The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1925-10-05

go with your precious mother, and
I'll find something to amuse me
here. never fear!"
She stopped suddenly. She had
just found the letter! Stanley Way
| burns letter.. There 1t stood.
| propped up against a tall perfume
bottle on her dresser, where she
would be sure to see it.
CD ITH shaking fingers, she
lWI ripped open the cheap, white
0 envelope.
Dear Russell" the letter read. Il
trust this letter will find you we'll
and happy. After 1 sent the old
farmer to get you the day Of the ac-
cident, 1 beat it. I thought you were
dead when l saw you lying under
the car. and knew IL 1 stayed I'd
be mixed up in scandal. Believe
me, L was glad when 1 heard that
you'd only had few broken bones.
If anyone happened to find my silver
cigaret case, will you send it to
me?"
| "As always, s. W."
Below the le .er he had penclled
his address.
He was living on Forty-second
street, in New York.
Forty-Second street! The words
brought to Gloria a sudden vision of
electric lights, dashing taxicabs, gay
1a - CT
ings before restaurant entrances. -.
Her breath caught in her throat.
How she would love to be there
Part of the movement, the color, the
riot, the noise!
"l HERE was corned beef for
dinner that night. .corned
- beef with horse-radish sauce
and boiled cabbage.
II hate corned beefv' Gloria ex
claimed when the meal was almost
over. II wish you'd give me little
more money to keep house on, Dick.
Then we wouldn't have to eat this
horrible stuff, just because it's
cheap
Dick laid down his knife and fork
on his plate. He looked across the
table at Gloria thoughtfully.
THAT reminds me-" he said. Miss
Briggs said she let you have 5000 Of
mine while 1 was sick to spend on
the backyard. I'm afraid I'll have
to ask you for that money, Glory.
We can't afford to spend it just
now. That's why I'm trying to fix
the place up, myself"
Under the tablecloth, Gloria's
hands were twisting and untwisting
themselves frantically.
She tried to open her mouth to
speak. But she couldn't make up
her mind what to say.
What should she say? What was
there to say?
She had given up all hope of Way
burns paying back the money!
m HE sat silent, looking at Dick
~ with her great brown eyes
~ fixed and staring. Then she
began to cry. Tears always dis
tressed Dick horribly, she knew.
He got up and came around the
table to her. He drew her up from
her chair, and out of the room. He
led her to the davenport in the living
room and pushed her down into its
velvety depths.
Poor little thing." he said, "are
you afraid to tell me what you did
with the money? :. You spent it,
didn't you?"
Gloria nodded, sobbing against
Dicks breast.
There, there, don't cry" heasaid.
at doesn't matter, honey. wouldn't
have mentioned it to you, only we're
dead-broke. I'd have given it to you
for hats and things, IL I weren't
right down to rock bottom!"
Gloria wiped her eyes, and looked
up at him.
"Then, where are you going to get
the money to go away on your
trip" she asked. II should think
you'd go righc back to work tomor
row, II you're down to your last
dollari Instead Of planning an ex-
pensive trip"
Dick groaned despairingly as he
dropped into his armchair.
That's what I'd like to do :.
get back to work.. he said, but
Doc Seymour won't let me go back
into the office until I've put on ten
pounds. He says I'll go all to pieces
if l do"
He cleared his throat and went on
with difficulty.
I'm going to mortgage the
house." he said. You see, I've just