The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1927-03-08

he cried in a terrible tone. Ger
tainly this is a generation of vipers
You're an obstinate lass. Joyce
Daring 1 bid We come home where
you belong"
Joyce saw only the stern ani
angry face of an outraged parent.
I'm eighteen, Mr.. Policeman,
She said childishly, "and I've got the
promise of a job. This is respec
table place to live and want to try
| try to take care of myself. You CAM
arrest me for that, can ycu?"
Officer Sullivan shook his head
His sympathies lay with this pretty
young thing who was caught in the
wreckage of broken home. Best
let her alone was his philosophy, sc
long as she was willing to work and
behave herself.
There's nothing more can do
ne said to John Daring. Your
daughter is of age and you needn t
worry about her being here at Mrs.
Jenkins. She keeps a respectable
house and looks after her young
ladies'"
He made ready to leave, nodding
good night as he passed from the
room and down Euclid avenue to-
ward the theater district.
John Daring turned his hat about
in his hands. "Ye won't Gomez" he
asked Joyce, the first note of plead
s.,4o l..
Joyce, near to tears shook her
head. Not now, Dads" she said.
Maybe later. but now feel I've
got to find out about life for my
self for awhile"
There's always a place for We,
lass, by my side, so long as ye're a
good, pure girl" said John Daring,
his voice shaking.
Joyce flew to his arms and buried
her face in his rough coat. Dads,
she sobbed. TRY to understand.
Sooner or later 1 had to live my own
life. What you and mother are doing
Just makes it come a little sooner,
that's all"
They sat down on the little sofa
and Joyce told him of her plans.
won't you come back to the
apartment and stay through next
week, so we can get your diploma,
Lass?"
Joyce shook her head.
'"That part Of my life is over"
she said. IT couldn't bear to face
the other girls. They all know about
you and mother. dear now. It's all
over the neighborhood. I've done all
the work. They'll give me my credits
at high school and count me gradu-
ate whenever I apply for work and
that's all that's really necessary. The
rest of 1.-THE commencement and
everything-would have been fun, of
course, but that's all over now"
1.-THE sins of the fathers" said
John Daring. N"Ye've already begun
to pay for your fathers temper and
your mothers frivolity, Lass. Well,
maybe it's all for the best. Good
night, Lass"
He numbered heavily from the
room. Mrs. Jenkins, much affected
by this scene, was wiping her eyes
in the hall.
Good night to you," said the
father. "Take care of my little girl,
won't your"
Joyce went up to bed, heavy
hearted and sad.
Officer Sullivan was bordering
deeply as he went up the avenue.
1t was sad to see such a young
girl, such a pretty girl, thrust out
into the world so soon, so i'll pre-
pared. He turned into Clark's
restaurant and sat at the counter.
The pretty, faded woman who al
WAYS waited on him wished him
good evening.
1.-THE usual thing?" she asked.
officer Sullivan nodded.
The waitress placed before him
cup of smoking hot coffee, plate
of baked beans, two doughnuts on
a saucer.
N"Nice evening"" she commented.
Eyes" said Sullivan, sugaring his
coffee and stirring it meditatively,
"for them that is happy it's always
a nice evening"
Come now, yours not unhappy,
rallied the waitress.
mo, but I've seen them this night
that isn't happy" he said.
'.That so?' and the pretty faded
woman wiped the connter with the
expert touches of long experience.
II Just come from taking father
to find his daughter" said Sullivan
1T seems that this old man and hi:
woman have busted UP. They go
this one child, the prettiest girl
ever laid eyes on. She couldn't maxi
I'D her mind which one of them t.
go with, so being a young lady o
spirit, she strikes out for herself
The old man came into headquarter
this afternoon and showed us not
he and the old woman found which
says his daughters gone to the Y
w. c. A. But when he was Their
! to look she hadn't come in.
$50 they sent me out to look an
I located her out at Mrs. Jenkins
place on Euclid avenue. I went il
with the old man and tried to ge
her to come home with him, bu
she wouldn't. Said she hadn't an.
home and that she'd get along b,
herself for while. I think she will
too" he finished, admiringly.
"What kind of a looking girl wa
she?" asked the waitress, bending
so that he could not see her agita
ted face.
Mighty pretty-reminds me o
YOU, now I come to think of it. Sam
curly hair, same pretty mouth
Might be you're sister for fact.
And he put down his cup to star
at Number twenty-seven, who ha'
brought him his nightly beans an
coffee for nearly two years now.