The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1925-10-27
GLORIA

fathers kindness, from Aunt Dor
cas- sharp tongue. :. away from ev-
erybody.
There was no sound in the theater
except the whirring of huge elec-
trio fan in the center of the ceiling.
Down in the orchestra pit, the or
ganist was turning the leaves of his
music.
The picture flashed on the screen.
Against 1t Gloria could see the sill
houet Of man who sat directly in
front of her. >. Dick!
She leaned over to touch him
upon the shoulder. Then caught
herself. i. No, he would have to
come to her! She was through beg
ging him to take her back.
But there was a certain cold COM
fort in the thought that he was not
with Miss Briggs, at any rate. She
must have merely walked out of the
building with him on her way to
lunch.
Gloria was glad of that The
thought that Dick could give her
up for a plain woman like Susan
Briggs had added to her cup Of bit
terness. Perhaps, after all, he didn't
care so very much for her.
Suddenly Dick shifted a little in
his seat. Gloria held her breath.
Suppose he should turn around and
see her there!. E. He would think
that she had followed him into the
theater.
No, he mustn't think that. She
would never give him another chance
to think she wanted him to take
her back. She was through!
Softly she slipped from her chair
and walked out OF the twilight Of
the theater.
ri UT a great loneliness dropped
Xxi down on her like q cloud, as
- she went out into the
thronged street. How lonely a crowd
could make you feel.
Gloria turned away from the
center of the town. She walked
along familiar streets. She knew
where she was going. D. home!
Not to her mothers house, bu.
to the little place that had been
Dicks and hers She was going to
that forbidden place. . the one spot
on the whole wide earth where she
felt at home.
How cozy and happy the little
green and white house looked as
Gloria came down the street toward
it! 1t seemed to twinkle well
come to her with all Of it's shining
windows.
but in the center OF the
green lawn was a real estate agents
For Sale sign. Gloria had a sud
den impulse to pull up the sign, as
she might have torn a weed out OF
the lawn.
Hello, there, ladyp voice hailed
her.
Her neighbor, Mrs. Donberg, was
leaning out one of the second-fioor
windows Of the house next door.
II was thinking of calling up the
real. estate people to ask them to
show me through your house." she
said in her shrill voice. But now
that you're here you can let me in.
I'll be right over!'
Gloria eyed her coldly. I'm
sorry, Mrs, Donberg," she said.
"but 1 haven't any key with me.
Il just came to pick some of the
roses in the backyard. Were
you thinking of buying the house?"
"Well, we'd love to have it. It's
a little bigger than ours" Mrs. Don
berg answered.
Gloria knew perfectly we'll that
she had no thought of buying the
house. "She just wants to look
through it, to see all my things!....
The big busy-bodyw she told herself
angrily, as she walked around to the
backyard.
She didn't want Mrs. Donberg polk
ing around her house! She didn't
want anyone to look through her
housed. And the thought that
someone would presently buy it and
live in it was unbearable to Gloria.
Why, it belonged to her. that
house! She had picked out every
scrap of wallpaper in IT,.
every stick of furniture, What right
had Dick to sell her house. -?
I'm going in" Gloria made up her
mind, suddenly.
N THE grass lay a clothes
IL J pole. Gloria put the sharp
iron end Of it under one Of
the sunroom windows. Using it as
a lever she finally managed to get
the window open.
She laughed aloud when she stood
in the sunroom. mo wonder there
are so many burglars, if housebreak-
ing is as easy as this!' she thought.
She sat down at the piano and ran
her hands lightly along the keys in
the opening bars of Offenbach's
"Barcarolle."
mo" she thought, springing up,
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