The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1925-10-31


the walk to the front steps.
She could see that he was
In O light suit, and carried a straw
| hat.
She welcomed him from the shad-
ows of the vtne-hung porch.
"How do you do?. Would you
mind very much If we didn't go for
a driver" she asked
In the light that shone from the
hall of the house, Ulysses Forgan
could see that she was in a bingham
| housedress.
Gloria laughed "All dressed up
and no place to go!" she said gaily.
That's what I'm not Won't
you sit DOWN."
| But he stood where he was, turn
ing his hat in his hands. Are you
sure you don't want to go for a
driver" he asked ITS a wonderful
night. Miss Gordon"
"Mr. Forgan," Gloria said, and her
voice trembled a little, I'm not
Miss Gordon I'm married :.
separated from my husband.
should have told you before. :"
Even in the darkness she could
| feel his eyes on her shocked
and startled. you certainly should
have told me"' he said sharply. Its
not my habit to become friendly with
| young women who work for me . :.
And If | had known you were mar
ried.
Better let me explain" Gloria
broke in. My . my husband
didn't want me to work. He pro-
vides me with money, but I won't
| take it from him. So it seemed to
me unfair to let people know that his
wife was out earning her own liv-
ing as long as l really don't
have to do it. Do you seer"
He didn't answer. There was a
| long, heavy silence.
Then Gloria spoke again. I'm
afraid L won't be able to work for
you, after this. Goodby Mr.
Forgan," she said quietly, and held
out her hand.
He took his dismissal without a
word just pressed her hand
and went away. Gloria watched the
red tail-light of his car disappear in
TO the darkness.
mi DOR, lonely old bird?' she
! said to herself with his
- sporty clothes and racy car
trying to kid himself that he's
still young and gay!"
There was only one thing in the
world that meant anything to her
one thing that she really
wanted. And that was Dicks love.
But she had found it out too late
She'd lost it, and it never would
come again. .
II wonder where Dick Is tonight, y
Gloria wondered.
Perhaps he was having din.
ner somewhere with Susan Briggs.
Gloria thought of the little dinners
she and Dick had had in restaurants.
How he had resented the admiring
glances of men who stared at her.
She giggled, in spite of her heart
ache: well, that's one thing he
won't have to worry about when he's
with Miss Briggs!" she thought
mo one would look at her twice.
She's as homely as a mudfencen'
There was undeniable comfort in
the thought Of Miss Briggs plain
ness. -.
ri UT Dick was not having din
l ~ xxrftI D,,{r
@ night.
He was not having dinner with
| anyone
AT the very moment when Gloria
was wishing Ulysses x. Forgan
goodnight and goodby, he was tear
ing along green country lanes in the
little car he had bought for her.
He came back to town against the
wind. 1t set the blood racing in his
veins, and burned his face. 1t was
good to be challenged by the wind
to defy 1t with his own speed.
All day he had been "blue"
low In his mind. Everything in his
life, lately, seemed to have gone
stole and fiat.
1t was 8 o'clock when he got
back to town. He drove down the
street toward home.
Home" these days meant his
mothers perfectly ordered house.
Perfectly cooked meals. :. always on
time.
His ties were always pressed and
folded neatly in his drawers His
socks were always mended. There
never was a single button missing
from his shirts.
But, nevertheless, there was some
thing distinctly missing from his
life. He didn't know just what it
was, either.
LAS Dick swung his car into
the driveway, he saw that another
car was parked there. His father
and mother evidently had guests. . . :.
He backed the car out of the drive.
The thought of talking to a roomful
of people was intolerable to him just
then.
A half hour later he was in the
kitchen of his own house He had