The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1927-04-02

| on the road she had chosen, but
gave Joyce a feeling of irritation.
| For Gladys had given Joyce
much advice about her affairs, the
most important of which was to
marry Davey at once. You see me
going back to this dancing game"
said Gladys. You think it's all fun
and a good time. But ten years from
now I'd rather be frying potatoes
and spanking the baby than worry
ing over the wrinkles that's coming
into my face"
The next morning Joyce woke
with the feeling that something inn
portant hung over her head. eff
it's the letter I ought to write Deke
that's walked me up I wish it had
let me sleep" she thought grump-
lily. mo it isn't, it's the date with
Scanny"
II do just get myself mixed up
with more people. Scanny this noon,
Mrs. Maltby tomorrow. Mrs. Fitz-
Simons' party that I can't go to,
worse luck, tomorrow night and my
old ladies on Friday. never do have
any time for myself any more"
She thought about the reading to
the old ladies with real pleasure.
There were always several girls out
there when she gent out. They read
to varied groups of the inmates of
the home, or at the bedsides of those
who were unable to be up, and then
| foregathered in the little clubroom
for tea, and cigarets and gossip.
Joyce did not realize then how eX-
elusive the little circle was, nor how
powerful an influence Frankys
friendship for her was.
Now she brought some order into
the chaos of the apartment and sat
down to write to Deke. His letters
came frequently and were always
gay and intimate, though never long.
She picked up the last one.
Joy -girl-Don't you like that
name? 1t must be very nice to be
called a Joygirl instead of a joy.
killer. That's what I feel like to-
night. I've got to study for the first
time since coming up this year.
Latin? English? Nope. some secret
society rules and formula to use
when we initiate some candidates IN
day or so" and so on for
several pages.
Joy nibbled the end of her pen
There was no inspiration in Deke's
letter. Absence may make the
heart grow fonder." Joy thought,
but it doesn't make it easier TO
write letters. 1 hate writing, any
| How"
But she set to work and wrote her
letter.
Dear Dekc:
Eyes. I like being called Joy-g1rl.
+ But guess it requires your personal
! inspiration for me to do any very
great joy-spreading. l just can't
write letters and ! wish you wero
coming back to stay if only to save
me having to write to you.
GLADYS is going to leave Sunday
| for New York and find I am rather
glad. She is very anxious to be
gone.
Mrs. Fiez.Simons Is giving a
party Thursday night and 1 won't
get to go because 1 have to work.
Carter Deland asked to take me, too.
II haven't seen my father for
nearly two weeks, but I'm going to
try to this coming Sunday. Oh, yes,
I'm going to read to Mrs. Maltby,
I'll have lot to tell you about her
when you get back. I'm glad you're
coming home Christmas. Be sure
to let me know exactly when.
''As ever,
JOY"
She sealed this effort and took 1t
down to mail There was a light
snow and she walked briskly to get
warm.
At the hotel she found Miss Scan
lon too busy to talk to her for few
minutes so she wandered out in. the
lobby. Leaning against a pillar was
Hop, the detective.
Hello" he said.
'How do you do?" Joyce man.
aged more cordially than she would
have believed possible.
Anything new" he asked.
Joyce shook her head. He came
closer to her.
See here, Miss Daring" he said,
81 don't want to pry. but have you
heard anything from that fellow
Butch lately?"
mo. 1 haven't, Mr.. Hopkins"
well, L got a tip that he's back
in this neck of the woods. If you
ever get a look at him, or even think
you do, you tell me. Because I
think he knows where your mother
went to-" And Hop shook his bead
up and down to carry conviction.
Joyce felt the blood rush to her