The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1926-11-13

Dad, Faith followed her father
to the front porch the next morn
ing as he was leaving for his work,
ARE you and-Bob Hathaway get
ting along all right?"
Jim Lanes nea~sighted brown
eyes peered at her with intent,
searching kindness. About as
usual" he answered slowly. Hes
gettin' pretty restless about the job
them bungalows I'm buildin' for
him. That spell of rain we had last
week played hob with the cement
work, like 1 told you, and the roof
Of the finished house sprung three
bad leaks. But he's n mighty white
chap-none whittier. Amt seen him
around here much lately. Must be
two-three weeks now, hasn't It?
You haven't had a quarrel, have you,
daughter"
Faith swallowed the lump in her
throat and kissed him on the cheek.
Not exactly, Dad. But L suppose
he's got lots of other friends who
take up his time. Junior said he
had Selma Pruitt with him yester-
day, looking at his bungalows"
Eyes. so he did," Jim Lane
answered with careful casualness.
Nice girl, Selma. But she can't
hold a candle to you, honey, and I'll
bet Bob Hathaway's smart enough
to know It,"
L"You-you really think he's trust
ha cf al
in spite of her desire to hide her
wounds from her fathers loving
eyes.
None straighter," Jim Lane an
swered emphatically. We'll, got
to hurry, honey. Don't let that ma,
hogany-headed female work you too
hard today" he concluded, refer
ring to Madame Denise" who was
just then parking her smart coupe
before the Lane house.
Faith watched her fathers stopped
figure move slowly and automatically
down the walk, and waited for
Madame Denise" to join her on the
porch.
I'm sorry" she began, after greet
ing, that 1 won't be able to help
you and Mrs. Hogan this morning. 1
have business in town. l was won
dering if Mrs. Hogan could put the
finishing touches on that black satin
coat of mine, while I'm doing the
homework. I'd like to wear it If
she could"
III see that she does" Madame
Denise looked at her with sudden
interest. You didn't sleep much last
night and you're as nervous as cat
this morning. Say. dearie; bring me
in that black satin hat you were
showing me, and I'll give it a twist
and a stitch and a new feather fancy
and make 1t as slick as new"
At eleven o'clock Faith was ready
to set out on her call to Bob Hatha-
ways offices. Cherry had departed
at ten on another shopping orgy, and
knew nothing of Faiths plans.
well, dearie," Nora Dennis gave
tweak to Faiths hat and stood off
to survey the girl with fond, critical
eyes. IF it's man you're going to
see-Lordy. how the child can blush!
I'D say you ought to knock his eye
out. That black satin coat with the
monkey fur is the last word In chic,
and that little close-f1tting black satin
cloche is Just what you need to make
you look like a Paris manequin.
Why, you're stunningr'
Perhaps 1t was the psychological
effect of knowing that she had never
looked better in her life that gave
FaitL the courage to open the outer
door of Bob Hathaway's suite of
Offices in the Masonic Building, when
she arrived at half past eleven.
There was no one in the reception
room, and the door marked Mr.
Robert Hathaway, private" was
closed. Faith stood uncertainty for
a moment in the middle Of the small,
but we'll furnished room, guessing
from the condition of the
stenographer's desk in the corner
that the girl had just left the room
to renew her makeup. A sheet Of
paper half filed with tipping. was In
the typewriter, and an open note.
book with a pencil across It lay on
the drawn-out leaf.
Hardly of her own volition, Faith
moved toward the desk, her cheeks
burning at the thought that she was
turning spy-and that the person to