The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1922-05-31

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didn't want to be sentimental-it was
silly to sit in motor and hold hands,
But 1t was their last night! What
did 1t matter9
Hello, Patty" Paul said, and
squeezed her hand and let it go.
The last trolley passed the cross
ing, policeman waved his arm like
a semaphore, and Paul, holding the
wheel, shot the car ahead. They were
off on the same Hunters Island Road.
She had to tell him.
Other cars passed them-when Paul
would let them pass-filled with par
ties going out to dance at some of the
road houses along this favorite drive
Occasionally car passed them going
towards the city. Once in while
they ran over a bridge that spanned
an inlet of Long Island Sound. 9th
erwise the road was dark, except
where the cars headlights made a
yellow lane that ran2 before them
The air was rather warm and wet,
promising rain next day.
I'll tell him on the way home.
thought Patty putting off the evil
moment to enjoy the rushing sweet
air, the motors hum, and above all,
the nearness of this man.
She realized she had not spoken
: since that moment miles back, when
he reached under the rug and caught
her hand, with his laughing, enthusi-
astic, Hello, PATTY"
Tell me more about what happened
what happened at the store. You
had such a good time there" she be-
gan hurriedly.
Paul began accounts of the com
planning customers.
"Of course, they simply wanted to
exchange their Christmas gifts for
other things" Paul said once. Some
cotton stockings, which l considered
laudable. Sometimes they only want
| ed to know what the things cost. |
rather believed in exchanging vases
for stockings-you can't think how
awful those vases were! Great roses
you know. done by hand. Heaven
knows what artist perpetrated them
! Larger than life, they were, and sew.
eral times as natural, and the china
with a rough finish that made your
blood run cold when your fingers
i scraped over it.
ASdlly lOSI NY Jul Oll LLSul l IL
manager said they can sell stockings
anytime, but it appears that hand
painted vases are a luxury only in
| them means to put them away fol-
another holiday"
He ratified along while Patty sat ST
| lent, listening. She loved his voice
and his mannerisms. Sometimes she
;o+n u ie oil
only half hearing what he said.
She had to tell him! A cold hand
frightened around her heart, clutchinl
till it panied. But the telling had tc
be done. But Paul was still talking
And of course she couldn't interrupt
Il used to have Brace drive me
down to the store in the car" She
remembered Brace as a nice frecklc
faced young man in the proper sorr
Of chauffeur's outfit, who seemed tc
possess but two human enthusiasm;
one was Paul Darlington, the othel
the engine of his car.
Some of the employees saw me
getting out-Oh, Brace didn't approve
any more than mother did. He pre-
tended he'd never heard of the store
only knew the smart ones uptown
I told him I bet he got his ties ant
things there-that l intended to, they
had such gaudy colors.
And he hated the employees en-
trance! l had to punch a time clock
you know. I had a card with a mum
Der on it was 6,541-and the clocI
marked when I got in and went out
and if l was late, I got locked ter
cents Lovely idea-one isn't an in
dividual, merely a number. Anyway
some of the employees began talkins
about the car, and I was afraid of COS
sip, so l pretended to be a friend of {
chauffeur. l said he dropped me of