The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1926-06-19

| the door closed behind her.
| She leaned back in her chair
pressing her hands against her tired
eyes.
| How she wished herself in Doris
| Kings pale gray suede shoes at
] that moment! How sho would have
loved to go into his Office, all silk
and perfume and roses, and to say,
I've come to take you home to
dinner" Perhaps to be kissed by
him.
oh" she thought, II can't bear
to think of his kissing her. won.
der If he does? I suppose So"
With hopeless gesture Mary
Rose pulled a sheet of paper from
her typewriter I'm getting aw-
fully sick of my job she remarked
to Miss Minnick.
.'Your Miss Minnick stared. "Well,
that's new cry from you! You've
always been the little Office Polly
ana-Glad-Girl What makes you
sick Of your job, all of sudden?"
Mary Rose shrugged her pretty
| shoulders. How should l know"
she asked lifslessly IT just am
The telephone rang.
Hello" 1t was Tom Fitzroy's
voice. Would you like to go to a
movie tonight, Mary Rose?"
Il would" Mary Rose answered
eagerly. Eight o'clock?'
"Seven-thirty, Tom answered. "I'll
,,fy1 <hD ;t,lx ~,
style and gasoline fumes"
Somehow or other it comforted
her at that moment to know that
Tom loved her.
AS she hung up the receiver the
door of John Manners Office opened.
and Doris Hing came out. She was
not smiling now, as she crossed the
office. And she did not look to
left or right.
Seems to have had rundown
from here sweetie, doesn't she?"
Miss Minnick asked II think she's
too tall for MIN, anyway. don't you?
like to see a tall man marry short
girl. somehow"
A second later the buzzer on Mary
ners' office.
"Yes?" she asked, opening the
door.
He did not look up. would you
mind working a bit late tonight?"
he said I'm behind with my cor
respondence.
I'D be glad to-" she answered,
forgetting all about Tom F'itzroy,
for the moment do you want to
dictate to me ROW."
He nodded, and she sat down with
her pad and pencil. at the corner of
his desk.
NO one can take this from me-"
letters. Even If he marries Doris
HING, I'll still be able to see him
six days of the week-to hear his
voice and to sit here beside him.
sometimes"
There was a sort of cold comfort
in the thought.
AT half past six all the letters were
written and she carried them in to
him and laid them on the desk.
She watched his firm, brown hand
as it picked up a fountain pen and
wrote his name, John Manners
across the neat pages. A sudden
longing to lean over and lay her
lips on that brown hand took her.
She tried not to think about 1t. She
fixed her eyes. on the western sky.
1t was violet with she first twilight.
Its getting dark. I'll drive you
home" she heard him say harshly.
She shook her head. mo, thanks.
I'm often out at night. 1 don't
mind"
III drive you home he repeated.
And when she came downstairs.
he was standing in the hall waiting
for her. Outside, the shining car
that he drove stood at the curbstone.
What time do they eat at your
house?" he asked! as they settled
down. "Six-thirty?"
"Six O'Clock" She wondered why
he wanted to know.
"Tren they've had supper" he an
swered, land you've missed It, any
way. I'm going to take you for a
drive out into the country-just a
short run. tn rest you. You've
looked awfully tired all day."
I'm not!' she answered, her eyes
glowing. Suddenly she wasn't tired.
The WEAKNESS she had felt all day
had dropped from her like a shabby
garment She felt wonderfully alive
and keen, and filed with happi-
ness.
I'm going to drive you out where
I went Sunday--all by myself" he
went on presently, as they left the
close packed houses behind them.
TITS getting too dark to see 1t, real
ly. But you'll feel the peace that's
there"
Then neither of them spoke for
several minutes, while the soft spring
wind rushed in their faces and lifted
Mary Roses hair in little dark
Sprays.
Here 1t is" he said and swung
the car away from Meyers Road into
a little lane.
They slowed down. All around
them was the fresh odor Of the fields.
Somewhere in the stiffness, q little
stream sang to itself.
Mary Rose sat perfectly still.
listening.
She felt rs If time had stopped
for that breathless moment. AS If
nothing had ever happened before
as if nothing would ever happen
again. Just they two, together.
And suddenly she knew that if she
moved, or turned her head toward
him, John Manners was going to
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