The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1926-11-15


from mine"
I'll say he is. I can't imagine
my old man hunting me up to spend
the day with me. He's married
again and it's all he can do to re-
member which one Of the kids I
am"
You see," Sonia cried, eagerly.
my folks are foolish about me. I
admit it's ridiculous and all that
But there you are What am I go
ng to do about it?"
Put on the old gray bonnet and
come with the gang. There's moth
ing I hate worse than a gutter. If
you thought you shouldn't go, you
should have drci6 I'd before now"
That's true" Sonia agreed, visit
fully.
1T certainly is. Besides, Sonia,
you're taking this whole thing too
seriously. What difference will It
make a hundred years from now
whether we go tomorrow or not?
What do you expect to happen?"
Color flew into Sonia's white
cheeks.
That's just it, I never was on
jaunt like this before. And I won
| der"
Maxine eyed her coldly.
Nothing is going to happen that
you don't stand for, you know. It's
up to you all the time, in F'ranklin's
shack or right here in this apart
ment."
Sonia nodded. Hadn't she already
proved the truth Of that?
you see," concluded her friend,
sagely. You haven't any argument.
You're just scared, that's ALL. Talk
ing with your father changed your
point Of view"
''I'll say 1t did,"
well, snap out of It now. Go
call Franklin and tell him you're
ashamed of yourself"
Her tone was too patiently wheed-
ling.
II won't be talked into doing some
thing I've made up my mind not to
do" Sonia replied. fatty.
She could see signs of an ap-
preaching storm in Maxine's usually
placid face, but she was not afraid
of anger.
Its no use. I've made up my
mind. I'm sorry to be so late do
ing it, but better late than never.
I'll get out tomorrow and you and
Mac can have the apartment to
yourselves.
Where will you go?"
II don't know, but somewhere.
You're furious and I don't blame
you but I'm just about twice as mis-
cradle over it is you are. So that's
that"
She drew on her gloves, paying no
attention to the tears that were
streaming down Maxine's cheeks.
II never would have thought it Of
you, Sonia"
"Win you call Mac?" Sonia asked.
heartlessly.
IT will not. So far as I'm con-
cerned everything's still o. k"
"Suit yourself"
with resepIment, chiefly against her.
self. It was inexcusable for her
to have delayed her decision until
the night before they were to start.
She walked rapidly, scarcely no.
ticing where she was going. 1t was
dark and misty. Fog horns were
croaking dismally. She took car
and rode downtown, then walked up
Geary st. to a restaurant where she
often ate with Franklin.
She gave her order and ate 1t
without relish. If this was the re-
suit Of being good, no wonder the
nice girls looked dreary. Life had
nothing to offer them but evenings
alone with a book, or a movie with
another girl. She gazed at the
tables about her, more than half
filed with women or girls without
escorts. In spite of their animated
chatter, where two or more were
together, they looked bored. Their
faces were tired and self-centered.
Starving for love, concluded
Sonia.-
Perhaps they, too, had thrown
chances away. snapped their fingers
at lovers who begged to be allowed
to adore them. 1t was a cruel fate
that forced a girl to push away the
only thing in life that mattered.
No wonder they shriveled up like
dried flowers, stiff and cracking
with virtue!
Almost in tears over the barren
future she imagined confronting
her, Sonia paid her check and left.
AS she passed out the door Frank
Inns car drew up to the curb.
Genevieve Erickson cuddled beside
him.
He said Good EVENING"
She hurried up the street as If
he had struck her. She hated the
radiant creature in his car. She
thought, "She thinks she owns him.
She doesn't dream that he is miser.
able because another girl has turned
him down for tomorrow. She
wouldn't imagine him even looking
at me-"
Staring through the car window
on the way home, her mind clam
ored, But he's mine. She shan't
have him."
Back in the apartment she ran to
the telephone, without addressing
Maxine, who watched her, coldly.
She called the restaurant she had
just left and asked them to page Mr..
Crane.
When he answered her voice sang
TRUsTWoRTHY-As A cHILp's