The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1926-10-11
Saint and Simmer
BIZ ANNE AUSTIN

II wish to the Lord we could
move out Of this dump Cherry
grumbled at breakfast the next
morning. It's the worst looking
shack on Myrtle street and heaven
knows this is mo boulevard of
palatial mansions"
you're lucky to have a home at
all, young lady" Her father looked
at her severely over the top Of his
morning paper. me and your Ma
shaved for ten years to get this place
paid for, and we owe two years
taxes, as it is"
Couldn't you put a mortgage on
1t to get money to paint It and buy
some new furniture?" Cherry in.
sisted, unabashed. I nearly die of
shame every time n new person calls
and sees how we live. Muggy says
Selma Pruitt was here with George
last night. 1 know she Just came
poking her nose in to get something
on us-to make fun OF us to her
friends"
Il been flggerin' on paintin' It next
spring or summer, If I have a slack
spell" Jim Lane acknowledged re-
luctantly.
THE walls haven't had a new coat
of paper since the flood" Cherry
went on petulantly. "Just look at
this dining room-faded old brown
oatmeal paper, with that awful Dor
der Of poisonous looking purple
grapes splitting over a Paris green
trellis. And a plate rail- Good
heavens! Nobody has plate rail any
more! And those terrible souvenir
plates from Chicago and Niagara
Falls and the Dallas Fair"
This is your Mas home, more'n
yours, Cherry" her father reproved
her sternly. And If she thinks
them plates is pretty, they're pretty,
and that's all there is to it,"
And mustache cups and the cups
with our names on them in gold let
tiers and those hideous fruit and fish
pictures, and that awful bowl of
artificial fruit-good Lord, Daddy,
how can I ask a man like Mr.. Cluny
to eat a meal in a room like this?"
1.-THE further that old cradle
snatcher stays away from me and
mine the better I'll like it, MIR. Lane
retorted. I've heard about enough
Of this nonsense about you marryin'
that old. grandpa, Cherry"
Hello, folks" Junior came noisily
into the room, smoothing his glass
like pompadour. Say, Dad, where
do you think this angel child Of
yours was last night?" He took his
seat, jerking his head toward Cherry.
Fay and saw her and Chris Wiley
at Tony's speakeasy joint"
That's a lie, Jimmy Laner' Cher
ry sprang from the table and slapped
him stingingly on the cheek. at was
dancing at the Warrens, wasn't I.
Faith?" she appealed to her sister,
coming in from the kitchen with the
platter of crisp-fried sausages and
buckwheat cakes.
That's where you said you were
going" Faith answered evasiveIy.
How did you happen to see Cherry
or someone you thought was Cher
ry?" she asked Junior with quiet
emphasis.
"Oh, me and Fay dropped in for
some spaghetti. and when the door
swung open into the back room.
where the private booths are, I
caught a glimpse of Cherry's red
head"
That's a lier Cherry shrilled at
him. II guess I'm not the only red
headed girl in this town. And, the
next time you take that fast little
hussy, Fay Allen. into a speakeasy.
you'd better not be in such a hurry
to advertise it!'
"The don't serve drinks in the
front room, where we were" Long"
Lane shouted at her angrily. "And
you'd better be mighty damn careful
who you're calling a liar, young
lady! I saw you and Chris Wiley,
and you know damn we'll 1 did,
eff you use any more cuss words
to your sister or to any one else in