The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1926-11-24
Saint and Simmer
BIZ ANNE, AUSIIN

The next day Bob Hathaway met
Faith, by appointment. in a little
tea shop. Over the sandwiches and
tea, Bob finished his account Of the
adventures Of the day before, or
rather the finale which Cherry and
Faith had not been allowed to wit
ness.
"Of course I rushed out to that
w. Tenth st. address, and found
Lola Gonzales had skipped. We ex-
pected that, you know. But l found
she had called for a Western Union
messenger, and surmised that she
had sent Alexander Cluny the car
bons of the letters with. which she
had hectored poor Cherry. So back
to his office 1 hied myself and found
my suspicious correct. He made no
difficulty about turning over to me
every scrap Of paper connected with
the whole nasty business-Pete's re-
ports. which Lola had typed out
most beautifully, detailing every
move that Cherry had made for
weeks-ever since she announced her
enlargement to Uncle Ralph, in fact
and the carbons Of Lola's letters to
Cherry. Here's the lot" He pressed
a thick MANILA envelope across the
PAINTED little table to Faith, who
took it gingerly, as if it were I'M
- clean.
what shall I do with it?'' Faith
asked him.
"Give it to Cherry and tell her to
burn it. 1t may make her feel better
to look it over and find out just how
lucky she is that it hasn't done any
more harm than it has already. But
if it were I, 1 should burn it with
out reading it. / looked the stuff
over and 1 believe it's all there, I'M
less Alexander has copies locked
away in his safe, to use as a club
somehow in the future. OF course
had to take his word for it that he
was turning it all over to me. Now
let's order everything else on the
menu and see if we can collect
enough for a square meal. I'd like
to see you take hold of this place for
lust a week, uaTlllS. l. DSlleNS yOu &c
the best cook in the world. "
you're prejudiced," Faith laughed.
'T'm not an artistic cook at all;
cooking for a family Of six doesn't
make for artistry, you know, espe-
,cially when there's no money for
trimmingsi Madame Denise wants
me to become her assistant and later
her partner as a modiste and you
want me to turn tea shop, but
have other plans" She laughed
softly, with note of pure happiness
which made him reach impulsively
for he rhands.
ct don't want you to run tea
shop, except for two, and therell be
a cook to help you. Oh, Faith,
don't see how we're going to man.
s age if we have to meet like this!
I've got to hold you in my arms at
least once a day"
Those last words of his were still
.inging in her heart when she let
@Dlerself into the living room of the
little Myrtle St, house.
ooh, I'm sorry! I didn't know you
had q caller, Cherry" Faith tried to
cross the living room as hastily and
unobtrusively as possible, but her
tleeting Glance at the newly decor
afed old wicker chair had registered
a portrait of a tall and stately wom-
an, of middle age successfully held
at bay, a woman richly dressed, but
strangely i'll at ease.
Gust a minute. darling" Cherry's
most honeyed voice stopped her Sis
ter at the dining room door. "I'm SO
glad you came home in time to meet
Mrs. Albright. This is my dear sis
ter. Faith, Mrs. Albright Faith
this is Mr.. CIuny's daughter, Mrs.
Albright
I'm very glad to know you, Mrs.
Albright" Faith said composed1y,
her voice betraying no hint of the
agitation which fiuttered in her
heart
IT have been explaining to err
Miss Lane" Mrs. Al1br1ght's cold,
gray eyes ana the cold. mechanical
even voice matched her cold, pale
emile upon her chastely rouged thin
lips, ''that should have called much
sooner, to-er welcome her into the
family, but have been so extremely
busy preparing to go abroad. Mr..
Albright and I are taking my daugh-
ter, Muriel, to Switzerland, to place
her In school. I am so sorry we
shall not be here for the-er we'd
ding" Any reference to the forth
coming marriage puckered her lips
as If they We're tasting the acid of
AN unripe persimmon.
E<3 isn't 1t a shame, F'aith?" Cherry
demanded, with polite regret as she
tweaked rather self-conscibusly al
the hem of her short skirt which die
not cover her knees. IT was just
telling Mrs. Albright that had
hoped Muriel could be one of my
bridesmaids. Oh, you're not leaving
SO soon, Mrs. Albright? l know
Mother will be very much disappoint
ed at not meeting you Thanks SC
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