy
Great-aunt- She's as little adapted to
a course in college as one of those
bright goddesses who used to adorn
lyTnpus."
She doesn't strike me as needing
education; she's a finished product
felt very young in the divine
presence"
she gives one that feeling"
laughed Dan, his mood of Impotence
dissoiving.
But where's Morton Bassett in all
this? He's rather more than a
shadow on the screen?"
Same old story of the absorbed
American father and the mother with
nerves"
Two afternoons later, as Harwood
was crossing University Park on his
way to his boarding house, he stopped
short and stared A little ahead of
him In the walk strolled a girl and a
young man, laughing and talking
with the greatest animation. There
was no questioning their identity. It
was ) o'clock and quite dark, and
the air was sharp. Harwood paused
and waited for the two loiterers to
cross the lighted space about the little
parks central fountain It seemed
increditable that Marian and Allen
Ahould be abroad together in this
dallyfag fashion.
The young people were hitting it of
wonderfully, and Marian's laughter
rang out clearly upon the winter air.
Her tall supple figure, her head
capped with a fur toque, and more
than all, the fndubitable evidence
that such a clandestine stroll as this
gave her the keenest delight, drove
home TO HARDWOOD the realization that
Marian was no longer a child, but
young woman, obstinately bent upon
her own way. Allen was an iu-dis-
ciplined, emotional boy, whose sus-
capabilities IN the matter Of girls
Dan had already noted The comb
nation had it's dangers and his anger
rose as he followed them at a safe
distance. They prolonged their walk
for half an hour, coming at last to
the Whitcomb.
Harwood waylaid Allen in the hotel
Office a moment after after Marian
had gone to her room. The young
fellows cheeks were unwontedly
bright from the cold or from the ex-
element Of his encounter.