The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1925-10-08

stay here to be insulted any longer
Wayburn spoke again. You're q
member of the great sisterhood thai
takes everything and gives nothing
in return" he said.
That stung Gloria to anger.
you say that! You!" she cried
What have I ever taken from you
I'd like to know! Nothing but LOT
of applesauce"
II wasn't talking about myself.
was speaking OF your husband,
Wayburn said clearly. you've never
made him any decent return fol-
what he's given you. Have your"
I'll LORIA had no feeling in her
as she lett Stanley Wayburn' s
boarding house. She was SO
terribly hurt that she was numb to
her own pain.
She walked along block after block
without knowing what she was do
ing. She stopped sometimes, to look
into shop windows-but only because
she had always loved to look into
shop windows.
1t was after seven when she got
back to her hotel. She walked past
the open door of the dining-room.
Her own room was dark.
Without turning Oh the lights, she
flung herself down on the hard hotel
bed. The best thing that could have
happened would have been to cry
herself to sleep. But she could nei-
Their cry nor sleep.
An hour passed. She got up and
undressed. Her movements were
slow, and she moved without a
sound. She felt as if the person she
loved had died, and that the body
was in the next room-just beyond
the wall. She must be very still. 49,.
Toward morning she fell asleep.
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EV1 HEN she awoke the sun was
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make UP her mind whether to go
home or go and hunt a job in New
York.
She looked into the mirror. Her
face showed no sign of the strain
she had been through
And Gloria was sure she had never
been prettier in her whole life than
she was that May morning, when
she rang the doorbell Of Kit Came
rons apartments in Fifty-Ninth st.
Kit was having breakfast in bed.
She was in black satin pajamas. A
green ribbon banded her hair that
was like black satin above her black
eyes. Her smooth skin was the color
of cream.
why, it's little Glory Gordon"
she exclaimed, when the elderly
maid led Gloria into the big, airy
bedroom.
Bring another cup and some fresh
coffee for Miss Gordon, please Elsie. a"
Then she turned to Gloria.
What in the world are you doing
here?" she asked.
Hunting a job" Gloria answered
briefly.
"A job! What do you want with a
job?" Kit asked in surprise. Il
thought you'd married a millionaire
back home"
$50 did l." Gloria laughed. But
1 got stung."
Kit took her hand sympathetically.
Poor Glory You found out he
didn't have one cent to rub up
against another, 1 suppose" she
said. That's the way with fellows,
nowadays. =. They all look as if
they have a bank account, and a
house-boat at Palm Beach. But
there's nothing to most Of them but
a line Of talk and fur overcoat that
amt even paid for!. 'Buttonshoe
boys I call EN-"
Gloria frowned little. She didn't
want Kit to think that Dick was
that kind of a man. Buttonshoe
boy, indeed!
"Oh, it wasn't the money that
made the trouble, Kit" she said
quickly. I'VE just didn't hit it off.
-. Don't get it into your head that
I married him for nothing but
money 1 thought was pretty keen
about him at first"
Kit sighed, as she sugared her
grapefruit.
That's the way with love. 1t
wears out too soon," she said. "a
girl ought to marry for money"
"Only, it's so hard to find" she
went on wistfully. Most of these
'heavy-sugar papas' with real
money are tied up to some Ratchet
faced wife who's hanging on to 'em
like grim DEATH. "A girl has a hard
time these days, especially in the
show business"
The show business! All now they