The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1926-09-13

reached for his coffee cup.
Cherry flushed, so that the lovely
apricot tinting on her cheeks deep
ened to a ripe richness. "If you
say another word. Long Lane, II
tell Muggy what l saw on the River
Rd.! Now, Smarty, 1 guess that'll
hold youl"
Her goldenyellow eyes blazed at
him like two hot metal disks, her
long, curling, bronze lashes spread
like two rows of silken fringe upon
the milky whiteness of cheek and
eyelids.
Check" Junior grinned sheepish-
ly, with a sidelong glance at his
mother, who adored him only a lit.
! tie less than her beautiful 1S-year-
old daughter.
Children. children She raped
automatically with her knuckles up
on the table.
Il don't see how you can eat eggs
scrambled with cream and butter,
and stay as thin as you are" Faith
Lane commented, little enviously,
as she set the hot plate down before
her sister. I'D get fat"
Il dance it off,, Cherry laughed.
"Umm! That tastes good! You are
a good cook, Faith, you sweet old
thing! If l stayed at home all day,
lolling around the house, I'd get
fat, too. OF course, YOU aren't re-
ally fat--just plump"
Her secretive yellow eyes took in
the splendid womanliness of Faith S
tall, beautifully proportional, but en-
tirely unfiapper-like body Il only
weigh ninety'five," Cherry added
complacently, as she poured cream
into her cup of hot coffee.
Faith redeemed, then raised a fork
full of cold egg to her quivering
mouth. Lolling around the house!
A tear welled out of each eye and
Travelled slowly down her pale, slight
ly olive-tinted cheeks. The tip of
her rather large, softly indefinite
nose-neither pug, Grecian nor Ro-
man-quivered like a hurt child's.
Cherry poked, a rosy-tipped finger
at her sisters tear-marked cheek
Don't be a cry-baby, Faith! I'm
sorry! Didn't mean it-whatever it
was said. Chester Hart thinks
you have the finest figure of an,
girl in town, so therer'
Chester ANT been around so
much lately" Mrs. Lane remarked,
in her complaining voice. 81 thought
you and Chester was going to make
a match of it, Faith. But Lordy, |
don't know. what I'd do without you,
me sick and all!'
Don't worry Mother!" Faiths
chin went up sharply. mo dangerr
II could tell you a thing or two
about Chester, the blue-eyed hoy
friend" Long began, but Cherry's
little high heel came down sharply
on his instep.
Gotta beat it"' The youth pushed
back his chair so violently that it
clattered to the floor. He let it lie
You'd better get a move on, Cherry
if you don't wanna lose your job
It's 1925 and it takes forty minutes
to get to town on the street car
But I guess you'll gold-dig an auto
ride. Some technique, kid! I've
watched you. Oh, them come-along
eyes! oh, the sweet, helpless little
baby dirl. oh. mister, please"
ooh, let me alone" Cherry set
her coffee cup down with clatter
"Muggy, if you don't make Long quit
picking on me-"
Run along, Junior. What about
your job?" Cherry's obedient mother
turned her complaining voice upon
her son.
Amt got one" the boy grinned
at her from the doorway. Then, be-
fore she could question him further
he had ducked and run, slamming
the front door behind him.
We'll, of all things!' Cherry's mu-
steal voice was sharp with irritation
THAT boy can't keep a job to save
his life 1 believe he fires himself
I don't see why he had to lose his job
the same day 1 lost mine-darn the
luck, anyway
you've lost your job!' Faith cut
in, almost sternly. ooh, Cherry
Don't oh, Cherryr mer the girl
cried Indignantly II don't guess it s
my fault if old Preston has to go
and get, fresh II slapped him in
the face, and-gee, Muggy, you
oughta seen how comical he looked,
with the print of my hand right
spank across his cheekl And, then
well, 1 walked right out on him.
Fresh old thing!'
''Mama's poor little gdrlr' Her
mother opened her fat arms wide
and the poor little girl snuggled
into her embrace.
II wonder-if-H-you couidff' t
keep them from getting-fresh,
Cherry, if you tried a little bit
harder" Faith said slowly, her eyes,
heavy with angry tears, fixed on her
cup of cold coffee.
ooh, it's easy for you to criticise
me!' Cherry cried, struggling to a
sitting position in her mother
enormous lap. You don't have
anything to do but stay at home all
day! Pretty soft for you'll 1 could
kill myself working for a measly
little old $40 week"
Which you spend entirely upon
yourself" Faith cut in. "You don't
pay a penny for board, and junior
pays only S. a week! No wonder
Dad looks like he'd lost his last
friend And then you give him the
devil for being a carpenter! He's
got to work to feed us all, hasn't
hep" Tears choked off her voice.
Children! Children. Faith, I'm
ashamed of you, when your poor
little sister has gone through ar
awful experience with that ole
Preston Old snake in the grass.
suppose you'd rather she had-had
let him take advantage Of her! oh
dearl Life is lust one thing after