The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1925-08-20

Gloria's girlhood.
Tomorrow would be her
wedding day.
She stood looking down at the
white satin dress spread out on her
bed.
1t had been worn by two other
brides her grandmother and,
later, her own mother.
But 1 certainly don't intend to
have the kind of life they had!'
Gloria shook her bobbed head at the
white walls of her room.
Her dead grandmother,
whose work-worn hands had raised
ten children!
Ten children, Think of it E.
Gloria shuddered.
Not for mer' she said aloud, Not
if know myself"
OF course, Dick might want chill
dren. He probably would. Most
men did want them. Why not, since
they had none of the bother and pain
Of having them?
They could go on living their lives
While the wives lost sleep and fresh
ness caring for the children.
They could rush about, doing as
they pleased. For their women were
safe at home. chained to the
No. she was not going to have
babies! Not even one!
So that was that!
Then Gloria's thoughts flew down
-tairs to the sitting room. She knew
her mother was there in the old
rocker, mending stockings. She was
always. mending. And still the
basket was always full. It held an
endless job.
Poor Mother! How hard, she
worked
There was nothing for her but
homework and her family, year
after year. Ye gods, what a life.
TX woman was either a slave or
a doll.
But if she was a slave, it was
her own fault. And that's all there
was to it.
Gloria had made up Ter mind that
she was through with hard work,
forever, last week when she had said
goodby to her typewriter and her job
in Pennsylvania st.
n LORIA lifted the old wedding
IL dress from the bed, and put
it on a clothes hanger in the
closet. But the silk was heavy and
the dress slid off into a heap on the
floor.
Mother" Gloria called down
stairs, will you come up here right
away? I want you to help me with
this tricky dress. 1t keeps falling
off the hanger"
Gloria Gordon's mother was 3
small brown wren of a woman. All
her life she had "babied' her beauti-
full daughter.
Now she hung the dress neatly in
the closet. Then she turned down
Gloria's bed. and put hot water
bottle between the sheets.
Dear me. Glory" she fretted, 1T
cont know how you're ever going to
get along without me to take care
Of you, when you're married and
goner'
Don't you worry about me-" the
girl answered, III be taken care Of
ell right. That's what I meant to-
day when I told you 1 didn't want
20 learn anything about homework.
You see, if I don't know how to do
st TT Iox IN al fny-
me right from the start"
She set her lovely mouth in a firm
red line.
IT had different ideas when was
q bride" Mrs Gordon said quietly.
L thought a woman ought to help
her husband"
II know you did. Your idea of
married life was to take care Of your
husband Mine is that he is to take
care of mer' Gloria shrilled. Where
you ran a carpet sweeper I'm going
to run an automobile!
I've made up my mind that I'm
going to be Dicks sweetheart.
not his housekeeper. I'm going to
stay in bed every day till noon, and
keep my looks and my husband!'
RI HE crossed the room to her
hi dressing table. She leaned
forward and studied her face
IN the mirror.
She knew that she was bea utiful.
She had red-gold hair and dark eyes
and lashes. Her skin was smooth
and white as a gardenia. And the
forces that had modelled her features
had made them clear and fine.
But behind this sweet and woman
ly mask, she was wildly discontinued
and eager for life. And life-with
capital Twas beginning tomorrow
with her wedding day!
Tomorrow she would burst forth
like a butterfly from its cocoon. and
fly away Away from this shabby
house, and the alarm clock that had
vrenched her from sleep at seven
every morning for the last two years.
Away from the necessity Of work
ing six days a week as typist for
a real estate firm on Pennsylvania
street.
And mixed up with Gloria's love
for Dick Gregory was an enormous
gratitude. toward him for taking her
away from all this to a life Of ease
with him.
At least. Gloria intended that it