The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1926-11-18
Saint and Simmer
Bu ANNE AUSTIN

on the rack if he had been bending
over her, kissing her.
| When at last he flung back his
head, triumphantly, and she rested
in the curve Of his arms, looking VI
at him with wide, misty eyes, she
saw to her amazement that his lips
were trembling, and that tears had
ma gnffied the amazingly blue irises
of his eyes.
"Not-sorry, Bob?" she whispered
and touched his cheek with tingling
quivering fingers.
"Sorry! Oh, my God, Faith! I'm
just praying that I'll be halfway
good enough for you. I feel such a
rotter-about Cherry. I wish 1 had
never kissed another girl, that"
''Don't?' she begged husky. II
know-how you feel. Chester Hart
kissed me once, but didn't like it.
II rubber it off," she confessed
naively, "and he was so angry that
he turned to Cherry. But I've
never-let men paw me, Bob"
You precious!" he laughed, rub
bling his cheek against hers, and cud-
ding her fingers against his throat.
"We'n simply have to forgive each
other for our dreadful sins and begin
all over again. Do you really love
me?" His voice was suddenly serious,
little incredulous, as If he sincerely
doubted that such a marvellous thing
had really happened to him.
I'm afraid love you too much"
she whispered unsteadily, drawing a
quick sharp breath as If her heart
hurt her, filled as it was with too
much joy. "I always love too much,
burden those I love with tenderness
and solicitude. Don't let me burden
you, Bob. They say men like to pur-
sue. never quite sure, even after
marriage, like to think there is still
a hidden chamber, containing the
very core of love"
Bob Hathaway laughed exultantly,
cutting short her fumbling explana-
ton with another long kiss. You're
a natural-born giver, dear heart. You
couldn't hold back to save your life. :"
''Well spring the news on the
Lane family and on Uncle Ralph this
very night" he told her gaily, after
a bit, as she was smoothing her hair.
She looked up at him with startled
eyes. And break your promise to
your uncle?" she demanded. mo,
Bob We're going to keep it secret
until after Cherry's wedding, and
you're not coming to the house. No,
wait, please darling! 1t isn't fair to
allow you to be mixed up in all
that's happening or threatening to
happen to Cherry. Wen see each
other frequently"
'Wly, Faith, I couldn't stand itr
he protested plaintively, like hurt
boy Just when I've learned what
heaven is"
please, Bob, it will be hard for
me, too, but, well-I'm thinking Of
Cherry, too" Sudden color famed
i'll the clear ivory Of her cheeks.
"She loves you, Bob, she really does,
in her way. 1t would hurt her ter
ribly to see our-our happiness,
while she is preparing to give her
self into loveless marriage. Do this
last thing for me-for Cherry-and
after she is married, I'll wear pla-
cards, like the old sandwich men, adj
vertising to the world that I'm going
TOTO marry Mr.. Robert Hathaway,
rising young architect"
''I'll think it over" he told her so
forlornly that she was touched al
most to surrender.
Hello! Why, Faith, you here!
Hello, Mister Hathaway" Cherry
stood in the doorway. her piquant
little face hard and angry, her yellow
eyes blazing. II suppose Faith has
told you that we're on to your little
game. I thought I'd beat her to it.
but found she'd taken those awful
Matchmaking letters. Now-come
clean, Mr.. Bob Hathaway"
TO Be Continued
Copyright, 1925, NEA Service, Inc.)
TOMORROW: On the trail of sin.
lister Pete Gonzales.