The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1924-03-21

slowly through lips grown suddenly
white L don't want to see you
again. not ever I hate lies, and I'm
through"
For a moment longer he gazed at
her and back of the hurt look IN his
eyes something else dawned which
she had never seen there before. Then
he drew himself up. bowed stlf1y and
wheeled as though on parade, to lay
his hand for d moment on Ma Bren-
mans shoulder and then pass with a
firm tread out into the night
Salle flew up to her room Ike
small whirlwind and locked the door
before her trembling hands sought a
match. Mechanically but with fever
ish haste she undressed. avoiding her
own eyes in the little mirror over the
dresser. then turning out the gas she
opened her window and flung herself
across the bed, her whole body shak-
ing.
Nobody lied-said that I cried
about you-o-or" One OF Use Thorkin-
sens new records blared mockmgly
from the kitchen below on the left Of
their own two-famby house came the
sickening odors Of Vinegar spices and
hot grease as Mrs. Schmidt and her
son Oscar prepared the following
days supply for their dencatessen
store. but sound and OdOr We're alike
swiftly annihilated when the Western
Limited rOared past, shaking the
fiimsy frame houses and leaving the
creeping stencil of coal gas I'm its
wake. Poor crippled Hughie Rob
bins pa was not so far gone In drink
that he had forgotten his job.
Presently Ma Brennan. shifting
audibly. crept with heavy footed eau
ton up the stairs to listen for a mo-
ment at Sallie's door and then pass
on to her own. The odors of sauer-
brate and boiling smoked meats
ceased to rise from below and the
wheezy monograph was silent, but
at intervals a slow freight beloved
past, putting and grinding on the
rails, or a late local chugged fussily
along, it's reeking breath blowing in
at her window, and still the girl lay
with hot, dry eyes staring into the
darkness.
The trains grew less frequent and
in a period Of silence a distant clock
doomed the hour of midnight.
Dawn brought a sharp nip of cold
and the gentle slow fall of rain pre-
saying a steady downpour. With the
first patter of drops on the tin roof
Ma Brennan's bedsprings just be
yond the thin partition creaked and
her groans We're audible as she shut
fed heavily about the room. In
twinkling Sallie sprang from her own
bed, fumbled for slippers and a fiimsy
kimono and unlocked her door.
It forgot an left me clothes out all
night, the Eversley hand-embryded
linen that's worth hundreds O. dol
lars Ma mourned. ct would have
to be done over anyways from the suit
of the thrains, but with the rain it'll
be ruint entirely, and me legs are
that swole-"'
Don't you bother, Ma I'll get it
all in quicker'n you'd have one piece
off the liner'
Sally ran down the stairs, dropping
her slippers by the way and unlatch-
ing the kitche indoor, stepped out
barefooted into the cold, eery mist Of
rain Nearly half-past five! The milk
train was late and the famous
Gotham Arrow almost due-there,
she could hear the distant humming
Of the rails which told of it's ap-
rroach. Soon it would go hurting
by with its streak of tiny electric
lights in the gray dawn.
Shivering. Sallie gathered the thin
robe about her and started down the
hack yard between the rows of sag.
ging clotheslines heavy with their
curtains Of damp. grimy linen
Then like a bolt from the heavens
a dangerous, reverberatlng crash
shook the earth ard before Sallie
could turn. before the first Shrek of
rending wood and steam and human
agony rose upon the air something
struck her a violent blow on the
head. huge weight rushed upon her
from behind. pinning her down and
her world was blotted out.