The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1926-09-20
Saint and Simmer
BIZ ANNE AUSTIN

Long Lanes ten1pestuous arrival
broke the tension. You, hoo, folks.
Got a job today" Selling Cherry
around the waist, he began to
Charleston, his long-legged gyra
tons shaking the imitation cut
glass on the sideboard.
Stop maxim a clown o. yourself,
JuDior?' his mother seized his arm
and shook him affectionstely. What
kinda job. SOM"
"Sellin' automobile accessories for
a jobber, but 1 gotta buy me a sec
ond-hand Ford. Travelin' job" he
concluded proudly. Commission ba-
SIS
Where are you geing to get the
money for a Ford?" Faith forced
him to meet her eyes.
From Grampa." he grinned at
her. Saw him today. He'll actu-
ally own the bus, but will let me
drive it, and pay him for it out of
my commissions. Say, Faith, saw
a'friend of yours today. Got mes
sage for YOU" he said loudly, as he
| followed her hastily into the kitchen.
before his mother could question
him about his all-night absence.
What's the dope, Sis?" he asked
cheerfully. How'd you get the coin
without striking Dad for It? Gee,
you're peach old dear" He kissed
her smackingly on the mouth.
She told him briefly how she had
raised the money. then. shaking him
by the shoulders, and holding, his
eyes with hers, she said with low
toned, passionate emphasis
II won't do it again for you
Junior l swear won't And you've
got to pay me back-every red cent
of 1t. / don't know how I'm going
to make up that $40 took out of
the housekeeping money, and I'll be
darned If I go without a suit this
winter because you got pfnched for
speeding in that terrible girls car"
Jaw, Sis, I'll pay you back" he
stammered, reddening. "Of course
I will. Haven't I got job already?
Tom Tate, who<put me wise 10 this
job, says he's making sixty to sew
entyfive a week You won't be
sorry, kid. Honest! I'll pay YOU
something every week"
Il believe you will. Junior" she
smiled at him through quick tears
Cherry, in a burst of gratitude to
Faith, which she could not express
before her mother without arousing
! suspicion. was setting the table.
when Faith went back into the din.
ing room. The long drawn honk of
a motor car interrupted Cherry at
her unaccustomed task. She stopped
ito peer into the sideboard mirror.
fluffed her hair with her fingers,
than ran. skipping joyously. yodel-
Ting in her high musical voice:
''Yoo hoo. Chester, Hews the
sheik? OH, boy! His Lizzie's had a
bath! And look at the golf panties
my boy friends sporting! Nice
baby!"
After.~supper. which had been a
painfully stiff meal. darkened by Mr..
Lanes disapproval of Chester Harris
tally he considered insulted by the
young garage mechanics switching
of his affections from Faith to
Cherry, the two sisters and the tickle
young man were in possession of the
living room.
Mr.. and Mrs. Lane had taken their
favorite chairs on the front porch,
Joy was playing shrill game of
hide and seek" in the street with
the neighborhood children, and Long
Lane had gone off on what he called
mysteriously. "a heavy date with ms
Sheba."
= Faith Lane; looking splendidly cool
and calm and unconcerned for girl
who has been superseded in her
'steady's" affections by her sister.
sat at the piano. her well-shaped but
workmarked hands resting grace
fully on the keys. She had been
playing - "by ear" = MacDowelrs |
ITO a Wild Rose" but now Cherry.
perched on the arm Of the daven
port, on which Chester Hart lolled>
at ease, was stunning her. ukulele,
and singing, in a small sweet STAG I
cato voice. THAT Certain Party"
Faith was dressed in her freshly
Numbered last summers whited
crash. embroidered in a barbario de.
sign with purple and green wool.
Cherry wore an accordion-pleated