The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1927-07-21
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: 1877 By NEA Service
CHAPTER I

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Good morning, Aunt Flora" Vera
Victoria Cameron raised her glass
shielded eyes from the morning pa
per which she had been reading as
she ate her breakfast, and allowed
them to rest with gravity and for
bearance upon her pretty but slight
1y time-worn aunt, who was trailing
pink chiffon draperies into the small
dining room of the apartment which
Mrs. Cartwright shared, because of
temporary loneliness, with her young
niece.
Good me ming, Vee-Vee," Flora
Cartwright sighed, laying delicate
highly manicured hand against her
tired blue eyes. "But do you mind
if ask you not to use that brisk,
cheerful, business-li voice this
morning? 1t is really more than K
can bear, darling. What are you
eating? Prunes? Coddled eggs?
Whole wheat toast? 1t is positively
amazing to me that you can stand
the sight of SO much food so early
in the morning."
at is quarter past eight, Aunt
Flora" Vera Cameron began, a
flush rising from her throat to her
brow, against which flat wide braids
of nice but unintereSting brown hair
lay like a crown of virtue. Behind
the sparkling lenses of her horn
rim spectacles her eyes, their color
disguised by the amber tint of the
| glasses, filled with treacherous tears.
ooh, good heavens, child, spare
mel" Flora Cartwright pleaded, then
broke into an amused, indulgent
chuckle. II know the whole story!
You've been up since seven o'clock.
"You awoke exactly on the dot,
sprang right out of bed, did calls
themes for exactly fifteen minutes,
took an ice-cold shower, brushed
that indecently and unfashionably
long brown hair of yours exactly one
hundred strokes Of a stiff-bristled
brush, timed yourself while you
plated it, gave yourself ten-min-
ute manicure, dressed yourself in
what the Business Woman's Maya
zine prescribes as a suitable cos
tune for the efficient young secre-
tary, made your bed, Strengthened
your room to apple-pie order, cooked
your breakfast, and ate it-all on
schedule to the half minute.
You are great trial to me, Wee
Wee" she sighed humorously. "But
hope you made me some good
strong coffee and squoze a couple
OF oranges into a glass and set it in
a bowl of cracked ice for me. could
forgive you anything-even for being
the worlds most efficient and per-
feet private secretary-if you did
those two little things for me-"
Vera Cameron's grave, unrouged
mouth twisted into a half-smile as
she rose and walked toward the
kitchenette. Not even the severe
lines OF her black serge suit, the
skirt of which reached halfway to
her modest black silk ankles, could
conceal the natural youth and buoy
ancy and slenderness of her tall
body.
THANK you, darling" Flora Cam
eron sighed gratefully, when her
niece set the coffee, cream and a
glass of orange juice before her.
HAS the mail come yet? Wild
| horses couldn't drag me out of bed
at this ungodly hour if it were not
the first of the MONTH"
Not yet" Vera answered briefly,
her eyes straying again to the morn
ing paper as she raised her cup of
tea to her lips.
4 can never make up my mind
whether to hate the first of the
month or adore it," Flora Cartwright
remarked, her voice becoming chat
lily cheerful as the hot coffee took
effect. 1.-The bundle of bills+I'm
sure I can't possibly spend as much
as the shops charge me with-offset
by one long, slim legal envelope
with my ali1nony check in it. Be
very sure, my darling, that the man
you marry has no conscientious OBJ
lection to paying alimony. Men are
becoming $3.50 materialistic these
days"
MY suitors are not so numerous
that have reached the necessity of
classifying them according to