The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1927-03-01

gu know he won come TO meet
you any more and that I've been
sneaking out alone these last few
nights" declared the girl, a little de.
fensively. "Davey's there with him.
1 left them talking and slipped out
the back way because 1 had some.
thing to tell YOU"
What are you crying about
you're shaking like leaf-Joyce, .
this last sharply as the girl, over.
come by the reproach in her tone
sank to the sidewalk half uncon.
scious.
The young stranger, who had been
waiting a few steps away, came for
ward again.
Let me help you, Mrs. Daring"
he said. Mrs. Daring, your daugh-
ter didn't recognize me few mo-
ments ago. I-Iknow her slightly.
She has just had shock. My car
is parked across the street. Let me
take you both home"
He took. one of joys limp arms
as he spoke. The mother looked at
him sharply. He was exceedingly
well dressed and the car he indicated
across the street was bright sport
model, a Marmon. Joyce revived a
little and looked at the young man.
"Deke?" she said family in a tone
of surprise.
yep" he said lightly. We're
quits now, aren't we? I nearly ran
over you this afternoon and tonight
1 saved you from the paws of the
gas hawks"
Gas hawks" the mother spoke
'anxiously, tightening her grip on
joys arm.
Joy stood upright. 81 can go alone
now" she said more cheerfully.
THAT big noisy Butch Seltzer," she
told her mother. He's always driv-
ing by when I'm down here waiting
for you. But he's never asked me to
ride before-oh, yes, I remember,
once last week when I was coming
home from school. But said no and
-
go home. Dad will be worrying and
that will make him cross-he'll be
cross anyway when he finds I've
been out to meet you again"
But what's this about your get
ting run over?" asked the mother,
looking once more at the man called
"Deke."
Miss Joyce tried to beat me across
the street this afternoon" said Deke
lightly, "only my boat goes a little
faster than she can. 1 managed to
miss her. though, and she seemed
had saved her life by denting
my fender on a telephone pole"
II haven't got bit of sense" said
Joy, dimpling and showing a faint
color in her white cheeks. Mother,
this is Mr.. Henry Deacon. He was
four classes ahead of me in high
school when 1 started in at East and
we used to meet in the halls. Then
he went off to college and we didn t
see each other again until this after
noon when he nearly wrecked his
car and killed himself to keep from
running over me. But we must get
home now"
"Over there's the quickest way l
know for you to get there" said
Deke. He pointed to the bright
Marmon.
Thank you." said Joyce, 'but we
only have two blocks to go and the
walk will do US both good"
1T seems to me we owe this
young man a good DEAL" said Mrs.
Daring, speaking in a soft and con
sciously pleasant tone of voice. Sup
pose he takes us home and comes up
where your father and I can both
have chance of thanking him."
Joyce said nothing more. The three
crossed the street and Deke with a
nonchalant politeness that made a
deep impression on Mrs. Daring, set
tied the two women comfortably and
climbed in beside them. He drove
slowly, conscious Of the sweet
warmth of the girl huddled between
him and her mother.
He saw again the events of the
afternoon. Joyce, bareheaded, a
saucy red hat swinging in her hand,
skipping from the curb directly in
front of his speeding car. He had
twisted out of her path and come to
q Earring stop against neighboring
telephone pole. He saw again her
white face, big frightened eyes, her
tender mouth pursed up in an at
tempt to whistle away her fear.
Are you hurt?" he asked, hurry.
ing to her side.
NO" said Joy in a little voice
But I'm scared-and are you hurt!
1t was afwul to make you nearly
wreck yourself that way-and you've
spoiled Your car"
mo, 1 haven't" said Deke, loving
the way she put her hand to her
cheek and looked anxiously at him.
I'm fact, think this is my lucky
day. All the other people I've nearly
run over have been old and homely
but-say know you. You're Joyce
Daring, aren't your"
The girl looked at him, digging her
little fist closer into her cheek as
she gazed. ''Oh, 'she said in the
same small voice. "Oh-you're-1
can't think of your name, but you
were in high school at East when
l started in four years ago."
Mr.. Henry Deacon, Esquire, Deke
to all the girls I nearly run over, al