The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1925-10-21

I'm telling you right now that I
have left him." she said I'm never
going back to him! I've come home
to stay here with you and Dad, If
you'll let me-"
Mrs. Gordon took off her glasses.
IT can't see a thing with those
things on" she said. "You go into
the living-room and lie down. I'm
going to make you some<tea. You
look peaked. -"
& Gloria took her bag upstairs to
the little room that had been hers
for so many years of her life. 1t
was beautifully clean, but depress-
ing in it's shabbiness.
She thought of her room at homo
with its soft, brilliant cushions, its
chaise lounge and the taffeta that
draped the bed and windows.
With a heart like lead, she went
downstairs. On the living room table
stood tea tray.
C7RS. GORDON came in from
.IMI the kitchen with plate OF
va hot toast in her hands.
"You eat some of this toast that
I've made for you, too" she SAID.
"And then tell me how you happened
to leave Dick?"
"There isn't much to tell. He said
he was through with me. 80 what
could do but pack my bag and get
out?" Gloria asked.
Mrs. Gordon sat down in her old
armchair. Now, Glory, that's not
the TRUTH" she said bluntly. I know
Dick too we'll to believe that tale....
You probably told him you were
through with him. Didn't your
Gloria thought, for a moment.
Eyes, believe I did" she said Inc
whole affair was blurred in her nina
by her own unhappiness.
"Wen, then" her mother Went
on, you've got to go back to DICK
Marriage isn't like a hat that you
can wear for while, and then throw
away for a new one...."
II don't want new one, Gloria
answered miserably. II don't ever
want to see a man again? she
slipped to the floor and laid her heao
on her mothers knees.
NONSENSE Mrs, Gordon said.
you and Dick have just had some
sort of a little spat or other'..'
You know, you're not an easy per
son to live with, Gloria! You fly up
at nothing II often say to your
Dad. Gloria isn't like either or us.
She must take after old Aunt
Fannyp = She had a tongue II ever
woman did!
ST knew you'd say it was my fault
If Dick and 1 ever had a bust-up,
Gloria answered resentfully. Every
bodv thinks Dicks perfect. -"
mo. he's not perfect. But he's
the sort of man I should have liked
to have had for son. II the
good Lord had seen fit to send me
one" her mother went on. |Dick's
pretty fine young fellow, Gloria.
And you're going to regret it II you
leave him.
Gloria shook her head. But she
knew that her mother was right.
She was regretting it, already.
"What you ought to do Is to go
straight back home, and settle down
to make Dick some sort of wife,"
Mrs. Gordon said suddenly. II sup
pose it's partly my fault that you
don't know how to cook Or take
care of a house. that you have
to-have a maid. I should have made
YOU go into the kitchen and work
right along with me, when you were
engaged to Dick"
| II haven't any maid. Dick let
Ranghild co." Gloria answered. i've
been doing my own homework since
I came back from New York. ..."
"Ah, hah! So that's it! I knew
there was a Niger in the woodpile
somewhere her mother exclaimed.
you don't like to do Homework, and
you've been quarreling with Dick
about itv'
81 have notw Gloria jumped up
from the floor Hes in love with
his stenographer, If you want to
know! And he treats me as II l
were his old maid auntv
Racidly Mrs. Gordon picked up
the tray Of dishes and went out into