The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1925-10-20
GLORIA

en- cupboard. She stood looking at it
helplessly. How did you make
coffee?
There were no directions on the
gay wrapper around the tin, and
Gloria didn't own a cook book.
Then suddenly she remembered
that Dick knew how to make cof-
fee. She would run upstairs and
ask him how it was done.
She knocked on his door. "Dick
1--we brought you the morning
paper" she called, brightly.
In a moment Dick opened the
door
Thanks" His eyes took her in
the bungalow apron, the rolledup
sleeves, and the coffee tin in her
hand.
what do you think you're do
ing?" he asked. An amused smile
fiickered over his face.
Making coffee for my husband"
Gloria answered pertly. only, I
don't know how to make it. Aside
from that I'm getting along finer
Dicks smile broadened into a grin.
81 suppose you're after my recipe"
he said. IT use a tablespoon of
coffee for each cup, and an extra
one for the pot"
LORIA'S spirits lifted at his
VI good humor. And something
in her breast that had been
like lump of ice, seemed to melt.
She was sure that he hadn't
meant his harshness to her last
night. He hadn't meant what he
had said. -.
She put up her lips for him to
kiss. you aren't peeved at your
Glory, are your" she asked. She
laid her hand on his cheek, and
came a step nearer.
Then, with a little sigh, she put
her head down on his shoulder. 1t
was good to be there with Dick,
friends once more. Like the solu-
ton Of a problem.
We've quarreled long enough.
you and I. Kiss me!' she said.
But as she spoke, she knew she
was making q mistake. She could
feel Dick draw away from her.
Her hands dropped at her sides,
another word.
She made the coffee, according to
Dicks campfire recipe, and put it on
the stove to boil
When he came downstairs to
breakfast, it was more than ready.
I'm sorry there isn't toast" Clio
ria said as she poured it for him,
but there wasn't so much as a
crumb of bread in the house. I'll
stock up today"
She tried to drink a cup of her
coffee. But she had to admit to
herself that it was too bitter to
drink. She didn't dare to offer Dick
a second cup of it.
"Will you be home tonight for
dinner?" she asked as he got up
from the table.
She hoped that he would at least
offer to kiss her goodby. But he
didn't.
Yes, I'll be home" he said color
lessy. II think I'll take your car to-
day. You don't seem to drive it any
more. do you mind if I do?"
Gloria shook her head. There
was lump in her throat. She
watched Dick drive down the street,
her vision blurred with tears. She
wiped them away, angrily.
whats the matter with me?" she
asked herself. Am 1 falling in love
with the poor simp?"
Was she?. -. Or had she always
been in love with him? And had
it taken her jealousy of Miss Briggs
to unveil the fact to her?....
| $50
1.-The thought of Miss Briggs
down in Dicks office with
- him all day was a torment to
her. She stopped in the middle Of
her work a dozen times that morning
to wish that Dick had man Sec
rotary instead of Susan Briggs.
Hes just got to fire her! she
kept telling herself. 81 just won't
have her down in that office with
him. That's all there is to it,
Soothing and sympathetic, was
she? Well, Gloria would show Dick
that she, herself, could be soothing
and sympathetic. If that was Miss
Briggs method of "vamping" Dick,
that would be Gloria's game. Two
could play at any old game.
The sight of Dicks shabby old
| house-coat hanging in his closet was
an inspiration to Gloria. She would
buy him new one. Goodness knows
he needed it!
And it wouldn't be a dull gray one
| like this. 80 1t would have some pep
| and dash about it 80.
EU1 HEN Dick came home that
WI night, the table was neatly
- set. There was an appetizing
odor of frying steak in the house.
And Gloria, in a clean white dress,
came out Of the kitchen to meet him.
Dinner, will be ready in two min
utes," she greeted him cheerfully.
And when you go upstairs to wash
your hands, take peek at the sur
prise 1 have for you up there"
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