The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1923-02-16
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who is it?'
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body we were not at home,
Mrs. Adams returned
who is it?'
Say he name Mr.. Law"
we don't know any Mr.. Law
"Yes'rn; he know you. Say he anx.
ious to speak Mr.. Adams. He he
wait"
Tell him Mr. Adams is engaged p
Hold on a minute" Adams inter
vened. Law? No. don't know
any Mr.. Law. You sure you got the
name right?"
ray he name Law" Gertrude re-
Piled, looking at the ceiling to ex
press her fatigue. Law. IS all he
tell me; s all I know"
Adams frowned. Law" he said.
Wasn't ii maybe LohrT
Law" Gertrude repeated. s all
ne tell me; s all I know"
Whats ne look Ike?'
He amt much" she said. " Bout
you age; got brUstly white mustache
nice eyeglasses
ITS Charley Lohr?' Adams ex-
claimed. III go see what he wants.
But, Virgil his wife demonstrated
do finish your coffee; he might stay
all evening. Maybe he's come to
call"
Adams laughed. HE isn't much of
a caller, 1 expect. Don't worry: I'll
take him up to my room" And turn
ing toward Russell. "Ah-if you'll just
excuse me-" he said; and went out to
his visitor.
When he had gone, Mrs. Adams
finished her coffee, and, having
glanced intelligently from her guest
to her daughter, she arose. Il think
perhaps I ought to go and shake
hands with Mr.. Lohr, myself, she
said, adding in explanation to Rus
sell, as she reached the door, He s
old friend of my husbands, and it's
q very long time since he's been
here"
Alice nodded and smiled to her
brightly, but upon the closing Of the
door, the smile vanished: all her live
illness disappeared, and with this
change of expression her complexion
itself appeared to change. so that. her
rouge became obvious, for she was
pale beneath it. However, Russell did
not see the alteration, for he did not
look at her. and ii was but mOmen-
tary lapse-the vacation of a tired
girl, who for ten seconds lets herself
look as she feels. Then she shot her
vivacity back into place as by some
powerful spring.
Penny for your thoughtsw she
cried, and tossed one Of the wilted
roses at him. across the table. 'Iu
bid more than a penny; III bid tup-
pence-no. poor little dead rosa
rose for your thoughts, Mr.. Arthur
RUSSELL What are they?"
He shook his head. I'm afraid I
haven't any"
NO. of course not" she said. ''who
could have thoughts in weather like
this? VIII you ever forgive us?"
What for?"
Making you eat such a heavy din
ner-I mean look at such a heavy din
ner, because you certainly didn't do
more than look at ton such a night
But the crime draws to a close and
you can begin TO cheer up She
laughed gaily. and. rising, moved to
the door. Let's so in the other room;
your fearful duty is almost done. and
you can run home as soon as YOU
want to. That's what you're dying
TO do"
Not at ALL" he said in a voice so
feeble that she laughed aloud
Good gracious" she cried Il
hadn't realized it was that bad"'
For this, though ne contrived to
laugh. he seemed to have no verbal
retOrt whatever: but followed her into
the "iving-room." where she stopped
and turned. facing him.
HAS it really been so frightful?''
she asked.
why, Of course not. Not at ALL
'Of course yes, though, you meant
Not at all It's been most kind OF
your mother and father and you"
do you know" she said you've
never once looked at me for more
than a second at a time the whole
evening" And it seemed 10 me I
locked rather nice tonight. toor'
you always do" he murmured.
ct don't see how you know" she
returned; and then stepping closer to
him. spoke with gentle solicitude:
Tell me; you're really feeling wretch
edly, aren't you? know you've got
a fearful headache, or something. Tell
mep
Not at all"
You are ilI-I'm sure of it -
Not at all"
"On your wOrd?"
I'm really quite all right"
But if you are" she began; and
then. looking at him with a desperate
sweetness, as if this We're her last re
source to rouse him, What's the mat
ter. little boy?'' she said with usping
tenderness. ''Teu auntie"