The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1926-09-16
Saint and Simmer
BIZ ANNE AUSTIN

lars of 1t, honey" He came padding
in on his stockinged feet. and laid
four f1ve-dollar bills on the table.
you know only worked four days
this week, but I've got little over a
hundred coming to me on that Front
Street job. Pay 'em all something
on account, and tell EN- I'll settle up
in few days. Come along to bed,
Martha. Gettin' late
When Mrs. Lane came waddling
into the living room, waving her
palm leaf fan, Faith rose and kissed
her on the cheek.
Good night, Mother. You'd bet
ter take a dose Of Momide, so you'll
sleep better. III bring you in a
pitcher 81 nice cold lemonade in just
a minute"
You're good girl, Faith" Mrs.
Lane patted the girls shoulder. 1T
was real sweet Of you to let Cherry
have her chance at Bob Hathaway,
him being so smitten with her and
all. But wish you'd find nice
young man to take you on. more.
You're lookin' real peaked"
ooh, I'm all right, Mother"
Faiths voice choked with sudden
tears. Her mothers rare demonstra-
tons of tenderness always complete
ly unnerved her.
After her mother and father were
asleep, Faith stretched her tired
body in long, canvas deck chair in
a vine-darkened corner of the porch.
A slight breeze sprang up, and grad.
ually she drifted into light sleep.
She was awakened by the tinkle of
Cherry's subdued laughter. The girl
stood with one hand on the screen
door of the living room, her lovely
face, ethereal in the moonlight, I'D
turned to Bob Hathaways adoring
gaze.
THANK you for the loveliest
drive, Bob" she whispered. I'm
so glad we didn't go to a silly old
movie. I feel as if 1 had known you
for ages. Isn't that stranger" With
an appearance Of shy impetuosity,
she suddenly stood on tiptoe, and
ran her fingers through the crisp
waves of his chestnut hair. 1--WE
been wanting to do that all evening,
Bob! Oh, dear, you'll think I'm
terrible" she laughed softly.
The mans arms went out, were
about to grasp her, but Cherry
swung open the screen door and
darted into the living room, closing
the door after her. Through the
wire meshes, ner musical voice came
teasingly: mo, you don't, Mister
Hathaway! See you Thursday
Bob"
You're the most adorable little
witch l ever saw" he said huskily.
Faith watched him stride swiftly
down the graveled path to his car.
swing his long legs into the drivers
seat without opening the door, then
start the car with expert ease.
When he was safely away, Faith
followed Cherry into the living room,
her eyes stern and accusing.
Don't you think, Cherry" she
began, before the startled girl had
chance to speak, that you're go
ing pretty far with man you have
just met? Haven't you any sense
Of decency at alp"
$50 you were listening. were
your" Cherry's little pointed nails
dug into the smooth whiteness Of
Faiths bare arm. eff that isn't Just
like you! Jealous, that's ALL DO you
think I'm blind? 1t was as plain as
the nose on your face that you had
fallen for Bob Hathaway, and be.
cause he couldn't see you at all, you
spied on me" The topaz eyes were
blazing like an angry cats.
II visited up to tell you that Chris
Wiley had called you" Faith flung
Cherys hand from her arm.
And L suppose you tattled to
Mother about THAR Cherry cried.
''I'd like to know what business it
is Of yours if +"
He said you were to call him as
soon as you came in" Faith went
on evenly. HE didn't give his name,
but he said you'd know who. OF
course I recognized his voice. He
was sore as a boiled OWL"
Before Faith could finish her SEN
tence, Cherry had darted out Of the
room. Faith knew she had gone to
telephone. If Dad woke up, there'd
be the devil to pay, but it would
serve her right, she thought, as she
went to her own bedroom, where
Joy was soundly sleeping, her thin
little arms and legs flung over two
! thirds of fha doIJh1e he'd